Dick: I Just Think, Maybe, You're Wrong.

I love the hc that Dick, when he was like 12, thought Bruce and Clark were together but kept it low-key. So he got really close to him compared to other jla members. Because he thought that was his step-dad. One day, he sees Bruce with a woman and gets so mad. He goes to metropolis and tells Clark what Bruce did because it was wrong. And Clark is so confused. So he just says "I'll talk to him, let me take you home"

And then he talks to Bruce, and they actually end up kissing. And Dick is angry and yells at both of them, saying cheating is wrong and Clark can't just forgive Bruce like that. And then they talk about why he thought they were dating. And he explains. He saw them look at each other like his parents looked at each other. And, of course, that meant they were in love. Bruce and Clark have their jaws on the floor.

Kay well I started it impulsively and I need feedback

Unnamed WIP

The league sat at the round table, the current active members watching as Batman went through what seemed like yet another presentation. One had to wonder where the hell he was getting them from, they were awfully detailed and usually meant to aid in his lecturing. Hal, having checked himself out of the meeting twenty minutes ago, constructed a small yo-yo that he rolled about in the air next to him. Barry and Clark both found themselves watching the yo-yo. Although Clark at the very least, pretended to pay attention to the man at the head of the table.

Batman, watching the three as they did just about everything but paying attention to him, rolled his eyes. Only to remember that they couldn’t see him do as such under the cowl. Fighting the urge to run a hand through his undoubtedly greasy hair he cleared his throat. Opting to capture their attention instead. Folding his arms and shifting his stars he narrowed his eyes at the three men. They could play with Hal’s damn ring after the meeting. It wasn’t like it’s go anywhere. Unlike Bruce who was ready to book it to the zeta tubes as soon as this meeting was to end.

“I didn’t realize that mission debriefs were that unimportant gentleman.”

Barry was the first to react, stiffening as he snapped his neck over in Bruce’s direction. Leaving the bat to wonder briefly if it pained the speedster to move that quickly unprovoked. Clark was second, he couldn’t help the sheepish grin he gave the bat when he got caught. He knew the importance of their mission debriefings, but that didn’t make Bruce’s portions any less mind numbing. Hal, being the usual nuisance that he was, found that messing with Bruce was just a little more fun than actually listening.

“Sorry spooky. It’s just that you're not very good at keeping it short and sweet.”

Bruce fights the desire to roll his eyes, he could keep things short and sweet. But he chose not to, he preferred to make sure all the important details were in place as they should be. God forbid he left something out and one of these idiots decided that specific part was the most important thing ever to the current debrief case file.

So what’re we thinking so far? Ass or nah

I am still waiting, Hishe…

Kal: Bruce, there you are — what in the world?

Bruce: Hey Kal.

Kal: Who are all these kids?!

Bruce: My Bat Family. I’m a dad now.

Kal: Since when?!

Bruce: Since 1940. Try to keep up.

Kal: I thought it was just the one! Hi, Nightwing.

Dick: Hi Superman! Yeah, I have siblings now.

Kal: And how’s that working out?

Dick: Most of us have died at least once.

Kal: …What?

Bruce: Hey Kal, check it out. This one’s super smart, and we have matching coffee mugs.

Tim: :)

Bruce: This one…

Cass: …

Bruce: Actually, this one scares me. And this one glows in the dark! Heheh!

Duke: :D

Kal: I can see that…

Damian: Father, I’m hungry. When are we having dinner?

Bruce: How many criminals have you caught today?

Damian: *holds up three villains* Is this sufficient?

Bruce: Eh, it’s good enough. Here. *tosses him a tofu hotdog, like just the dog part* Keep working on it. Three more and you get the bun.

Kal: *horrified silence*

Dick: Hmph! When I was Robin, I could catch at least five criminals before dinner.

Tim: Oh my gosh, Dick, no one cares!

Jason: No one cares about anything in this stinkin’ family. Where were you all when I died, huh?!

Everyone: *groan*

Damian: Quit being such a drama queen, Todd! It’s not like losing your life is the end of the world!

Tim: Yeah!

Damian: You shut up. The only thing you’ve ever lost is your spleen.

Duke: And his parents.

