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The Smell of Home
Damian had noticed the new student in his school.
Not because he was new or how he looked
no, not any of the usual reasons someone would grab peoples attention.
Weirdly enough it was his scent, which was really weird. He usually didn't take notice of how people smell besides the usual just like anyone else.
But something about the smell that seemed to emanate from this new student who he had learned his name was Danny Fenton, just would not leave his mind.
He knew the smell but couldn't remember from where and it was just at the tip of his tongue, it was driving him crazy.
His family seemed to notice him become more irritable from usual.
But not around Fenton, he seemed to unconsciously calm down in his presence, which just made him suspicious and more irritated.
It wasn't until he woke up from a dream of memories from when he was little and still living with his mom that he realized what he was smelling.
The Lazarus Pits.
He grew up with that smell, it used to hang around the entire area and buildings.
He hadn't realized how long it had been since he had smelled it
He unconsciously related it to the smell of his childhood home.
But why would this random boy give off that very same odor?
Some investigating needed to be done.
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Danny had noticed one of his classmates a boy he learned was called Damian seemed to act ...odd?
But only around him it seemed
With everyone else he was normal if a bit cold.
He would seem to relax an then suddenly tense up and send him a suspicious glare.
Also he was pretty sure that the boy seemed to be sniffing him?
Did he smell bad or something?
Why was he the only one who he seemed to act weird with.
Oh God, maybe he thought the smell of ecto was weird?
But that's not something he could control and most people never even seemed to notice the smell of ecto he produced since he became a halfa.
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Damian glaring at Danny every time he realizes he's relaxed
Danny: "What did I do!?"
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Batfam notices Damian being extra grouchy :" Ah, he's going through his rebellious phase"
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Danny: "Did you just sniff mE!"
Damian: *scoff* "Don't be absurd"
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Damian stealing Danny's clothes to analyze
Danny: " Who keeps taking my stuff?!"
Batfam: "Damian we know you're growing and experiencing new things, but stealing the things especially clothes from your crush is crossing boundaries"
Damian: "This is a misunderstanding, I don't have a crush on anyone!"
Bruce: "Son I think it's time I give you 'The Talk TM', I have an entire slideshow and docume-"
Damian: "This family is a nightmare!"
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Just an Idea
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My take on stalker!Tim:
Robin!Jason gets distracted during a patrol and doesn’t meet up with Batman, who panics is mildly concerned. Jason doesn’t want to reveal the real reason he got distracted (could be something he was working on for Bruce or just him being a cute baby nerd) so he makes something up the spot. A kid! He saw a kid. It was definitely child shaped. And. Uh. Photography! That’s right, he saw a kid taking photos and made sure he got home safe.
Batman: Photography?
Robin!Jason: Yeah, uh, nighttime photography.
Batman: At midnight?
Robin: I mean, it’s not a school night.
Batman: What were they taking pictures of?
Robin, panicking and going to the first thing he can think of ch just so happens to be last Sunday when Dick called Bruce an emotionally repressed furry: Uh, wildlife?
Bruce is skeptical but honestly he’s seen weirder things even tonight so as long as the kid got home safe…
Jason proceeds to use this same excuse a few more times.
Batman: Don’t tell me, it was the kid again.
Robin!Jason: You just missed him.
Batman, who isn’t feeling strong parental feelings at all: Hrn.
Okay so then fast forward a few years. Jason is on his little murder training gap year and Tim has shown up to the manor trying to fix the disaster that is currently Bruce Batman Wayne. Dick, trying to bond with the kid now that it’s apparent he’s not going anywhere, asks what Tim’s interests are.
Tim: Well, I like photography, and…
Dick, putting two and two together and getting forty-seven: Ohmygosh you’re the kid.
Tim: The what now?
Dick: The kid with the wildlife photography.
Tim, thinking about that one competition he entered a year ago: Uh, I guess?
Dick thinks that’s how Tim figured out all their identities. He thinks he has it all figured out. He does not. Bruce now thinks he has it figured out too. He does not. Tim is unaware there was something to be figured out. Jason is off learning the finer points of poisoning or something idk.
So skip forward some more and Jason is back, minus some murder attempts or whatever because this is crack, and Dick is now trying to get his two brothers comfortable with each other. It is not working. Finally, Dick remembers they’ve definitely met before.
Dick: So, do you remember meeting Tim before?
Jason, whose memory resembles Swiss cheese but is fairly certain he never met Tim before now: Uh…
Dick: He’s the kid! The one with the wildlife photography!
Jason, suddenly remembering the excuse he used several times as Robin: The what now?
