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OH, OHH SHRAP, AND THERES A WHOLE SUBCULTURE OF ONE OF THE BATBOYS BEING NEAL CAFFREY.

Y’all get ready, Jaybart is coming to the FBI. ;) I’m never letting this go now.

Dr Reid?? And the criminal informant in the white collar division?? Scandal!!!1!!11!

Just two undercover Justice League agents infiltrating the FBI who are also in love <3

Okay I cannot be the ONLY one to see the similarities of Bart and Spencer Reid. The Eidetic memory, walking fact book, socially awkward and avoidance of spotlight. A blindspot to romantic endeavours and their petty intellectual pranks. Acute sense of Justice but also a deep, burning anger. The hair, the baggy clothes. Fuck you, they’re the same person.

Okay I cannot be the ONLY one to see the similarities of Bart and Spencer Reid. The Eidetic memory, walking fact book, socially awkward and avoidance of spotlight. A blindspot to romantic endeavours and their petty intellectual pranks. Scientifically proven geniuses, masters of chess and the mind. Acute sense of Justice but also a deep, burning anger. The hair, the baggy clothes. Fuck you, they’re the same person.

New headcanon that Jason and Bart flirt with each other over coms like how Derek and Garcia from criminal minds talk over the phone.

Bart: You’ve reached the line of ‘saving your souls’. How can I help you today.

Jason: Hey, Angel, need you to track (random specific stuff) for me.

Bart: Do I get a reward if I do, hot stuff?

Better yet would be the absolute mortification of everyone else on the line and they would find it so funny.

Jason: You’re on speaker so behave.

Bart: or what? You’ll spank me?

Tim, bashing his forehead into the batdesk:

-

Jason, looking Bart up and down: ‘Afternoon, gorgeous.

Bart: I have pretty eyes or beautiful thighs, only pick one to stare at at a time.

Dick: … I- I’ll just leave you two be.

-

Jason: Imp, angel, tell me something I wanna hear.

Bart: you’re a statuesque God chiselled of beefy marble.

Jason: … something I don’t know.

Damian, slowly unsheathing his katana and plotting murder: Tell us about the case, you abomination.

I think it would be funny if the speedsters claimed Duke as their own. Barry hears "light manipulation powers" and is like "Oh! So he's one of mine then :) thanks for looking after him Bruce, but I've got it from here :)"

Bruce is like no, you don't have it actually, he's just a meta, not a speedster, hey, give him BACK-

Meanwhile Duke is having the time of his life because speedsters are so much less intense??? And actually talk to each other most of the time? And AREN'T nocturnal (thank God)??? Duke's still a Gotham vigilante, sure, but he can get used to living in a city that isn't cursed. And help with his photokinesis because, as it turns out, it's very similar to some speedster traits. He appreciates Bruce’s help with everything non-powered, but it just feels nice to have this part of him actively cultivated by people who get it.

Like, sure, sometimes Bart can't bear to wear anything that covers his neck and talks at superspeed about unimaginable horrors of the future he came from with tears streaming down his face and a pained smile. Sure, some days Wally doesn't stop moving, dipping in and out of the Speed Force, because he says feels like if he stops, he'll fade away. Sure, every now and then, Barry can't bring himself to run because he fears that his speed will overwhelm him if he does.

Duke isn't perturbed. Just because it's a different flavor of trauma than the one he's used to doesn't mean he'll forget the basics. Speedsters talk a lot, eat a lot, and smile even more, but he can deal. Iris is amazing and kind and brave and warm and yeah, he cries a bit when she asks him what he's wearing for the family photo.

Duke shuffles nervously, "You know, you don't need to be so...nice to me. I get it if you don't want the kid your husband, nephew, and grandson took on as a joke."

Iris looks at him, smile utterly fond and tinged with mild confusion, "Duke, I'm not doing this because they like you- or, rather, it does play a part in it. But you're an amazing, kind, brave young man, and we're honored that you chose to stay."

