Bart Allen types at a speed so fast Tim had to get Waynetech to make him a phone that can keep up with him, because he broke the last three phones he had by overloading them with typing much too fast for them to handle. He’s from the future, he didn’t expect today’s technology to be quite so fragile. The young justice groupchat looks something like:
-39492949 year old: GYSS YOKM RBCE BIEV WAHAF BAOPENED GO ME FK DAY J LOTERLALY WA FIBJFING GHIS GUG ANF LIKE HE WSS ?? YAKKJNG ABOJR SIM BE SAKD HE KNE U??
Red nuisance: ?? Are you talking to me?
Cassieeee: okay i don't even know what he's saying sorry
Knock off steel man (aluminum man?): Yeah no what the fuck?
This (to a lesser extent) extends to all the speedsters. As soon as this phone was developed, both Wally and Barry were gifted one by their respective Bat.
Barry now texts Hal faster than people can see during league meetings, making him try not to laugh every time his phone screen lights up.
Wally quotes memes the exact second they become popular, because of course these phones are capable of playing any video at 100x speed without distortion. It makes people think he’s brain rotted. He leans into it because it means people underestimate him. It pisses Dick off though, because he has to explain to people that yes, Wally still trains as much as the rest of him, no, he’s not slacking to watch TikTok, he’s just scrolled through the entire for you page in about a half minute.
I just had the brain spark idea for ANGST with Peter in Gotham with Jason as Uncle Ben. What if it is when he is still mad with anger from the Lazaraus Puts, and Peter's first meeting with him is when he is in the middle of one of his homicidal rages?
Like, Jason is back with the Batfam, and he is on the good guy side, but it's before he has reached a balance on his anger, and he still struggles to control the pit madness. And the first time Peter sees him and recognizes his face, Jason is momentarily going crazy?
Ooooo wait this is such a good idea!!
Imagine Peter, whose uncle has only been dead for 2-3 years at this point, seeing a man who has his uncles face repeatedly punching an unconscious man? The city's vigilantes are trying to pry him off, distract him from turning that poor guys face into a mushy pool of broken bones and blood.
Some are trying to comfort him, for some reason, while others say... less than polite things. The blue one electrocutes him, his not-uncle, successfully, which only serves to move his focus from the bloodied body to the vigilante. Which, well, was the point, but it feels wrong seeing his not-uncle be electrocuted repeatedly and beaten with a bo staff.
Batman even shows up to restrain him, his uncle had always been larger than life, in the metaphorical and physical sense. Peter's uncle was a gentle man, and the only time he ever used his size was when he was out on duty, to save people's lives.
His eyes glowed a neon green, and his weirdly youthful face was framed by premature white hair. His nose was busted and bleeding, staining his teeth. It made Peter nauseous. The last time his uncle had been covered in blood, he...
"Stop it! What are you doing to him?!" Peter screamed, finally finding the strength to leave his hiding spot behind a dumpster.
He stared. What else could he do?
He hadn't been in this universe long, hadn't found any signs of the Parkers ever even existing here. How could he be so stupid? Of course they could've existed with different names— his dad and uncle had been adopted. They probably have completely different families and last names because Peter... doesn't exist here. They're alive because Peter doesn't exist here.
The blue one, Nightwing, stepped forward. "Hey, this is no place for a kid, alright? We've got this handled." He took the tone Peter often took with scared civilians as Spider-man.
"No, you're— you're hurting him! Stop it!" Peter moved to get closer to his uncle, but was held back gently by Nightwing.
"Get the kid out of here, now!" Batman snapped, struggling to hold down his uncle.
ao3 turns 15 today
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(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)
reblog if you made it this far somehow
Bitches love reblogging this post every Tuesday the 18th
ao3 being down may be my last straw
SINGIN’ IN THE RAIN dir. Stanley Donen + Gene Kelly
can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]
These posts are cousins to me.
Leave me alone I'm stupid and tired
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