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gangrenados · 4 years

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Dick and Jason dating a latina

@lovelyartemisa: Headcanons with Dick and Jason with a Latina girlfriend (not the latina stereotypes, todas lo odiamos)

This was much harder to write than I thought!

Okay, so as we know latino is an ethnicity, not a race and therefore is not so easy to resume since there's a lot of different cultures. That's why I'm gonna focus on a hispanic latina, also I will just focus on the general things here??

I might use some things from my country, like slangs cuz that are the things I'm more familiarized with.

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•This two had dated people from different races, cultures and even planets, so it's less to say that they wouldn't have a problem if you're from Latin america.

•I see them being respectul of your culture and beliefes, also they would try to understand them better to connect more with you.

•Another thing is that they would personally fight whoever racist ass who tries to harm you or insult you. Dick would be more polite than Jason, but he isn't afraid to throw a punch if things get tough.

•They were caught off guard when you called them "gringo" for the first time. They unconsciously started to remember if they said something wrong, but a few more times of being called that they got over it.

• They know that "Sana, sana colita de rana" doesn't do shit, but every time you sang it to them (ironically or not) their heart melts.

°Jason will roll his eyes, trying to hold up his tough face as he stitch one of his many wounds.

Your little song makes him grin,"Really?" He says, not taking his eyes from his bruised leg." I'm not a kid, babe." You roll your eyes at, but you know he's glad you're caring .

°Dick didn't wanted to talk, he was tired and aching, and not even the blood that poured from his wound could bring him to care.

He looked up to you when you started to sing as you cleaned his cut." Now you can stop complaining," you said and he huffed, but either way he was glad you were there for him.

Jason Todd

•Jason loves when you both sit down on the couch and watch La Rosa de Guadalupe ironically, yeah Jason might not understand some of the slang or some of the words would be confusing to him, but that dosen't stop him for laughing at some scenes.

•He does try to learn how to cook some plates of your country, Jason wants to impress you and you can see it in the way he hands you the food with a little grin, waiting impatienlly for you to say something about it.

•Okay but why I see him being into Novelas? He will hold his beer tightly and much slower on any kind of snack he's having at the time as the villain says their discourse, smiling wickedly as they explain how they're gonna make the life of the protagonist a living hell.

"You know novelas are the same shit over and over again, right? You ask, but Jason shush you.

"Yeah, but I can shut my mind with this." He shrugs off." Okay but do you think Soraya will come back? Man, it's the third time that shit happens!"

•Jason isn't the most avid dancer in the world, he even gets really shy when you try to ask him out to dance.

•One of his favorite genres to dance with you is bolero, yeah it seems pretty out fashioned right?, well it's easier to follow your steps when you're pretty fucking close, also the music is relaxing.

•However, he knows the lyrics to some trap music and isn't afraid of gibberish to the beat whenever you're in a car ride.

•Jason does feels himself when those songs come up and you can't deny that he looks good when he does it.

Dick Grayson

•Dick has an undying love for bachata, he loves when you dance close, your hands surrounding his neck as one of his legs are between yours while you sway to the music. Pure bliss, besides he gets to show off.

•"Marchate y pega la vuelta" and "Mientes" has gotten a new meaning with this man, he will sang it to you like if you have cheated on him. Also, he has become a fan of Selena.

•He has educated himself on your culture, in some way it has become a hobby when he just wants to relax. Sometimes Dick comes up with random facts about your country that leaves you like "How do you know that?"

•Dick heart literally melt whenever you call him by a nickname, it doesn't matter if it's "gordo, amor, mi vida, corazón" he just loves it. His eyes sparks when you do it and he can't help but smile to you.

•Dick understands Spanish and he can talk it fluently, so it's not weird that you can talk freely in that language whenever you want to.

"Que paja todo, man tengo que terminar una bocha de papeleo y tengo flojera..." you said as you snuggle closer to him. Dick's hand sneaks up to your hair to caress your scalp." O sea, no menor que ladilla."

"Bueno, pero quédate un rato aquí y después te pones en eso, amor." He suggests, shrugged off as you frown, your pouty lips and hesitation to get yourself to work make him smirk. " You really don't want to do nothing, don't you?"

"Ño" you mutter as you turn the tv on.

•He finds utterly cute when you had spent all day talking in English and at night, when you finally come home, you talk in weird mix of accents. Or when you forget a words and tries your hardest to remember it, just to finally say it in Spanish.

