Sometimes I Remember How On The Last Day Of My High School Latin Class Our Teacher Had Us Gather Around

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I tried to scroll past this. I really did

Bruce Wayne struggles to say “I love you” to his kids but is always doing things for them without being asked.

Steph: yeah, my check engine light is on and I have no idea why.

Bruce: *immediately grabs car jack and is outside with the hood open*

Tim: M&M’s are so good, man!

Bruce: *fills center console of Batmobile with M&M’s*

Duke: I love when birds sing so much. It’s always nice to wake up to

Bruce: *hangs birdhouses and bird feeders outside his window*

Babs: I just need one more book to complete my collection.

Bruce: *has a first edition on her desk at the library first thing in the morning*

Jason: I heard the new Mario Kart is fun.

Bruce: *buys it and a switch and puts it in his mailbox*

Dick: yeah, I really like their new album.

Bruce: *get him VIP tickets to the concert for him and five people*

Cass: I’ve been meaning to put this shelf up but I keep putting it off.

Bruce: *hammer and leveler teleport into this hands*

If anyone asks, he doesn’t acknowledge he did any of this or he shrugs it off with a “yep.” He’s a man of action, not words. He cares deeply and doesn’t know how to show it.

My most famous thing ig Bat inco quotes

Roy: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Jason: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the GCPD.

Dick: Ladies, gentlemen and Dami, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld! Damian: A cat? Dick: No. Damian: A kitten? Dick: No! Damian: A kitten with a little hat on? Dick: NO! Damian: Consider me uninterested

Barbara: I’m not like other girls. I’m way, way worse.

Jason: Come on, B! How any times do I have to apologize? Bruce: Once! Jason: ...No.

Jason: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Roy, trying to focus on a project: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Jason: I— Jason: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Kon: I'm sorry. Please talk to me. Tim: Kon: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure? Tim: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.

Tim: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

Duke: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk? Dick: It's Cass' turn. Cass: Don't die. Dick, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

Jon: Fight me! Damian, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Bruce: I will not let you down. Steph: Sounds fun. Cass: K. Jason: No, I'm fucking not. Tim: Do I have to be? Dick: Please God, I am so tired.

Steph: I dare you- Dick: Jason is not allowed to accept dares anymore. Steph: Why not? Jason: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Bruce: Tim, is that my mug you’re drinking out of? Tim: No, it’s mine. Bruce: It... looks just like the one I have... Tim: You don’t have one like this anymore.

Damian, eating a meal: I poisoned one of our glasses… but I forgot which one. Jason: The way this dinner is going, I pray to God that it’s mine.

Steph: I think we can be evil. As a treat. Cass: We? Steph: We. :)

Tim: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Jason: Okay? Tim: … Tim: … Tim: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

Dick: Litte Wing, it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! Robin!Jason: I wish for good grades. Dick: Nerd. Jason: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Dick. :) Dick: Jason…

Jason: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.

I lost track of that one post about the clones passive aggressively wearing the names of individuals they hate during the war and then proceeding to associate that name with a bunch of stupidity, but

The Bloody. *happy elizabeth noises*

Your are the monarch of a historical/fantasy kingdom, who perished many years ago and your name is only written down in recorded history, know only to future generations.

Out of the 130 options in the picker wheel here (all are gender neutral),

And yes: there is a 'no epithet' option in there.

I got The Oathtaker.

Roy: Damnit, I cut my finger

Jason: Want me to kiss it better?

Roy: That works?

Jason: Yeah, my mom used to do it when I was little

*later* Roy: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Artemis Fucking finally

Dick Grayson's unmatched success as a child vigilante makes a lot more sense when you remember the Court of Owls was a thing and that Dick was meant to be the next Grey Son.

There is no way that someone at Haly's Circus wasn't there keeping an eye on him while he grew up. A future weapon needs to be trained and monitored after all, and a circus, a place where weird skills are completely normal, is actually a great place to secretly train a child.

You know, just some knife tricks that translated really well into actual fighting. How to get out of restraints and pick locks while under a time limit. Death defying acrobatic stunts that coincidentally do wonders for parkouring. That sort of thing. Nothing that seems out of place for a boy growing up around circus performers to learn, but would literally any where else.