Tim, knowing full well that Jason was very dead at the time he submitted anything in a wildlife category: The what now?
Jason pulls Tim into a hall closet to interrogate him about this.
Tim: There’s like five rooms right here that no one has stepped in in a month. Why are we in a closet?
Jason: What, exactly, did Dick mean by you were the one with the wildlife photography, because I’m pretty sure that was just an excuse I made up but now I don’t know.
They figure it out. They also agree to just let that belief be. Jason doesn’t want to admit he made that all up. Tim doesn’t want to admit he thought Dick had gone to his art competition thing before they even officially met. Tim also doesn’t want to explain how he actually figured out their identities because this sounds way cooler. So they decide to just roll with it.
Damian shows up and tries to hunt down Tim’s early photos of Batman. Tim and Jason get really into making it look like he just keeps missing it. Barbara knew about all of this the entire time but no one asked her so she didn’t bother to fill them in.
Everyone else that joins the family after that point and hears the story of Jason and Tim supposedly meeting while Jason was Robin has the exact same response: “Oh, ‘cause Batman’s a furry. Right.”
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wondersinwaynemanor · 3 months
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Red Hood and Red Robin greeting each other seriously during patrol so that RR can give the coordinates of a homeless child somewhere in Crime Alley. as if they weren't talking about explosives the other night and Jason didn't teach Tim to bake the coffee cupcakes he loves so much.
Later in a few
Red Hood, crushes the bags of stimulants on his hand and throws them on the sewers: Get a fucking new hobby. These things are disgusting.
Goon, runs: Fuck you, Hood!
Red Hood, sighs: What an idiot- The fuck. Where's my other gu-
Red Hood sighs again.
Red Hood, speaks to the rest of the family through the comms before chasing the goon: The kid's got my weapon again.
Nightwing: Robin, what -
Robin: Negative. It's not me.
Batman, pinches the bridge of his nose as he sits on a gargoyle somewhere in Gotham and thinks, "Here we go again."
Somewhere at a rooftop in Metropolis
Kon: Um Tim, I know you have plans of destruction, but-
Tim puts the weapon at the back of his suit. and Kon wonders how do the Bats even have places for weapons on their suits?
Tim: Nah, this is a comeback for him stealing one of the cupcakes you like at my apartment.
Kon: I already told you I'm over it!
Red Hood, hears the conversation through the comms and screams: Like the boy said, he's over it! Give that back to me!
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 102
 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-” 
 Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well. 
 “You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together. 
  “And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up. 
 Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-
 “You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.” 
 Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this. 
 “Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling. 
 “-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling? 
 All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members. 
 “And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with. 
 “... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting. 
 Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.
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ambriel-angstwitch · 1 month
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Jason: Rules are made to be broken.
Bruce: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
Stephanie: Uh, piñatas.
Duke: Glow sticks.
Tim: Karate boards.
Dick: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Damian: Rules.
Bruce:
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jaeryale · 2 months
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Bat dad with his league of assassins murderous son
Lets hope that the bat duck tape is strong
Quick batfam doodles are my new obsession enjoy!
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ghost-bxrd · 6 months
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Prompt:
Jason never made his debut as a Crime Lord and instead only comes back to Gotham when Damian insists on training with the Batman, insistent on guarding him from the shadows.
Bruce’s headache reaches epic proportions when neither Talia nor Damian elaborate on the man’s presence other than that he’s “Damian’s older brother”.
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chaoswarfare · 1 year
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dp x dc text message crack :)
✨just because ✨
Bat Chat
danny: bruce
danny: bruce
danny: bruce
danny: dad
danny: dad
danny: father man
danny: daaaaaaad
danny: batman
bruce: what
danny:… do you have this set up just to notify you when someone says batman and nothing else.
jason: don’t be so quiet, answer the question old man.
bruce: what did you need
danny: oh yeah
danny: just about forgot about it
danny: so
danny: i may or may not have
danny: possibly/maybe
danny: ate a chunk of kryptonite on a dare
jason: …what????
dick: danny no
dick: we have better impulse control than this
danny: we absolutely do not and you know it
danny: but also say hi guys, kon is here
dick: why do you still need our help if the supers are there?
danny: kryptonite
jason: oh yeah, almost forgot about that part
tim: what did i just wake up to
jason: go back to sleep replacement
danny: scroll up
danny: i can say with full confidence that this has never happened before
danny: usually when i eat solid objects i can just phase them back out.
danny: like the time i swallowed a fork back at casper high when my parents raided the school looking for my ghost half.