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tessatechaitea · 5 years

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Teen Titans Spotlight #9: Changeling

I feel like this is the first appearance of the Changeling logo.

It's as if General Immortus knew that one day Niles Caulder would be just a head! Or, more probably, Grant Morrison fucking remembered this one panel and thought, "I'll turn The Chief into a disembodied head!" Unless it was Rachel Pollack who did that. What am I? The Doom Patrol wiki?

Cliff Steele has just been on another adventure where his body was torn apart. At least I'm assuming it was because whenever he or Red Tornado are in a super hero battle, they usually get torn to pieces. Somebody's got to be and you can't do it to Batman. But Cliff is tired of it and he's ready to retire to a ranch in California. I wonder why Grant Morrison's run didn't take place there? Cliff and Garfield wind up at the New York Zoo because Garfield wants to fuck the lioness and Cliff wants to buy hot dogs that he can't eat.

Based on the repartee between Robotman and Changeling, I don't think the crowd are the only people to mistake Cliff for Cyborg.

The previous caption was a criticism of the writer, Paul Kupperberg. Was it too subtle? I know it wasn't on the level of Ann Nocenti criticism where I once questioned how she survived the surgery that replaced her brain with Jello pudding but sometimes you need a little subtlety in your life. Like when you want to masturbate but all you have on hand are your sandpaper masturbation gloves. I don't know if that final sentence had anything to do with subtlety. I think it had more to do with me introducing the public to my new invention! It, um, needs some work.

I first read Changeling's line as "You're obviously a fat." Not because I often misread the fuzzy text of old comic books but because I saw the kid in the first panel and my brain began thinking, "How do I make a hilarious and inoffensive fat joke about this kid?"

I just realized I should mention the writers and artists of these old issues since they're not on the cover. The artist is Dan Jurgens and I already mentioned the writer. I don't know what inkers do so I don't remember who the inker was. And the one thing I've always refused to do in my comic book reviews over the last eight years is to mention the letterer! Mostly because I always hated reading letters from fans who praise the writing and drawing and then offer a throw away line about how easy the typeface was to read thanks to Costanza or whoever! Oh, and I actually really forgot about the colorist until just now! That was Adrienne Roy! Who better to color some kid green than good old Adrienne! Cliff walks off in a huff when people begin to actually recognize him. He should have thrown in a few "Booyahs" and offered to show off his white noise cannon. Um, wink, wink! I'm not proficient at flirting. Before Robotman can find a quiet bathroom stall to wish he could cry in, Mister 104 attacks! I know. You're thinking the same thing I'm thinking, right? What happened to Misters 1-103? Oh, and probably, who the fuck is Mister 104?! But then I'd be disappointed if a Doom Patrol villain showed up and I recognized that villain. Their villains should get a "What the fuck?!" reaction at least ninety percent of the time. That's another thing the television show got right! How many scenes have Crazy Jane shouting "What the fuck?" and then Cliff responds with "What the fuck?" and then Crazy Jane is all "No, fucking seriously! What the fuck?" and then Cliff is all "What the fucking fuck fuck fucking fuck?!" The show uses the F-word a lot! Luckily Changeling remembers who Mister 104 is and thinks through Mister 104's entire origin for us. It turns out Mister 104 can turn into every known element on the periodic table. He's only Mister 104 because that's how many elements were on the periodic table in 1965 when he first appeared in Doom Patrol #98. Except when he appeared in that issue, he was Mister 103. So either he hadn't looked at a periodic table since 1961 when he first attacked the Doom Patrol in 1965 or Arnold Drake, the original Doom Patrol writer and co-creator, fucked up. Or maybe there was a plot reason for it in the story, like Mister 103 just despised Helium or maybe Superman paid him to never turn into krypton(ite)? Still, this is 1987! He should be Mister 109! I didn't learn all of that from Changeling's thought bubbles! Some of it I learned because Mister 104 mentions that when he last encountered the Doom Patrol, he was left as "a mass of free floating destabilized atoms" and the editor helpfully noted that took place in Doom Patrol #106. In 1987, I would have just thought, "Oh, okay. Whatever." But in 2019, I can use the Internet to find out all about that issue! Suck it, me in 1987 who didn't learn anything new or helpful in any way and who couldn't pretend like you were super smart and knew all about the periodic table because you didn't have Wikipedia like a stupid idiot! Ha ha! Apparently Mister 104 appeared in other comic books I've read (like The Doom Patrol vs. Suicide Squad Special) but it's understandable that I don't remember him. Partly because he may have been going by Atomic Man or Atomic Master and also because he's just kind of stupid. But stupid in just the right way that Doom Patrol villains should be stupid!

