#bruce is so tired asdfghjkl

[cynthia-a]

I personally think since tim can fall asleep anywhere he has given his family members multiple heart attacks.

Allow me to elaborate

Its a random Tuesday, very calm and suddenly you hear the sound of bruce wayne losing his shit because his son is just nowhere to be found.

He sits down at the batcomputer, ready to call reinforcements (clark probably) to help search for his son, when his leg bumps into something under the table.

And that something turns out to be tim- who thought the tiny space looked very comfy and decided to lay down for a nap

That is all,thank you

#dc red robin #tim drake #red robin #batfam #dc comics #bruce is so tired asdfghjkl #bruce wayne #bruce wishes his kids were just a bit normal #just a smidge #tim looked cute as hell tho #love sleepy timmy headcanons #sleepy tim #sleepy tim drake

[fantastic-nonsense]

Tim Drake at 14: *skipping school and lying to Bruce so he can nearly get killed in space with his dumbass friends*

Damian Wayne at 14: *skipping school and lying to Bruce so he can nearly get killed on an untracable island in an illegal underground fight club*

#tim drake #damian wayne #young justice #dc comics #tuesday spoilers #chaotic dumbass brothers who don't understand how alike they are!!!! #bruce is so tired asdfghjkl #batfam #my flying robins #every time I think there are no more dumb 'you didn't connect shit' 'I connected it!' dots another writer makes one for me #deleted addition to this post: #dick grayson at 14: *skipping school and MOVING TO NEW YORK to start an unsanctioned group of teen superheroes* #it's a shame Jason was 15 when he died in Ethiopia otherwise I would have had a truly cursed addition to make to this post

[jeromevalseka]

im probably late for this asdfghjkl but for the writing prompts can i request batcat (no surprise there lol) + 24?? (and now that i think about it this can totally be an au lol)

ITZEL I’M SORRY FOR BEING THE LITERAL EMBODIMENT OF CHAOTIC EVIL AND TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THIS! 

it’s just the end of the world

It started like this:

Selina snuck onto the grounds of Wayne Manor and came in through the window in the study. That’s normal. Bruce didn’t notice. He was sprawled out on one of the sofa’s, flipping through the week’s progress reports. His board of directors wasn’t happy with him, at the moment — and, really, what else was new?

He looked tired. Beyond tired. Like over the past week he decided that it wasn’t enough to only carry the weight of Gotham on his shoulders, he had to add the weight of the world as a whole. It sounded about right.

He’s only eighteen. She’s only eighteen.

And that’s the important thing here, isn’t it?

She watched him for a moment. There’s no commitment here. Though, really, there’s no commitment ever. Not with them. Nothing that’s been etched into permanence. Nothing that honestly counts. Only, that doesn’t feel right. The thought of it — them — whatever they were, however messy and broken-hearted they became, and no matter how many snow globes broke against Persian rugs, the concept of them falling apart was unthinkable. They meant something. They had to.  

She stood by the curtains. Turned herself into a phantom. Another lonely projection of the wind. Something intangible. It’s refreshing. It’s disquieting. There’s an edge of unease to her watch. A fear, that clawed its way out of her throat into her gums, making her teeth ache and her jaw twitch.

What was she doing here?

She could remember, vaguely, walking through an antique store when she was very young. Her mom — Maria — had grabbed her roughly by the wrist while they walked through the aisles, and hissed behind a veneer of plum lipstick, “You can look all you want, but don’t ever touch anything.”

Sometimes, she wondered if Bruce, someday, would become something delicate and untouchable to her.

By all accounts, he should have been already.

And yet.

The idea of things going to way they should have if the world operated sanely was unpleasant. He’d be nothing but an uptight, overly-worried, probably friendless trust fund kid and she’d be a nobody pick-pocket or grifter. Definitely friendless. Maybe dead.

When did Bruce Wayne become so important to her? When did she let him become so important to her?

She felt something twist over in her stomach. Feelings, she decided, are awful.  

If she left right then and there, he’d never even know she’d been there.

She doesn’t leave.

Instead, she reached out and knocked against the windowpane. Bruce looked over, moving, probably, too sedately considering there was an intruder in his house. It really shouldn’t have been endearing.

“Oh, Romeo, Romeo,” she said, as she pushed her way into the room, not sure why she was saying what she was saying, but in too deep to stop. “Wherefore art thou, Romeo?”

And it would just be neat if a bolt of lightning could have stuck her down. Right in that moment.

Bruce shuffled his papers together and dropped them onto the coffee table in front of him. He, like a complete idiot, lounged back against the couch, looking at her in a way that she knew meant he was hiding a smile because his mouth was too pinched and his eyes were too happy, and her stomach twisted again and it was all so stupid.

Horrifically, she could feel herself making the same not-smile.

God.

She had a reputation to upkeep.

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#mine #p: bruce x selina #batcat #ask #brvceselina #idk why but i have the hardest time writing batcat rip #but i think it came across as in character #maybe a little purple prose-y in places #but i really hope you like!!