#Alfred of course makes them take group photos with their medals when they get home

[yuwigqi]

Batfam members by which obscure Olympic Sport(s) they would be (its a stunt for charity or something):

Bruce: His inquisitive nature leads him to ask: Is there a limit on how many Sports You're Allowed to Compete In? Not for him. He wins gold in Golf, Diving, Badminton, Greco-Roman Wrestling, Ice Dancing with Cass (she's not going to prom of course, so this is his best chance at a father-daughter dance) BMX Racing, Men's Skeet (he has nothing against sport shooting! Honest!), Dressage, and Weightlifting (wait? 860 KILOS??), and Beach Volleyball (Dick is his partner). In fact, he already did sports with Dick and Cass! Why not all his kids! Badminton with Bette (she's basically his niece, come on now), Tennis with Jason, Luge with Tim (Tim literally falls asleep on top of him), and 3x3 Basketball with Damian and Duke.

Kate: Kate runs a poll on twitter asking for the "Straightest sport possible" and that's how she ends up doing a fucking 50 kilometer race walk. Why the fuck is walking an Olympic Sport?? I don't know Kathy, its for charity, just do it please. So for one day, Kate turns into Karen, and speed walks 3. Fucking. Hours. Kate is tempted to melt her Bronze of course its fucking bronze medal down into parts for nose piercings out of malic

Luke: Obvs wants to go into a combat sport. Which is why Dick purposefully tells he he wouldn't be able to do anything else, and dares him to try Artistic Gymnastics. He gets Gold in Rings and Silver in Pommel Horse and Vault

Dick: Dick wants to challenge himself by doing the other Gymnastics he's never done. So he signs up for Rhythmic Gymnastics! But...it's a women-only sport. Which is why Dick comes out as genderfluid and is a woman specifically for the games (cue Tim being fucking furious at Dick about enforcing negative stereotypes). And naturally, Dick wins. But also....you know...he kind of really feels...empowered with she/her pronouns. Like....it feels right. And thus, it took winning an Olympic Sport for Dick to realize he was bigender all along.

Bette: She's like actually a Tennis player, so that. Also, she idolizes Dick and wants to impress him with her super good Gymnastics skills. After winning the gold she bites it in tradition, and it actually bends. She actually ended up with a fucking poorly made tin medal fuck this is so embarrassing noone look at me

Babs: Curling, another weird fucking sport. It's basically like shuffleboard on ice. And honestly, like, its not an athletic sport. Honestly, you probably could do it in a wheelchair. And a huge part of it is technique and intellect. It was MADE for Oracle. After she wins Tesla reachers out for a sponsorship deal to make a robotic wheelchair, and Babs makes a working spaceship just to fucking spite Elon. She also hacks X and removes all the X branding, literally turning it back into Twitter.

Jason: I kid you not, in 2024 they will add competitive breakdancing To the Summer games. Jason is on the first U.S. team. It...you know there were worse ways to make money on the streets than street performing...and you know...it was fun too...I made like $74 one day outside an iHop. No shit fuck Babs don't look for it please don't fuck no please

Tim: Skateboarding has also been recently added to the Olympics. Tim isn't allowed to put his Superboy stickers on it because Young Justice happen to be involved in several international incidents.

Steph: Everyone remembers Steph lived in Africa, but no one even bothered to ask her about it, much less ask which country. Ethiopia, thank you for asking. Curious how they offered her citizenship right after she announced her Olympic plans. Steph wins gold in Speed Skating, giving the continent of Africa its first ever medal in the Winter Games. (She mentions this every single time possible)

Dami: Modern Pentathlon is by far the weirdest fucking sport in existence, but Dami loves it. He gets to swordfight, shoot things, and most importantly. meet a horse.

Cass: Karate kata. Cass in a combat sport would just be unfair, so she does the Kata, just showing off the execution and form. Ice Dancing with Bruce, as mentioned earlier. Her outfit is based on the Black Swan, of course. Frustratingly Bruce is much better at it than her, and she's unsure why. Until it dawns on her she's competing and he's having fun with his daughter. After she stops caring about scores, they two get the highest score in history.

Duke: Artistic Swimming. 2024 is the first year men will be allowed. "No Bruce, I'm isn't going to use my powers to see easily in the water, god." And showing off his abs to that pretty girl in his Women's Studies Elective is definitely not part of his choice of sport. Nope. (She's turned off by his puberty acne, and Duke cries in his room for 8 days straight)

Harper: No Bruce. No Steph. Fuck you Cass. No. No. No. Hey Harper, just wanna let you know, as part of the charity thing, we're doing a gala, and Bernard's busy. Do you think Cullen would like to go?...Fine Tim, I'll do it, for Cullen. Harper of course needs to do something to make an impact though. If she's gonna do this shit, she might as well have fun with it. Which is why she starts a one-woman crusade to add a new sport. It takes petitions, conferences, and a few million dollars in charitable donations to the IOC...but a new sport is added, and Harper Rowe because the Olympic's first ever gold medalist in Sumo Wrestling.

#This was fun to make #Batman #Batfam #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Kate Kane #Luke Fox #Jason Todd #Bette Kane #Barbara Gordon #Stephanie Brown #Cassandra Cain #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Harper Row #Alfred of course makes them take group photos with their medals when they get home

[drowning-in-dennor]

Nostalgia

This is really, really, really late, but here’s my entry for the final day of @aphrarepairweek2019! It’s platonic SeaWy, and the theme is Nostalgia.

  Peter can barely hear the principal’s voice over his heartbeat, and he’s at the edge of his seat in anticipation. His row is almost empty, and he knows that in just a few moments he’ll be next on stage.