I mean, while I fully believe that most kids would want to kill the man responsible for their parents deaths, Dick was weirdly prepared to go through it. He tracked down Zucco with way more ease than any normal child should have too. He became the first child vigilante, for goodness sake. The first Robin! He only started getting formal training after he basically forced Bruce into it!

Bruce himself has no idea that this kind of competency in a child is unusual, considering he was much too blinded by the similarities between his and Dick's tragic orphanhoods.

Alfred is in a similar boat because he’s desensitized to weird children after he somehow managed to successfully raise Bruce 'The Batman' Wayne, so he doesn't clock the hyper-competency as abnormal either.

By the time the other batkids start popping up (Jason 'The Audacity' Todd, borderline-street rat with no fear) (Tim 'the greatest stalker in Gotham history' Drake, child genius, also bullied his way into becoming Robin) (Barbara 'raised by the only uncorrupt cop in gotham' Gordon) (Stephanie 'daddy issues and spite' Brown) (Duke 'Pretends he's the normal one and people believe him' Thomas) it's too late.

It would also explain how Dick got along so well with Damian out of all of them. Similar childhood with different approaches and all that. On some subconscious level, Dick recognises and resonates with the murderous ten year old assassin with strong familial ties to a secret elite assassin organization.

It isn't until after the whole Court of Owls and Grey Son reveal that suddenly Dick realises a whole lot of things about his childhood that suddenly make a lot more sense.

Just the random thought of Obi-Wan calling any new shiny “my dear” because he doesn’t know their names yet and the shiny just errors out.

The General. The Jedi General. The Very Attractive Honey Sweet Insanely Powerful Jedi General referred to me as “my dear”

Interaction always ends with one of the Ghosts gently guiding Obi-Wan away because Obi-Wan realizes what he did and is stumbling over himself to apologize for embarrassing the shiny and another Ghost stays behind with the shiny to make sure they’re still breathing.

Tell you what I need? I need some more public perspective and outsider POV of the clone wars.

I want fail compilations and highlight reels. Deep dive analysis of certain battles and videos on the Top Ten Things We Still Dont Know About The Jedi.

Give me the girls who hang pictures of Jedi on their wall and play kiss-marry-kill with the seperatists.

Give me the boys of the street swapping homemade trading cards and daring each other to try touch the troopers as they pass.

I want to hear from my Mrs. Anakin Skywalker’s on their religiously run fan page. Who organise weekend trips to coruscant with their online friends to see the Temple in person.

I want Jedi-sonas and unofficial Jedi merch. Different coloured wristbands to signify which is your favourite legion. Fanart and problematic ships.

People camping outside the temple gates waiting to try catch a glimpse of their favourite Jedi.

Zealous fans sneaking into the temple by stowing away on service craft and vlogging it for their ThySpace channel.

Why can’t I see the conspiracy theories with hour long rants shot on a portrait datapad camera, proving that the Jedi are all actors and the force just special effects.

Where are my stylised Jedi robes worn by high-end fashion events. The holonet trends and challenges.

Where are my doomsday protesters who the Jedi are devil worshipers, and then the cult that think they are gods.

Late night talk show hosts giving professional sounding and wildly misinformed opinions on a war they aren’t qualified to give opinions on.

The woman who swears she is secretly married to a Jedi appearing on space Dr. Phil.

Kids watching shaking camera footage of battles in the back of a class room and fighting each other with lightsaber sticks in the yard.

Where are my clone look-a-like contest and stolen armour used to try sneak onto ships.

I want long lost family members who gave up their kid to the Jedi suddenly appearing on talk shows for their five minutes of fame.

I want the public grieving when a favourite general dies, and the memorials in the streets. The worry when a Jedi hasn’t been spotted in a while.

Daredevils with broken arms from where they try to replicate famous moves pulled by Jedi. The press release from the temple when one dies in the process.

Hushed tales told by grizzled men in smokey bars, whiskey shots pushed into shakey hands as they recount the time they saw Skywalker in person, a supernova behind his eyes and blood staining his bared teeth.

I want the fear, the awe, the obsession and the outrage.

GIMME. PUBLIC. OUTSIDER. POV.