"...oh," Duke's eyes are watering a bit. It's probably allergies—he didn't have any in Gotham, but he isn't used to fresh air yet. Not emotions. Nope. Not him.

"Yeah, oh," Iris says, giving him an amused glance, "now, the picture isn't going on the Christmas card because we aren't that white, but it'll be up on the mantle, if you don't mind."

Gotham's underworld whispers, it asks, "what did the Bat do to turn away his newest Bird?"

Gotham's upper class mutter with false sympathy, "did Brucie manage to turn away another one of his children? It really is a pattern with him, poor boy."

Dick's happy Duke is finally branching out to other heroes and not staying in the little Gotham-bubble. Tim reassures Bruce that it's just Duke growing up, and that he'll come home eventually like they all did.

Maybe it's because Tim and Dick both trust their speedsters with not only their lives, but their family's own as well, but they're unbothered by Duke choosing the Flash as his favorite hero.

Damian hates being the only kid constantly in the house again, so he overcompensates by loudly going to the Kents whenever he can.

Duke didn't even abandon them; he still lives in the Manor and goes to school in Gotham. He just spends most weekends and a night or two during the week in Central. He assumes nobody cares because nobody complains to him until one night at dinner when he mentions that Wally wants to take him for a week-long trip at the start of summer break, and Damian slams down his fork.

"You aren't going," Damian seethes.

Duke raises an eyebrow, looking to Bruce. Bruce looks pained. "You've been spending a lot of time with the Allens lately, Duke."

"Yeah, 'cause they're cool."

"Oh, so we're too incompetent for you, Thomas?" Damian snaps accusingly.

"Woah, woah, woah, I never said-"

Tim groans, having being bribed to attend Sunday dinner, "can we not do this now? I promised I'd help Kon with something before patrol."

"I agree," Dick cuts in, "just let Duke go-"

"HE'S NOT GOING!"

"Old man, just let the kid go," Jason sighs wearily, eyeing Damian, "it's just a week. I'm sure you'd enjoy the peace and quiet 'round here."

Duke throws his hands up in the air, "thank you!"

"Been a lot of that lately," Cass mutters, poking at her food. So she's not all that excited another one of her little brothers is growing up. Can you blame her?

"Oh my God," Steph says, realization dawning with a near-wicked grin, "are you guys jealous?"

"I am not so juvenile as to-"

"Jealousy is a strong word-"

"Yes," Cass says.

Duke finds it absolutely hilarious that they're jealous of what is essentially just hanging out at a friend's place and with his family.

"They could've just told me," Duke rants, incredulous.

"They're Bats," Wally wiggles his fingers in a vague motion, "not communicating is their thing."

"Not me this time," Dick says cheerily, "take care of my little brother, West."

"Or we'll break both your legs," Tim adds.

Barry mock-salutes, "yessir."

I think of Bernard dealing with his boyfriend revealing being RED ROBIN and what the interaction with superboy and impulse would be like.

Bernard: I can't believe my boyfriend date SUPERBOY like in "THE SUPERBOY"

Kon: Oh no, we didnt date or something like that, we are just friends. *Insert shy smile of Adonis in leather jacket and sunglasses*

Bernard:Ouh... WHA... HE DIDN'T DATE YOU?! WHY?! HOW YOU MISSED THE OPPORTUNITY TO DATE THE BOY OF STEEL TIMOTHY!?!?!?

Tim: We were friends and are in the same team, it would have been weird. I wasn't out and I didn't have much interest in dating someone. And I'm with you now so it doesn't ma-

Bernard: If we break up, will you date him?

Tim:...?

Kon who doesn't get Tim's boyfriend's thoughts: You don't have to worry about me I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend , I would not date my friends, much less our leader.

Bernard: Would you date us?

Tim:!!!

Kon:What-

Bart that he was there the whole time but was entertaining with the show: Can i get into the equation?

Bernad: SURE THI-

Tim and Kon thinking of the things that could happen if these two get together:NO!!! PLEASE NO!