 “Michael Jones!”

 Peter claps for his friend as he gives him a thumbs-up before walking on stage, shaking the principal’s hand with a grin before taking his certificate. And with that, Michael’s an official elementary school graduate.

 Him next.

 “Peter Oxenstierna!”

 He gets up, smiling so widely his face hurts. And he walks up to the stage, into the spotlight where the principal is waiting. And he sees his parents in the audience, his dad holding up a camera and his father grinning and waving. Peter resists the urge to wave back and takes the certificate from the principal, beaming to the world.

 His father tackles Peter in a hug when they leave the hall, laughing and misty-eyed at the same time. “I’m so proud of you, Peter! It seems like yesterday when we brought you home, and now you’re twelve years old and going to middle school! Ohhh, time really flies!”

 “Papa, you’re wrinkling my certificate,” Peter protests.

 His father releases him and smiles, blue eyes shining. “Sorry, sorry,” he says. “But it’s just… you grow up so fast!”

 Someone pats Peter on the shoulder and he turns to see his dad, with a rare smile on his face. “Well done.”

 And Peter feels like he’s floating, floating on this happy little balloon and he’ll never have to let go. He’ll be heading off to middle school in just two months, and suddenly he feels so much more grown-up.

 He sees Michael with his brother on the other side of the courtyard, chatting away with Savino Vargas and his family. Peter, with a glance at his parents, ducks between groups of kids and teachers to get to his friend.

 “Hey!” He high-fives Savino and fist-bumps Michael, nodding at their relatives. “We did it! We made it out of sixth grade alive, and we only got sent to the principal’s office once. Pretty impressive, huh?”

 Michael’s brother, Alfred, snorts. “Just once? Please, when I was your age--”

 “You’re not that much older, Al.”

 “Well, you should’ve known better than to get locked in an elevator!” Savino’s brother lectures. “What kind of kid sneaks into an elevator, presses every button in there, messes with the panels and is surprised that they get locked in?”

 “That’s exactly what I told them!”

 Peter spins around and sees a girl with her hands on her hips, glaring at him like she’s been glaring since the day they met. “I tell them it’s stupid to sword-fight with paintbrushes using pallettes as shields, and what do they say? ‘You’re no fun, Wendy,’ and ‘It’ll be fine, Wendy, don’t be a worrywart’! They don’t listen!”

 “Wendy!” Peter runs toward his friend and hugs her, ignoring the shout of protest that follows. “Hey, I didn’t see you during the ceremony!”

 She huffs, pushing him away and crossing her arms. “You were talking with Michael, of course you didn’t. By the way, have you gotten your yearbook yet?”

 “My what?”

 Wendy rolls her eyes. “The yearbook! The teachers are handing them out by the school gates.” She holds up a book, the cover clearly stamped with 6A, Class of 2019. “You know, the one we had to write an essay about?”

 Peter makes a beeline for the group of teachers at the gate, taking one book and shouting a quick thanks before running back to Wendy. “I’ve got it now!” He flips pages, glossing past teacher’s messages and class photos to his own page. “Oh, I remember writing this!”

 The day I stepped into my classroom in grade 1 seems like such a long time ago, even though it’s only been six years. Along the way, I’ve met lots of friends, learned lots of lessons and made lots of memories! I’ll miss my old classmates and teachers, and I hope we keep in touch!

 Dotted around his page are photos of him throughout his six years in school — sitting in his classroom on the first day, grinning at the camera in grade two with Wendy, high-fiving Savino after winning a race, holding up certificates, badges, medals.

 He feels Wendy peer over his shoulder and stretch her arm out to point at a photo. “I remember that photo,” she says. “We took that at the school outing in grade two, right? We went to the zoo that year.”

 “Uh-huh. It’s the time you surprised the zookeepers by knowing everything about the animals. I think they gave you stuff from the gift shop as a prize.”

 Wendy points at another photo, one of the two of them and Savino holding up certificates with bright grins on their faces. “When was that one?”

 “You don’t remember?” Peter asks incredulously. “That was last year, when we teamed up for the art contest.”

 She huffs, memories clearly flooding back. “You mean that time we had to paint a wall in an hour and I had paint in my hair for two days?”

 “Yeah, that one!” Peter laughs. “My shirt was totally ruined afterwards, but it was worth it because we won!”

 “We did lots of stupid things in elementary, huh?”

 Peter nods, flipping the pages of his yearbook. “I don’t think we’ll be able to do that in middle school.”

 “Ohhhh, no way.” Wendy takes out her own yearbook and turns to the very back. Peter catches the caption on the blue-tinged pages -- ‘Signatures. She holds out the book to him, pulling out a marker from her pocket. “Sign this. We might not get into the same middle school, so I want to keep in touch.”

 Grinning, Peter takes the marker and signs his name in careful cursive, adding a message at the bottom: Thanks for making my time in school totally awesome! I hope we’ll be going to middle school together. And he lifts up his yearbook and passes it to Wendy. “Now you.”

 Wendy’s cursive is much neater than Peter’s, but her message, written in pink marker, is quite a bit shorter. You might’ve been annoying sometimes, but I’m glad we became friends.

 They snap their yearbooks shut at the same time and put it in their backpacks, heading for the school gates. Peter sees his father waiting at the gates, his uncles waving at him. Wendy’s brothers are chatting to a group of teachers.

 “I’ll be going now.”

 “Okay.”

 Sharing one last high-five, Peter runs to his family and Wendy to her brothers. “Bye!” They shout to each other.

 “See you soon!”

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