Snart: You Know, That Stuff Will Kill You One Day.

What if Bart created DOX?

Now, hear me out. We all know Bart is really into engineering and creating both technology and codes, that’s simply canon. He built a giant VR simulator when he was on the Teen Titans that he used primarily for training simulation scenarios. Real end of the world shit, with no exemption for gore.

So, what if that gets him a bit nostalgic to his home time, trapped in the fictional world that was all he knew for nearly 15 years (in his perception).

He begins to code. He designs his Virtual friend first and nearly cries making his 3D models because it reminds him how much he missed the lifelike program.

Thus, he practically throws himself into this project, reading every book he could find (including relevant files on the Batcomputer, but shhh). Including the use of Alien technology that he gathers from old invasions or travelling worlds where he gathered “souvenirs”. (Pretty much anything he thought looked cool that might be useful to him).

Bart is able to create one of the most advanced artificial super intelligence, with a wide database of information he’s gathered over his years on people, species, and aliens. He also managed to give DOX emotions, or at least the closest thing he could get to such.

Since he did all this in the past, when he’s born in the future, and DOX becomes more and more fleshed out and life like, that program is what’s used with national security now under the clutches of his Grandpa, President Thawne. When Bart is taken as a baby and put into this VR world, DOX was already programmed to know who he is and how to raise him and what information to give already in his code, cause Bart himself from the past is the one that put it there.

The timestream continues to loop in that branch of the timeline, and Bart is inevitable.

Bart is the Speedster Ouroboros.

inaccurate Flashfam quotes #9

Bart: Wally, you are now Australian.

Wally, sighing deeply: Why is that, Bart?

Bart: You know what a Wallaby is?

Wally: ... *Another heavy sigh*

Bart: *goes onto explain what a Wallaby is*

I'm writing Jaybart one-shots that absolutely none of you asked for but I'm going to post them soon anyways.

The way I am sobbing, YOU HAVE BLESSED ME AND MY CREATION

Currently in rarepair hell be seeing you all :))

(bonus one under the cut cause I don't like it as much, but it's cute so take it avdjsnsj)

Just your daily reminder that Bart has an Alabama Accent 💞

Hey, y’all. I’ve got a question.

Why the everloving FUCK is there a Slade x Robin week on A03?! Why are there people in the fandoms promoting pedophilia on a large scale level, like it’ll catch on? FUCK NO. Don’t do that shit! Pardon my language, but FUCK.

We’re lacking content of Thad, Bart, and Owen all together so here, I drew y’all this gift on my phone at 2 AM.

Merry Christler, you spunky queers 💞

Warm Bodies

(Originally posted on AO3 by me/aka user CrashCityCentral)

The last thief was knocked out with a swift knee to his face and he fell limp. The distant sirens caught the vigilante’s attention and he let go of the KOd criminal's hair, dropping him to the ground then slumped into the shadows, hoisting himself up a fire escape and to the rooftop overlooking the dark alleyway where the fight took place. He peered over the edge to the carnage he left behind; a group of 8, 6 men and 2 women, unconsciously strewed across the alley floor, all petty thefts and wanna-be big shots. He left once he made sure none of them woke back up and the police were close enough. He never bothered staying around for these moments, the police were looking for him too. He didn’t always keep his opponents alive. But, like any other corny romance novel, he met someone and they changed him. For the better, which he honestly thought was impossible until that point. He didn’t look back again and instead traveled through the city by rooftop. It was just about time to hang up his helmet for the night.

He jumped from building to building, the close proximity of the cities structures making it perfect for travel. Once he was close enough to his current safe house, he dropped down to the streets and ducked into a darker part of the backend allies where he pulled a bag from a hidden spot. He opened it, stripping his chest plate off and stuffing it inside. He then reached around his head to press two switches on either side of his helmet and slowly pull it off revealing his face. Jason Todd.

Jason slung the bag over his shoulders, now casually dressed in a tank-top and his suit pants, walking back to the main roads and towards the direction of his safe house, acting as casual as ever. This had been his constant routine. Once at the door, he pulled his keys out and unlocked a padlock that kept a latch shut. When the latch was opened he entered a six-digit code the door clicked and was pushed open. From where his warehouse was there was a glimpse of moonlight shining through the windows and now open the door, with only his shadow blocking out the only source of light in the dark room. Jason closed the door again slowly and tried not to make a sound as he locked it once more and put his keys on a nearby table. The room was a deafening silence, almost making his ears ring. It wasn’t always this quiet. He moved to hang up his gear and walked further into the house. His movements were slow, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or sore from fighting. It could be both. He let out an exhausted sigh before reaching the bedroom, moving the door handle slowly so the creaking wouldn’t disrupt the silence. There was a figure on the bed, laying there and waiting for him. It didn’t move when he came fully into the room and shut the door or took off his boots. It didn’t move until he walked over and was hovering over the bed and sat on the edge.