I have been plunged into a bug world. I love bug but spider bug eat stick bug, how do I stop this.

ooh check out my very spooky scary uquiz: welcome to my jigsaw saw trap (except I’m not very good at being jigsaw :/ )

I felt that I made too many people cry on my JayBart oneshot 'Warm Bodies', so I thought I'd rectify that with more tears. So, here's Part Two!

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Jason was angrier these days. Love and loss do that to a person. He walked around Gotham with tension in his posture, menacing intent with his every step. His gaze was hard and distant, scaring anyone to be the subject of their attention.

Even those that didn’t know him personally could tell he was very troubled. Tortured by things he’s been through, or rather went through. Haunted by a ghost of his past.

You look so grumpy today, did you accidentally drink orange juice after you brushed your teeth again? A voice whispered from the empty space beside him that used to be filled with sunshine. He didn’t answer.

Whispers went around Gotham about his drastic change. Jason was never a delicate flower, but he was so much more violent. Fights went on longer, drawn out for the satisfaction of release. Punches less pulled. Bullets wasted where they were saved and strategically shot before. More blood on his hands than ever.

His brothers tried to reach out and comfort him in one way or another, but he’d shoot down their every attempt with vehemence. They didn’t understand, they wouldn’t. How could they? How can you look at someone and tell them your entire world was ripped from you? How do you explain how vital it was to have someone at your side, and how suffocating it was when they were gone? How does he tell them he loved so deeply— mind, body, and soul— and that all those things died alongside his person?

I know what’ll cheer you up, let’s go to the library. I’ll help you find a new book to distract you. The black hole where his universe used to be speaks again, filling the space before vacuuming it away again. Jason doesn’t listen.

He doesn’t know why he can still hear his voice. Still feel his phantom touches, or see a flash of golden eyes. He didn’t care. He wanted them to stop, stop trying to replace what he lost, but he also wanted to gather everything he had left of him and never let him go again.

It didn’t matter where he went, the void would follow. It was like he could feel him walking at his side, but where he was all warmth and light, the space he left was cold and desolate. It played the imitation game well, but nothing could replace Bart.

You shouldn’t glare so much, it’ll permanently stick to your face. I think I already see frown lines. It says again, this time accompanied by a gentle breeze ghosting over his temple. A finger poking him attached to nothing.

Jason flinches back and blinks rapidly to clear the image of a teasing smile from his vision. “Stop that.” He grumbles, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, brute-forcing his way forewards like he needed the extra push to carry on.

So he does speak. What’s got you so grumpy today? Bart’s echo falls back into step with him as if nothing changed. For a moment, Jason blanks and wishes nothing ever had. He only allows himself a moment at a time to break and rebuild in the next second. A crash of tides before the Ocean calms once more.

He doesn’t answer, but that doesn’t stop the torture.

Did Bruce do something? Bart pesters, unfazed by the lack of response. No, let me guess. Dick was a dick? The soft sound of a chuckle carries on the wind and vanishes in its current. Jason ignores the stabbing pain when it almost makes him smile.

You can talk to me, you know. About anything. I’m always right here for you. But that was his problem, wasn’t it? Jason wasn’t upset at Bruce, or Dick. He was angry at the world for taking his.

He stops walking, not bothering to turn and talk to the space he knew would be empty. “But you aren’t here.” He speaks to the sky, fighting the rush of emotion that well up. “I can’t talk to you. I won’t get to ever again.” his control relinquishes and he’s left staring at the clouds, vision blurry with tears. His palms sweat, as does his forehead. His throat closes tightly, chest crushing with the weight of heartbreak.

He can’t look, not when he knows he won't see anything there.

Don’t be silly, Jay. I’m always right here. The void answers, whispering sweet nothings. Soft assurances to get him to give in to the darkness, be consumed by its nothingness. Maybe if he lets it swallow him whole, he could be with the real Bart again.

