Batman Has A Secret Interrogation Method Specifically For Joker And Riddler And It’s Called “Bart”.

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Okay but look, I think Bart might have DID (Dissociative identity Disorder) and here’s why:

Bart obviously has a lot of trauma, a lot more than a normal teenager should, even for superheroes, and it isn’t a competition, but a lot more than all his teammates (Tim, Kon, Cassie, etc.). He hides everything about him being upset about his past and trauma behind his fun persona that he named “impulse”. He may not have made the hero name but he made its personality.

There are a lot of moments where it’s him being super positive about a really negative situation, and we know he knows it. He realises it’s a delicate situation but he still smiles. I think he has a personality that physically doesn’t let him think badly about a situation that was created by his PTSD. GuyS

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(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.

inaccurate Batfam quotes #5

Dick: What are cute names to call your other half?

Tim: Sugar.

Jason: Honey.

Tim: ...Eggs.

Dick: What?

Jason, smirking: 1/2 lb butter.

Dick: Guys...

Tim: Stir.

Dick: Tim, no.

Jason: Pour into pan.

Dick: Jason, stop.

Tim: Preheat to 350.

Dick, sighing heavily: I hate you.

Tim: Love you too, preheat to 350.

Jason: Hate you too, pour into pan.

Jason Todd 🤝 Bart Allen =

Risking it all for their best friends

[The first image is showcasing an exerpt from 'NEW52 RedHood and the Outlaws 1' where Jason (Right) is breaking Roy (left) out of a heavily guarded prison that could have ended in his capture or subsequent second death]

[In the second image is a scene from 'Impulse (1995) issue 6' Where Bart learns the his best friend Preston is being abused by his mother while in costume and is fully about to talk to the Vice Princible and Authorities about what he'd seen, giving away his secret identity in the process.]

inaccuate Bamfam quotes

Bruce: Who's going to help me take down Superman?

batchildren™: crickets

Bruce: Really? None of you? You're my kids!

Jason, from the back: We're adopted!

Bruce: Damian isn't.

Damian: I'm dating Superman's son, I can't kill Jon's dad.

Everyone else: ...

Bruce: Tim?

Tim: I'm actually dating Kon...

Bruce:... Jason?

Jason: Fuck you, old man. I just don't like you.

Bruce: Dick, tell me you aren't dating someone from the superfamily, too.

Dick: Nope.

Bruce: sigh of relief

Dick: Only Wally!

Bruce, realizing all of his kids are dating the pupils of the colleagues he dislikes most: I'm gonna go take a nap...

OKAY CRACKHEADS, I KNOW Y'ALL SAW MY POST THE OTHER DAY ABOUT THE BART FIC COMING UP THAT'S VITAL TO MY HAPPINESS, AND I'M HERE TO UPDATE YOU ON DETAILS AND FIRST CHAPTER SHOULD BE UP BY TONIGHT STAY TUNED.

Basically my idea in the 3 AM notes was a teenage Bart Allen being just an absolute havoc to Central City and being brought into the station after doin' teenage dilinquent (but not really) stuff. The steriotypical spray painting stuff, skateboarding places he shouldn't, breaking into government property out of sheer boredom. That kinda stuff. Barry being absolutely fed up with him (ANGST) but it's also like a wholesome Bart is in the Rogues family. (Hartley and David are texting back and fourth like "Bart's in the station again" and "omw kiss emoji", classics like that.)

So feral sarcastic Bart + the rogues, featuring Barry being absent in Bart's life like usual and Wally is still an asshole.

Hartley and Cold are together, and I'm working it out to where Hart is still in the rogues and he was on board all along, not just to backstab them. Bart having a relationship with his brothers, Thad and Owen, and him subtly shielding the rogues when needed so they aren't caught by Flash.

Wally and Linda are together, obvi, Barry and Iris, a given. Maybe work in some ships with the rogues. I Hope y'all enjoy this trope as much as I've loved writing a bunch of these scenes.

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.

Okay, so lemme point something out.

Bart Allen: Sassy, Sarcastic, smug little shit, will roll his eyes a lot. Neurodivergent, has a prosthetic, and a literal genius. Quiet and reserved while also being a social butterfly, hard headed and will fight for his beliefs.

Hartley Rathaway: Sassy, Sarcastic, smug little shit, scoffs at the idiocy. Him and his sister on the spectrum and he has his hearing aids. A certified genius and advocate for homeless, metas, and LGBT+. Quiet and reserved, a public figure, and strong willed.

And you’re telling me. These two. Have had ONE. INTERACTION. Where Bart DIES IN THE END. W H A T. DC YOU LITERALLY GAVE YOURSELF ONE OF THE BEST DUO’S ACCIDENTALLY AND YOU DONT EVEN— WHAT ARE YOU DOING? TELL ME HARTLEY WOULDN’T ADOPT BART IN A HEARTBEAT. DO IT, YOU CAN’T.

Somebody stop me