Don't read this text if you're trying to avoid spoilers for Teen Titans Spotlight #9: Changeling!

It looks like Mister 103 first takes on the name Mister 104 here. But what's odd is that he tells Cliff, "You might remember me: Mister 104!" And Changeling thinks, "That's Mister 104!" I guess Paul Kupperberg couldn't abide the fact that Arnold Drake fucked up and he had to correct him. I bet he was fuming for over twenty years! He probably got a job as a comic book writer simply to fix this mistake from his childhood! But then, I suppose everything can be explained away by simply invoking Crisis on Infinite Earths. That probably changed things somehow.

That's your argument for why you'r going to win this fight?

During the battle, Mister 104 turns into a lot of different chemical compounds, proving that he was indeed a molecular engineer. But Robotman manages to thwart each of his different shapes with punches, proving that nerds just can't win in physical combat. Eventually, Mister 104 sets a fire that traps the fat kid from earlier who didn't have enough sense to get the fuck out of the way. Interrupting the battle is a scene where Mento plots the downfall of the Teen Titans with the help of his captive, the star of the next issue of Spotlight, Aqualad! Back to the fight, Changeling saves the kid and drops him off by the hot dog stand. He sees some canisters and the fat kid says, "Those? But that's just soda gas!" Who the fuck calls it soda gas? I lived through 1987 and I don't remember ever saying, "The soda gas in this soda really hits the spot!" Maybe calling it carbonated water or carbon dioxide or carbonation would have given the game away too early! Changeling appears as a giant ape wielding cans of carbon dioxide to smother Mister 104's flaming fury. And this time instead of transforming into some other element, he's knocked out cold! Way to go, soda gas! Teen Titans Spotlight #9: Changeling Rating: C+. The entire point of the story was to show that Robotman's estimation of Garfield Logan has grown and that he now sees him as a real hero. I guess the reader is suppose to think, "Yeah! If Robotman can admit that Garfield is now a real hero and not some jerk off jokester who causes more problems than he solves, I should probably think that too!" And since I'm a totally average comic book reader, I'm totally a Garfield Logan fan now! He isn't obnoxious and annoying at all in the way I thought! He's a real hero! Not as big a hero as soda gas but still pretty great!

#Changeling #Teen Titans Spotlight #Teen Titans #Beast Boy #Doom Patrol #Robotman #DC #DC Comics

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melyaliz · 7 years

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It’s Britney Bitch

Summary: The Story of how Jennifer and Dick went to see Britney in Vegas.

Pairing: Dick x OC

Notes: So many ideas for this... it’s a bit choppy but was WAY too much fun to write. Dick’s love for Britney is inspired by my best friend who will fight you if you look at Britney wrong.

Maia @royslittleharper

Annabella @the-shadow-of-atlantis

Tagging: @guns-n-lilies @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules

Sometimes being a hero was just too much. While Dick was normally good at compartmentalizing his lives some days it was just too much. One small slip up, one civilian lost and it would all come crashing down on the boy.

Today was one of those days.

Dick lay on his bed just staring at the ceiling letting the events of the past week play out in his head. Over and over again. Lost in a circle of “what ifs”

The sound of music a the knock on his door suddenly broke the cycle.

“Go away” he yelled

He was answered by another knock. Sighing he pulled himself up walking toward the door.

“I’m not in the moo..” his words were cut off by Jen throwing a fuzzy pink boa around his neck pulling him into the hallway. His sister Annabella holding up a jukebox blasting Britney Spears.

“Come Dance!” Jen sang twirling around pulling him toward the stairs. He couldn’t help but laugh at their ridiculousness as he let them lead him down to the living room where the speakers blasted his favorite's from the pop star.

A few hours later Bruce found them sprawled out on the couch. Annabella’s head resting in Jennifer’s lap asleep while Dick and Jen watched Britney's music video “Baby One More Time”. Dick explaining all the work that was put into the production his hand gently playing with Jen’s as she giggled at his excitement of the performance.

“She’s a true entertainer.”

“Yep.”

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Jen let out a long breath as she bent down over her feet on her Yoga mat. Slowly she moved from a downward dog to a Warrior slowly breathing. Deep breaths, in and out, trying to clear her head as her phone buzzed. Dick frantically trying to explain himself and why did had not told her about Jason’s resurrection.