“I need you to come back to me,” Jason croaks around the lump in his throat, swaying in place as the energy is sucked out of him, leaving a hollow shell of a man that can barely stand on his own two feet.

It’s quiet for a bit, nothing but the sound of Jason’s sobs and sniffles until the darkness edges closer. Call out for me, Jay. It beckons. Come on, let it out. Yell so loud the Gods can hear you.

And he does. The very force of his anguished shout brings him to his knees. He screams until his throat is hoarse and even when it hurt, he continues. Even when he didn’t have breath in him, he pushes more and falls forwards, face pressed to the dirt. He didn’t stop until he was sure every deity out there could feel his pain and felt the guilt for taking the most precious thing the Earth had to offer him.

A crackle of thunder and flash of lightning broke through his clenched eyelids for a split second, as if Zeus himself responded to his screams. The noise was nothing compared to the rush of blood in his ears. He couldn’t feel anything except cold and alone.

This time when the void came back to comfort him, he struggled to get away. He didn’t want the chilled touch to replace the memory of Bart’s warm one. That was too far for him. He wouldn’t let that happen.

A hand reached out from the void and wiped his tears away, his eyes snapping open at the unexpected touch. It wasn’t empty. It wasn’t the breeze. It wasn’t cold.

“I’m right here.” Bart smiles through tears, stumbling into Jason’s arms and holding him so tightly they molded together. Not even air dared to get between them.

“How?” Jason struggles to find the words, but he didn’t need them to return the tight embrace with an even stronger squeeze. He didn’t need an answer, he had his world in his arms again and nothing has ever felt so right.

“You brought me back.” Bart strokes the back of his head like he used to, gently applying pressure on the back of his neck just like he’d done so many times on nights the guilt and hurt became too much. “But I never went far. You never spoke back to me.”

Jason choked on a sudden sob, tightening his arms around Bart and rocking their bodies in tandem. His speedster never left him. It was always him. It wasn’t his mind playing tricks, it was him.

“I’m sorry,” Jason begs for forgiveness, burying his face into Bart’s neck. He felt like he was on his knees in a Chapple, asking a God to forgive his digressions. The sin of love over life.

“Don’t get sappy on me now, slick. At least take me home first.” Bart jokes, and it was perfect. Jason didn’t think he’d ever hear that quick wit again. But now he has eternity to appreciate all of it all over again.

His speedster was home right here in his arms.

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.

So, you converted me into Jaybart... And I was thinking about ship name. Like.. Idk, RedPulse?

Ah, welcome to the Jaybart cult, new fledgling. Glad to have you with us 😌

Now, as it is, ship names are such an intricate thing. Sometimes it’s just two names sloshed together- like Jaybart is in it’s current state- And sometimes it’s more metaphorical and whimsical.

I will say, I’ve given a little bit of thought into this topic, but I’ve yet to find a suitable conclusion. I’ve thought of funny one’s to match their personalities, and I’ve thought of cute one’s to fuel the shippers plight.

So far, I’ve got: Guns n’ roses, Nightbright, Wingpulse, Fleethood, Fast and furious, jackrabbit, and Jaypulse.

I’m extremely open to suggestions and invite comments and thoughts. I’m entirely too indecisive but I think it should be a collective ideal.

Bitch, he Flightwing

The Flying Grayson

-Superman: Son of Kal-El [2021] #9

Well- yes, but also— yes.

i procrastinated on writing by making this quiz, pls take this to find out which phanon are you ✌️

Bart, pacing around the petstore: The thing is, I have something big to tell you.

Kon, holding a bunny: You know you can say anything to me, dude. We’ve known each other since forever and there’s absolutely nothing that can dent our impenetrable bond.

Bart: I have a secret boyfriend.

Kon: You’re dead to me.

Bart: Kon—

Kon, petting the bunny for comfort: I can’t believe you. You brought me all the way down here to get hopped up on Bunny love so you could spring this on me and I wouldn’t make a scene.

Bart, nodding: yeah, pretty much.