tim: excuse me what the fuck
danny: i know right, they couldn’t have waited five minutes until i stopped eating
dick: why can’t you just phase the kryptonite out
danny: i would, but it’s wedged in there pretty good
danny: it just goes intangible with me :/
tim: i have decided i am going back to sleep
tim: it is too early in the afternoon for me to deal with this
jason: good
danny: well, b-man’s here to save me now so i’ll tell you all about it in a few hours
jason: are we going to bring up the fact that danny called bruce dad like 3 times?
dick: he did what
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redactedrem · 22 days
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Can I PLEASE get a fanfic where a crime podcast had gone over the death of Jason Todd-Wayne and how very abrupt and publicly vague the story was during the press release. And now Jason is pissed bc Bruce is forcing him to lie low bc Jasons highscool yearbook photos are currently being passed around all over the internet and people will definitely recognize him if he's out in public.
Like do you guys realize how crazy suspicious Bruce would be if someone else just digged a little deeper? How the autopsy reports are either not allowed to be public, heavily edited, or just straight up the truth and you just have to dig around to find it. All 3 scenarios are hella sus bc either way Bruce Wayne is hiding something.
Anyway we all know how unethical some crime podcasts can get and I can see a scenario where they shine some light of speculation towards Bruces way and how he has to play damage control until this entire thing blows over.
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If becoming Robin had an interview:-
(Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie and Damian)
Batman- What is your motivation for becoming Batman's partner?
Dick- Robin. Batman's partner is Robin.
Batman-
Batman- Right, Robin, what are your motivations?
Dick- *Scrunching up nose in concentration* Uhm- Uhhh- RIGHT! dead parents :D
Batman-
Batman- WHAT?
Dick- OH! sorry, i forgot, *Grin*, seeing dead parents DIE in front of me :))
Batman- I-
Batman- *softly* Dick,
Dick- Aww, I got it wrong...
Batman- You can't-
Dick- What's your motive?
Batman- Making sure nobody else has to suffer like I did but-
Dick- My motive is to make sure nobody else has to suffer like I did, Batman sir *salute*
Batman-
Batman- Dick, just because we have similar starts to our Vigilante career-
Dick- And to find Tony Zucco.
Batman- There it is-
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Batman- Out of all the other kids, why should I hire you?
Jason- OUT OF ALL THE OTHER- Listen here mister-
Batman- waIT that was just to sound interviewy-
Jason- SOME RANDOM CREEPY WEIRDO KIDNAPPED ME OFF THE STREETS-
Batman- *softly* Oh Gotham...
Jason- YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WENT "hey kid, wanna punch some baddies?"
Batman- *suppressing a smile* Are you done?
Jason- THE HELL IF I AM- Y'know what, why should I work FOR YOU??? WHY NOT- LIKE- THE JOKER OR SOMETHING?
Batman-
Batman- Because THE JOKER IS A HORRIBLE MAN???
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Batman- *Gruff* What are your qualifications?
Tim- Well, Photography, Stalking, and I like to think I'm quite smart but I can be stubborn at times-
Batman- *Bored* Mhm....
Tim- I-
Tim- To hell with this, If you don't hire me, I'm telling everyone you're Bruce Wayne >:(
Batman- *Raise of eyebrow* And what if I stop you?
Tim- Unless you tie me down for the rest of my life or kill me, you can't
Batman-
Batman- I need your height and weight for the suit.
Tim- yES!
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Batman- Any previous experience?
Stephanie- Well, I was Spoiler before, and I have a close relationship with the previous Robin-
Batman- *Interested* Hrn, would you say the previous Robin, cared for you???
Stephanie- Uh, yes sir???
Batman- Don't call me sir.
Batman- This may be a strange question, but would said person be jealous if you became Robin?
Stephanie-
Stephanie- I suppose, but I like to think-
Batman- You're hired.
Stephanie- REALLY?????
Batman- Really.
Stephanie-
Stephanie- Do I get paid, ma'am?
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Batman- What is your opinion on killing?
Damian-
Damian- Well, I suppose, hypothetically speaking,
Batman- We're not talking about hypothetically.
Damian- *under breath* interrupt me again-
Batman- Sorry?
Damian- HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, I think some people deserve to die,
Batman- Well yes, but would you deliver the final blow?
Damian-
Damian- *deep annoyed inhale*
Damian- *Slowly, as if remembering difficult lines* I believe that context matters,
Batman-
Batman- Could you please answer the question, i have other volunteers waiting-
Damian- Excuse me?
