Another reason why I’m a firm believer in letting Bruce get old is because the idea of him looking and his dark haired children without his glasses on and genuinely not being able to tell them apart is unparalleled
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“Wait, wait, wait, short baby Robin, back it up. You followed a radioactive green dog into the sewers? With no weapons?”
“Don’t be an idiot Grayson, I always have a weapon on me. It’d be counterproductive if I didn’t. Anyway- the dog disappeared and I was already down there so I followed the voices to this room—”
“You followed voices?!?”
“Do try to keep up.” Damian snipped. “Yes, and there was a room down there, like some sort of tomb and then I pulled this guy out of the coffin there.” And subsequently gave himself mild frostbite he was guessing by the way he still couldn’t feel his hands. Dick looked mid aneurysm at Damian’s minimal explanation but that had the benefit of him not asking anymore questions as he let them into the apartment, offering to take the teenager from Damian wordlessly.
“Did he tell you anything?” Dick pressed fingers to the teen’s wrist, brow furrowed. “Low pulse, okay. Okay. To the living room then. Was he awake when you got him out?”
“For a few moments.”
“And did you ask him for a name?”
“No.”
“Damian.”
“I was preoccupied with finding a living person in a glass coffin Grayson. He did say one thing though.” Besides thanking Damian but he was keeping that to himself for as long as he could.
“What was it?”
“The Packers suck.”
“Like the football team?” Dick questioned and Damian shrugged.
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Batfam playing never have I ever:
Jason: okay, to start off, never have I ever lost my spleen to assassins
Tim: oh fuck you. Targeting isn't allowed
Jason: who do you think you're playing with? Targeting is absolutely allowed
Tim: *takes shot* Alright, never have I ever died
Jason: oh come ON
Dick: does my death count if it was only technically-
Steph: if you have to put a "technically" in front of it then it counts. Take the shot Dick
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Prompt 175
Talon -William Cobb, that was his name once, he remembers that much at least- stares down blankly at the small child who is clinging to its -his His HIS- pant leg, tiny claws digging into the cloth and gripping onto the armor. It he freezes, unsure as to how to react. With Hunts or Orders, the talon knew exactly what to do. Entertain. Kill. Simple.
Talons were supposed to kill witnesses, he- IT knows this, especially as one of the oldest talons that belonged to the Court. Yet the talon hesitates, something stopping it from doing so. The child looks up at it, something oh so familiar about the motion, with blue-green eyes before burying their face against its- his?- leg.
“'̵m̸ ̵c̴o̷l̵d̸…” the child-chick… spoke? Not-spoke. Something else, familiar-yet-not. But cold, he knew that. Cold was bad, it meant sleep, not rest but a deep frozen sleep that took time to awaken from. A dangerous thing. A thing not-talons didn’t wake up from.
The chick -Hadn’t he had a child once, all that time ago- whined, bringing its-his attention back to them. Talon could wait to return to the Court for a few hours more- the task it had been given was already complete-and keep the Cold away from the tiny chick. Just for a little bit.
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behold, the funniest twitter thread that was never intended to be a joke, courtesy of ben "too dumb to understand a movie that literally explains itself to you at the end" shapiro
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ultimate trope is yandere who is just so fucking desperate to be useful to you. just mad. they can't let you throw them away. they need to make sure you won't ever even think of it.
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thinking about dick grayson's cunty rich boy swag in young justice season 1
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