Kon, still petting the bunny: Well, it’s working. I don’t even remember what this whole thing was about.

CASE AND POINT

HE WAS GUNNA SAY MOTHER FUCKER. JUST LET HIM BE.

I love how all the Impulse fans that originated from the Young Justice tv series are crying “Bart, please. Just say fuck.” While the comic fans are crying “DC, let him say fuck!”

It’s a never ending cycle. We know how feral he is.

I love how all the Impulse fans that originated from the Young Justice tv series are crying “Bart, please. Just say fuck.” While the comic fans are crying “DC, let him say fuck!”

It’s a never ending cycle. We know how feral he is.

Bart Allen, seeking approval from a super villain, part: this happens so often

It’s funny, the way I imagine JayBart working. They aren’t one of those cute couples/friendships who get each other gifts and shower with affection. No, they call each other assholes and get into arguments about seemingly nothing, they find pleasure in each others discomfort and even more so if they are the ones to cause it. They fight over the remote and kick each other off the couch, chase each other around when the other goes to far with the playful taunts. Point out each others weaknesses but know when to call it quits. They aren’t cute or fluffy or something to coo at, they’re so much better than that. They’re just two people with asshole/sarcastic personalities that trust each other and will most likely wrestle on the living room floor in their form or affection.

Also this? This called me out cause you can guess who’s who in this scenario.

Kon: Wow, your legs look great in jeans that aren’t a size too large.

Bart: you should see me without em.

Kon:

Bart:

Kon:

Bart, taking off his prosthetic leg:

Kon, softly: Bart, no.

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 💞

THEM 💞⚡🦆

JUST POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE FIC IVE BEEN HYPING SINCE YESTERDAY, WELCOME TO BART ALLEN APPRECIATION, BABY, HES FINALLY GETTING A HUG

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.

GUYS I JUST FOUND AN AMAZING BART TROPE HIDDEN IN MY 3AM NOTES THAT IS VITAL TO MY HAPPINESS AND IM STARTING A SERIES FOR A03 RIGHT AWAY STAY TUNED

hey sorry!! i just noticed- i read somewhere that bart died five times, but in the main timeline i can only recall two (actually one and a half since he didn't die-die, the time with the scouts)????? when are the other three??

Hi! It’s no problemo, my friend! I actually already posted a list and explanation of each time that I will add here! Hope this helps! He did actually die with the scouts. Tragic thing. He went into shock and everything.

Bart Allen

You remember how Bart was like,, super famous in High School? He was the most popular guy around without even trying and not wanting anyone's attention, but Impulse was the least popular hero? Well when he died by the hands of Inertia, his name became public record. I would pay top dollar to see the reactions of everyone that went to High School with him. there was a line in the comics like "Oh, It's just Impulse. Thought it was Allen for a second. Now that would've been cool." People thought Imp was so lame, there was no possible way he could be "Daredevil Allen". Real nickname. I just, wanna see, what they say,,

Flash fam Halloween photo but Bart and Thad are beating each other up in the background compared to Wally and Barry smiling in the front

And of course Tom Taylor is blocking every gay person on Twitter and crying about how he’s receiving “death threats” by them, just like he blocked every disabled person on Twitter who talked about the ableism in his writing while crying about how he’s receiving “death threats” by them and just like how he blocked every Palestinian/Arab on Twitter who pointed out the Zionism in his writing while crying about how he’s receiving “death threats” by them.

If this keeps up he will only have his mother and 4 crazy stans on his timeline.

@tardigradetheking I got you 😌

In Impulse, Issue #50 “First Fools”, Bart helps Batman on a Joker hostage case while trying to prank Robin on his first ever April Fools day.

Impulse, Issue #48 “when is a Riddle not a riddle”, Bart Allen has to save his mentor Max after being kidnapped by the riddler, who hid bombs around the city revealed only with riddles— too bad Riddler didn’t know Bart doesn’t follow the rules.