Batman- I meant-
Batman- *Sigh* Tim wanted to volunteer for the interview just in case-
Damian- *Pushing table and standing up* OH REALLY?
Batman- *Painfully tight* Damian-
Damian- WELL YOU CAN TELL DRAKE THAT IF HE DOESN'T BACK OFF, I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET BLOOD ON PENNYWORTH'S NICELY CLEANED CARPETS-
Batman- DAMIAN DON'T YOU DARE-
Damian- *Impassive stare*
Batman-
Damian-
Batman-
Damian- I'm going out.
Batman- WHERE-
Damian-
Damian- *Run's out*
Batman- WAIT-
Batman- *Following after* YOU'RE HIRED- DAMIAN YOU LITTLE- STOP!!!
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dasha022 · 3 months
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Till the ghost do us part
When a bird can't help but get into trouble while searching for an answer and makes a certain ghost guy face the terrifying truth, the bird will have to deal with the consequences and give him a new home. Because that's what a husband does, right?
If I receive a lot of interest in this plot, I will upload the complete chapter to ao3.
“Ok… What the hell did you just say?”
Danny took his time to look at the large amount of furris surrounding his “holding cell” and let out a long sigh. Now he understood his former literature professor when he felt exhausted from explaining something that was too easy for him to understand.
“Ask the sad blond in the trench coat, so much for my wanting to explain my now-husband’s situation.” To make his point, Danny turned around in what by now would be his “VIP” room and proceeded to ignore his husband’s family.
“That’s the damn question mark, how in the hell did Red Robin end up married to you in the first place!” Spoiler exclaimed with his arms in the air. “There was not even a ceremony involved, much less a priest or Judge!”
“I already said it was his fault for not listening to me and continuing to use the same summoning circle to look for answers to questions that would not be answered," repeated the starry-snowy-haired boy as he stood with his back turned and waved one of his hands in disinterest.
Dick massaged his forehead while he assimilated the information, but he still could not process the whole event. “So, you got mad at Red Robin and decided to make him your husband as punishment?”
Phantom, the specter that was not supposed to need a breath, let out another sigh. “To a certain extent, you could call it punishment. But, from my point of view, this marriage is the responsibility that your co-worker must assume for ruining my peace by playing with that summoning circle.” At the end of his tone, Danny's voice turned cold. This was also reflected on the walls and the floor where he resided as a "captive".
If you find any grammar mistake, I'm sorry English is not my first lenguage and I'm a little be bad writing it. But tell me if I need to fix something. 😅
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thiccpersonality · 3 months
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Oh Grape An Intruder!
Something isn't right. It's as if someone dumped ice down his shirt and put alarm bells in his head with the feeling he's getting. Bruce cracks open his eyes quickly, turning his head to check the time and groaning at how it's only 3 am. But, he feels as if he needs to get up and check on things, so he can't exactly ignore his instincts.
The man looks down at his sleeping child, Damian, the boy always looks so much more relaxed when he's at rest. The round cheek is smooshed against Bruce's chest as the boy makes a small, displeased noise while tightening his grip on his father's shirt at the sudden shift. Bruce cradles the small head in his larger hand while gently turning the boy onto his back, attempting to pull away and softly chuckling when Damian only holds tighter.
Bruce softly whispers: "Let go, bud. I'll be right back as soon as I know we all are safe."
A soft look over takes Bruce's face when Damian huffs, yet again, in his sleep but slowly releases the shirt to hug the soft pillows while snuggling into the warm spot Bruce's body left behind.
At finally being released Bruce quickly slips out of his room and into the hallway. Before he can decide where to check first, a small noise comes from downstairs...it sounds like the kitchen...and it doesn't sound like any of his kids are rummaging through the pantry. The noises being made just don't resonate with Bruce as familiar sounds.
Bruce slowly slips down the steps like a panther, inching towards the kitchen and quickly grabbing a batarang from one of the many hiding spots he has in his house for emergencies. He takes a slow, controlled deep breath in and glares at the criminal in the dark, freezing at hearing crunching noises...did someone break in cause they are hungry?
Bruce steels himself and flicks the light on, raising his hand high in the air readying for an attack, but freezing yet again at the wide eyed look he receives from none other than Clark Joseph Kent.
Bruce drops his hand with a sigh and groans: "Clark...it's three in the morning. Why the hell are you in my house?"
Clark clears his throat and scratches the back of his head: "You woke up? Well, of course you woke up! I was just...making sure everyone was safe is all."
Bruce narrows his eyes disapprovingly and tosses the batarang on the countertop, delighting in Clark's flinch at the clang the weapon makes on the island: "I thought someone broke in. I was planning to come down and beat the living hell out of the person who was attempting to come into MY house."