“Hey, Bart,” Jason said without even bothering to look at the boy laying down beside him.

“Welcome home, Jay,” Bart replied, with his usual animated grin. Though it was dark, Jason could practically see that smile. Something about the way he says it now makes it sound rehearsed. It was the same reply Jason got every time he came back, followed by the usual questions asked at rapid-fire. “How did it go? Did you kick ass? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” Jason said, his reply just as practiced. He didn’t bother answering the other two. He couldn’t. He just stared at the same place he zoned into when he sat down.

“You seem sad. What’s wrong?” Bart asked. Though he didn’t hear it, Jason could feel Bart move closer.

“You know what’s wrong.” The silence was too much. It was all wrong. All of it.

“What do you mean, Jay?” Bart’s voice still feigned the innocent confusion it always had.

Jason loved that about him. He loved how confused Bart got sometimes. When Bart gets too confused he gets frustrated and makes this cute pouty face and his leg bounces more violently the longer he thinks. It was just so him .

“Please don’t act like you don’t know.” Jason’s tone was nothing but pain. His voice was leveled but his mind was anything but. It’s been a long night.

“What’s wrong?” There he goes again. Those same routine lines. Those same replayed words. Those same concerned eyes.

Jason refused to look at those eyes. He knew if he did he’d cave and just accept this. But he couldn’t.

“You need to leave, Bart.” He swallowed hard, regretting the words but not taking them back either. This needed to happen. For both of them.

“I don’t understand.” the smile in Bart’s voice was gone. What was left was just concern. Jason cried.

The first few tears slipped out unannounced until they all just started pouring out. Tears and broken sobs. He wiped them away quickly, eyes screwed shut. There was a tingling sensation like someone had grazed their fingers lightly, over his cheek. His hand was so cold.

“Don’t cry, Jaybird.” Bart soothed. Jason reminded himself he couldn’t look. If he looked it became real.

“Please stop, Bart. Just go.” He rubbed his eyes. The ear-ringing silence came back. In the back of his mind, Jason knew he’d be back, just like he always is. But he was alone for now, his thoughts leaving him in peace until the next time. He opened his eyes.

Jason felt like crying again. He didn’t want to push him away, he didn’t want to tell Bart to leave. He wanted nothing more than to cave in and just collapse, letting Bart’s words soothe everything away and kiss him until he didn’t feel anything but loved. To listen to his rambles again and be praised with every villain he didn’t kill.

He wanted all of that back, he wanted his speedster.

Whatever his mind was doing to him was sick. Bart was dead. He has been for some time.

Yo, so my girlfriends little brother just asked me what tfw meant because I used it while we were texting. But here’s that thing: its direct translation is ‘that feel when’; however, that sentence is grammatically inaccurate. So I responded ‘those feelings when’ as to fix the sentence I had used it in. I. Need. Help.

So, while I agree with you that the fandom often writes Bart a tad bit to extremely ooc, I don't think using his early days in the Impulse comics is a good indicator of this. He went through a lot of character growth just in those comics alone, not to mention in the 2003 Teen Titans.

Of course! I’ve been talking a lot more recently on his early days because I’ve been re-reading all the impulse comics. He goes through a lot and he comes out on top, that at least never changes.

I don’t mind most fandom written versions of him, actually. I think the people out there that focus on Bart, staying true to his character while also expanding who he is is a great thing! Heck, I have plenty of my own headcanons on him, as you could probably tell from my… everything on my page. Haha 😅

Impulse comics and everything throughout was definitely his peak nearing the end of his series, even the issues of him taking on the Flash mantle and learning what it is about the legacy. (He’s not impressed and I don’t blame him). I just wish they’d let him have good relations in his life more, friends and family, without making them leave his life abruptly and almost as soon as he gets that close to them. It’s happened. Every. Time.

As for the 2003 edition of Titans, he’s definitely different and adverse from his earlier years, that’s for sure. And perhaps the writers at DC went a bit OOC too with his change of costume, and the whole fiasco about “curing” his autism- totally WRONG and UGH. I guess I like a lot of his aspects in it but those ones feel like a different character. Yeah, everyone grows up at some point, but it’s one thing to develop and another thing to rewrite them.