Teen Titans, #2 (2003), Bart got shot by A Jericho possessed Deathstroke, facing him off after multiple random attacks and when he first dawns the title “kid Flash”

Deathstroke #40, Impulse works with Deathstroke and multiple other heroes and anti heroes to defeat a common enemy.

In the Series Titans of Tomorrow, Bart Allen and Rose Wilson are in a steady relationship, that I still love to this day.

In Red Robin #12, Tim teams up with Bart and asks him to save Selina Kyle, The Catwoman, from League of Assassin soldiers that snuck into her house while she was asleep.

And this one isn’t with a Gotham Rogue, but it’s funny and relevant. In Young Justice #10 (1998), Bart hits his head so hard that for almost the entire comic, he believes he’s Batman!

Batman has a secret interrogation method specifically for Joker and Riddler and it’s called “Bart”. It’s super effective.

New Bart Allen headcanon because I'm so so weak and my brain don't stop buzzing.

In Smallville, Bart Allen is being hunted down by the Black Flash (Basically the grim reaper of the Speedforce), because he's the only speedster who was born with the speedforce by two speedster family's, thus making his powers "Pure" untapped potential.

Superman is in the comic, he tries saving Bart, he's irrelevant. Jay Garrick was also there at some point but mans didn't do shit. Anyways. Eventually, Black Flash does catch up to Bart in Smallville, making all sorts of wild threats if Imp didn't give up his powers.

Bart, being the selfless sacrifice he is, agreed to the terms and Black Flash essentially killed him. A lotta lightning came down from nowhere and struck Bart. After the storm cleared, Bart and Black Flash were no where to be seen, and all that was left was a Flash insignia on the ground to remember him.

Obviously, Bart came back, but my headcanon is that he comes back with lightning scars traveling all down his body, from his hair to his feet. He's impulse again, but with these otherworldly tree branches of scars covering his face, arms, legs, everywhere. And no one really knows how to address it, they're just all relieved to have him back, and he doesn't seem bothered by them. He sometimes makes Harry Potter jokes, and it either gets a laugh or makes people uncomfortable, there's no in between.

He doesn't really have a social life anymore, since he's been legally dead a lot and Batman had to make yet another fake birth certificate and records for him, but even he's happy to do so to see the speedster around again.

Bart never really got along with Barry and Wally completely. They were his heroes before he even met them, but they weren't what he was hoping for and that always put a strain on their relationship. That and Wally just generally treated Bart like shit, and Barry acted like he didn't even want him sometimes. But then Bart's alive again, showing up on their doorstep like "SINCE WHEN IS IT 2019", and they're just staring at him like he's the ghost of Impulse, tattered and scarred just like the accident left them, and thing's are better now because Bart's filling up the silence that filled their voids again.

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AW THATS SO SWEET! Thank you so much, and I’m glad you enjoy my nonsensical ramblings! 💞✨🥺

Okay then, when do you think that Bart would have his large growth spurt in his teens?

Bart Allen already had a few growth spurts, he just died whenever he was taller/older and then we were back at stage one with Impulse.

In smallville, Bart adapts a new look. He shaved his hair off and dyed it blonde, even changed his Impulse suit. A notable difference too is that he’s definitely taller. I’ll put some photos down below for reference, but he’s now as tall, if not taller, than Jay Garrick, and almost as tall as superman. It was never specified his age at this time but following the chronological path, I’d say he was 17 by that time. So we can assume in two years of being Impulse his age will catch up to him and he’ll shoot up like a tree.

Again in Flash comics, when Bart took over the mantle (even though he didn’t want to), he was a tall and built, muscular guy. He aged up by four years and thus his body with it, so he was 18 or 19 when he became Flash. So again, another growth spurt after Smallville. In the side notes for the comics, it was said that Bart actually grew taller than Wally, as reference. (Since Wally wasn’t actually around for comparison). Beside him in the photos is Valerie; he’s taller than her and she’s wearing heels!

Hope this helps!