But she wasn’t having it. Not today.

Let him stew in his dishonesty.

Jerk.

Suddenly she heard her doorbell buzz and the sound of a beat she couldn't quite place. Frowning, confused, she stood walking toward the door, the beat getting louder.

Opening the door she was greeted by Dick holding up his cellphone blasting Britney, the pink fuzzy boa around his neck. He threw it around her before taking a step in.

“Dick I’m still mad…”

“Shhhhh,” he said shutting the door. “Just dance with me,” he added before pulling her toward the living room by the boa that was around her neck. She couldn't help but crack a smile as he sang the words to their favorite song “Circus”.

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"So Dick's birthday is in a month..." Faith said as she stretched before their practice session. Damian frowned from his place next to the punching bag.

"tt, So?"

"I just have a great idea for a gift.”

“You?” Damian said, “what are you going to get him? A box of ice cream?”

“Ohhhh something so good I will become his favorite and he will ask me to be the next Robin.”

Damian froze studying her, sometimes he had a hard time reading his cousin. While she was always saying outlandish things which he had learned to discredit, there was always those few that held some grains of truth to them. He knew she would never be Grayson’s favorite, but the thought didn’t sit well with him.

“First off, am the heir to Batman and I could get Grayson a better gift in my sleep.”

“Wana bet?”

Tim sighed watching them. He knew Faith well enough to know she had an ulterior motive. Whenever she got that look in her eye she was scheming. Damian hadn’t been with them long enough or cared enough to really notice when Faith was up to no good.

“If I win you have to be MY sidekick for a week.”

“And if I win I get to be Robin for a week.”

“You’re on!”

Of course, everyone wanted to get in on the bet. Annabella joking that the idea of being Robin for a week was too tempting to pass up. Stephanie saying she already had the costume while Gigi really just wanted to be “part of the Bat-fam”

Dick had never gotten so many gifts for his birthday.

Stephanie found him the box of the iconic Wheaties with Nightwing’s face on them.

Annabella had a remade Dick’s first costume “I fixed it, after all, I was the one who burned it last time” she said as he laughed looking it over.

Tim and updated his suite with some amazing new features.

Gigi got him a book with all the best Nightwing tweets. Several included the trending hashtags #nightbooty and #bestbatbooty. Maia may have stolen it to read a few out loud.

Faith gave him a mini figure of Nightwing keyring. “For your belt” she giggled “he can have your back.”

Damian couldn’t help but snicker as he proudly presented him with a katana from Japan, a one of the kind apparently. And better than anything else, especially a stupid little keychain which he didn’t fail to point out to Faith.

“He can put little-wing on the hilt!” Faith cooed looking over the blade.

“Don’t you dare!” Damian said glaring at the brunette who flashed him a sweet smile while Tim pried the blade from her hands concerned what the smaller boy would do to his girlfriend. The younger Wayne was about to add something else but Dick’s laughs cut him off.

“Maia, what are these?” he asked holding up a pair of booty shorts with “Britney Bitch” written in pink rhinestones on the butt.

“Open mine.” Jennifer said handing him an envelope, “and all will become clear.”

Everyone fell silent as Dick opened the card quietly reading it then pulling out two tickets, his eyes growing wide. “No” he gasped holding them up.

“Yep,” the older O’Neal sister said a huge smile on her face, “Two front row tickets to see Britney’s Vegas show opening day.”

“OHHH!!!” Annabella squealed, “I get to do costumes!”

“Take tons of pictures!” Gigi added, “I want to have tweets and everything!”

“I’m so jealous” Maia cried, “I tried to get Jen to let me go instead of her!”

“No way!” Jen laughed, “I am not missing this for the world.”

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"Hey Jen, can you just help me with this body glit..." Dick's voice cut off as all thoughts left him as Jennifer walked out.

"That bad?" She giggled as he stood there mouth agape taking her in her "Slave for You" outfit complete with a stuffed animal boa constrictor. Slowly his expression grew to a lopsided goofy grin as he let out a low chuckle.

"You look amazing, Annabella knows her stuff."

Jennifer giggled twirling around letting the beads and lace around her hips sparkle. “Right?” taking a step closer to him. Dick felt his heart pick up feeling slightly like a teenager again as he watched her, “now come here so I can bedazzle you”

“Of course,” he said shivering slightly at her touch. They both may have already had a few drinks with dinner and a few more while getting ready. Which is what he choked up his nerves too. Just the alcohol.