Clark chuckles nervously and smiles: "Can't really do that to me without Kryptonite, can ya?"
Whatever Clark just said is lost to Bruce when he notices the grapes the alien is snacking on, the billionaire only being able to groan at realizing why Clark invaded his home.
Bruce: "You are here for my grapes, aren't you?"
Clark gives Bruce a "you got me" kind of look, his hands lifting up the bowl full of grapes to his cheek, deep blue eyes shining lovingly at the fruit in the bowl: "But your grapes are so much better! They taste...sweeter somehow."
Bruce facepalms and rubs his cheek in exasperation: "You were in the same place I was when you got those grapes! After all, they were from my garden you dork. We both quite literally have the same grapes."
Clark squints suspiciously at Bruce (nevermind the fact he doesn't need to squint): "You say that...but I swear they taste better than mine. Maybe the side I picked mine from had something wrong with it-" Clark frowns, his voice slightly bitter as he speaks-"I bet it was Damian who tended to that side of the garden. That's why my grapes taste slightly sour and bitter."
Bruce sighs and keeps his thoughts to himself. Clark and Damian argue like children vying for their parent's attention...although Clark can be a bit more subtle about that competition.
At Bruce's silence Clark looks up as he's popping another grape into his mouth, smile soft and inviting as he holds the bowl of fruit up to Bruce: "Grape?" He doesn't truly realize the fondness in Bruce's heart at the bright-golden retriever like-ball of sunshine that is Clark Kent.
Bruce just shakes his head and takes a grape, lips twitching into a smile at Clark's expectant look as he answers with one simple word: "Sure."
(What Clark and Bruce just don't realize is that Damian is glaring at Clark from one of his many secret hiding spots and is planning the alien's demise for getting close to Bruce XD. This was mainly written because...well, cause I wanted to. But also based off of my twin and I who I always insist her food is better than mine even though we eat the same thing lol. You beauties stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)
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wondersinwaynemanor · 2 months
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Bruce, hands some cookies: Son, do you want some?
Damian: No, thank you, Father.
Bruce: Alright. I'll go check if Cassandra is home.
Damian nods in acknowledgement.
Bruce, hands a muffin: Son, do you want some?
Damian: No, thank you, Father.
Bruce: Alright. I'll give this to Tim.
Damian: I change my mind, Father. I do want it.
Bruce: I thought...
Damian: Yes, I know. Until you said you'll give it to Drake. Now I want it.
Bruce: What did Tim do to you now?
Damian: He mispronounced my new goat's name.
Bruce:
Damian: How can he do such a thing???
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nex-arson · 10 months
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After tim meets billy, he immediately starts trying to legally change his last name to batson
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ja50nt0ddwa5h3r3 · 10 months
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[Insert drained creativity]
WAYNE MANOR, 20:00 P.M.
Tim: *Looks like Tim (read: looks like he hasn't slept in weeks)*
Jason: *Sliding overcaffeinated coffee over.* Sleep is for the week.
Dick: *Running downstairs, melatonin in hand.* COME BACK HERE MOTHERFUCKS
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theultimatewritress · 1 month
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why is it so common for men to think that batman is the epitome of mental and emotional stability???
“batman doesn’t have time for mental illness/a sigma male should be nonchalant/batman is too strong mentally to have issues like that.”
HELLO‼️‼️‼️‼️LIKE ACTUALLY HELLO.
did you guys forget the state that tim drake found him in after jason died? bro wasn’t just unstable, he was poorly constructed in the first place😭 he couldn’t even properly make simple decisions to keep himself alive. also are we forgetting his little bout of extremely suicidal behavior???? i mean he’s always had suicidal and non-self preserving tendencies, but after jason’s death (and honestly after anything significantly bad happens), he just doesn’t care anymore😭. he expresses an extreme want for his enemies to grant him the gift of death as a reprieve from the fact that he IS SO UNSTABLE. he does not know how to deal with any extreme emotion 😀.
not only were the foundations of his identity ripped away after his son’s death (literally any one of them), but they were also just within his reach at the same time!
it’s widely known between EVERY batman fan that his logic is highly flawed and his morality is as firm as soft wood AT BEST. not to say that he doesn’t have a strong moral compass, but he doesn’t necessarily always go in the direction that his compass points him in.
so for people to say that he’s completely mentally and emotionally stable…. what the fuck does stable mean to you guys😭
you man-whores need to stop modeling yourselves off of batman… no wonder you get absolutely ZERO bitches
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