Nothing else.

The concert hall was already packed by the time they go there. Of course, they had to take pictures and then stop to take a few more with other fans. A Bachelor party was so in love with their outfits that they ended up buying them drinks. One of the guys informing Dick that “if he wasn’t taken he would be tonight.” Jennifer was doubled over laughing so hard as Dick sat on the groom-to-be’s lap.

“Just don’t tell my hubby,” the man said laughing.

“You guys are just too cute!” one of the girls in the group said taking a few more pictures, “You need to party with us all night!”

Which they did. Drink and more drinks with a million more pictures before Britney came descending down like an angel from heaven. Quite literally in white feathers and all.

Song after song while they sang at the top of their lungs dancing along with the beat.

The music swelled and Dick couldn't help but admire the way Jen looked in the glow of flashing multi-colored lights laughing and dancing along with the beat. Sure he still had feelings for her, almost 10 years later. But he was grateful because they had something stronger than sexual attraction. They had a friendship. Something that had been tested by everything. From a failed relationship both togeather and separately. Fights, disappearances, and even deaths. Yet here they were, like old times, just enjoying the silly things in life together. Experiencing the world with both arms open.

And he as grateful they were fri...

"Happy birthday" her voice cut off his musings mid thought. Her bright eyes looking up at him as they glowed in the light of the music. Beautiful blue almost magical. Her smile, the smile that seemed to emanate from her very body, that smile that would make him weak in the knees. That smile that he would do anything to see.

Who was he kidding? He was in love with her, he would be until his dying breath.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the magic of Britney, but suddenly all his resolve was gone. That small thin thread of friendship he had been clinging too disappeared with the smoke that filled the air as he leaned forward kissing her.

And to his pure delight, she kissed him back.

He must have been dreaming, there was no way this was real. Yet here they were, and God did she taste amazing.

Pulling away he found himself lost in those blue beautiful eyes totally forgetting where he was. Not even the power of Britney Spears herself could bring him back from the heaven he had been pulled into.

"Wana get out of here?" He asked, more of a plea than a question. She nodded slipping her hand into his.

He had never run so fast in his life.

Pulling her with him hearing her laughs ringing in his ears as they darted around other guests of the hotel. A laugh that was more beautiful than any other sound in the world. God, it took all his self-control to not take her right there in the middle of the Planet Hollywood.

They were in the room moments later as he pulled her into another kiss. Hands desperately moving over at her outfit (or lack there of), her hair, her skin. Anything and everything. Just to feel her, taste her, just to get her as close to him as possible.

They landed on his bed her looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes as he undid her bra-let.

"Are you sure you want this?" She whispered doubts filling her eyes as she studied him. He felt himself melt seeing her under him for the first time in a long time so vulnerable. If it had been anyone else he would have taken this as a cue to slow down but he knew Jen. She was a clear communicator even more so when drunk. "because I don't know if I can promise anything later and..."

Gently he leaned down kissing her, "I want this more than you will ever know"

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"I won" Faith sang skipping down the Batcave holding out her phone. Damian scowled as he walked up to the girl who stood smugly holding up her phone.

"You gave him a keychain, I had a katana"

"Oh silly, that was simply a division, " Faith said showing the others her phone.

"What... is that GRAYSON?"

Stephanie giggled leaning forward to look at the pictures Faith was showing them, "man they look amazing" There was a picture of Dick dressed up in his Circus outfit complete with top hat and open tux jacket. Body glitter over his face and bare chest.

There were a few of Jen in her outfit kissing her snake.

Another picture showed Dick holding Jen's hand up as he spun her around.

“Who took these pictures?” Tim asked

“I have my ways.” Faith giggled before swiping to another photo.

One of the everyone’s favorite non-couple (after Maia and Roy) kissing under the flashing colored lights.

"Jen's the one who got him those tickets" Damian mumbled going back to the mat unconvinced of how this was Faith’s gift.

"That's what they think... but where do you think she got the idea? Who do you think casually mentioned it to Annabella what their outfits should be? Who do you think kept saying what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? And who knew put in the right situation those two would finally get over it?" Faith said sweeping her hands open as she revealed her master plan. Tim laughed shaking his head

"You really are a little puppet master."

“I mean… it’s Britney Bitch” Faith giggled, “Anything can happen.”

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