Everyone except Damian: *parental trauma* AH!

Bruce: I told you never to mention that!

Kal: I can’t believe what I’m watching… Does Alfred know about this?!

Bruce: Yeah, totally, he’s cool with it.

Kal: *narrowing his eyes* I have a very hard time believing that.

Bruce: Well, he works for me, so shut up.

Kal: What about Catwoman?! Does Catwoman know about this?!

Bruce: *nervous* Um… well…

Damian: *suspicious* Who’s Catwoman?

Bruce: *very nervous* No one.

Dick: Oh, he is so dating Catwoman!

Tim: Why didn’t you tell us?!

Jason: What if we don’t want a step-mom, huh?!

Bruce: Woah, hold on now —

Duke: Look, you’re upsetting Batgirl!

Cass: …

Bruce: Alright, that’s enough! We’re not gonna talk about this anymore! Because —

Everyone: *annoyed* — you’re Batman!

Bruce: No! Because I said so! …And also, yes, because I’m Batman! Cause Batman says so!

Kal: *smirking* More like because you’re Bat-Dad.

Bruce: >:(

Kal: And hey, where’s Barbara? I thought she was Batgirl?

Bruce: *nervous* She was…

Kal: …Bruce, what did you do?

Dick: Oh, don’t worry, Superman, Barbara’s fine.

Kal: Oh, thank goodness.

Jason: She’s just paralysed from the waste down.

Kal: Bruce!

Bruce: It wasn’t my fault! She’s not even technicially my kid!

Kal: Bruce…

Bruce: Oh, don’t you “Bruce” me. I’ll “Bruce” you… “Bruce” you in the face.

Kal: Okay, that’s it, you are not allowed to find any more sidekicks starting right now!

Bruce: *holding up Harper* What about this one?

Kal: No!

Bruce: *holding up Spoiler* This one still has a parent — I can just be a mentor.

Kal: No!

Bruce: Well, gee, Kal, what am I supposed to do with all the orphans in Gotham, then, huh?!

Kal: Do you hear yourself right now?

Bruce: I have a system, Kal!

Kal: That’s it! There’s only way to solve this!

*Superman grabs Batman, and they fly off*

*Batman then appears on the couch in Therapist Spider-Man’s office from Across the Spider-Verse*

Therapist Spider-Man: Would you say you carry any trauma from your childhood?

Batman: *leans over* Do I have a story for you.

More than enough people encouraged my rambling so I’m excited to present to you my time traveling concept/OU (original universe)!! Honestly I have no idea how to format this so I’m just gonna word vomit lol. Hopefully I’ll be better at putting my thoughts together coherently when/if I get asks about everyone!

Okay so super basically a bunch of college kids end up stumbling into an old lab on a closed off side of their campus (it’s very old so certain areas were closed off) being bored, tipsy and nosy they decide to snoop around and find a weird machine. Despite being warned by the smartest of the bunch (Nicole) to leave it tf alone. They don’t and it ends up shrouding the room in a bright light. One thing leads to another and they’re met with 4 people that definitely weren’t there before!

Please ask me more about them!! I’d love to tell everyone about them!

a nosy socialite at an event, leaning down: “Oh Richard, it must be so hard for you in that house, what with Bruce’s…proclivities for nighttime guests.”

Dick Grayson, fully aware at age 13 that Bruce Wayne is a Loser™ whose only “nighttime guest” is Clark Kent, who comes over to “review cases” with Bruce before/after patrol while both of them awkwardly ignore any and all tension between them: “Something like that.”

Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.

I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is

I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.

Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.

Here’s proof of what I mean:

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Yes. To all of this. Just yes.

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

Yeouch!! Babs you wound me 😔

Made a quiz, have fun:)

I hate having to make posts like this, but I also hate starving to death

My significant other and I have been trapped into another shitty household (cyclical abuse, yay!), and we have nowhere else we can go

(For context: this house is owned by my significant other’s mom(who we pay rent to), and we live with my s/o’s brother(who makes the house a huge mess that we are forced to clean up). Both are manipulative and abusive)

Neither of us can drive (yet, we’re working on getting some money together for a permit)

Neither of us have jobs yet (difficult to get hired when you’re disabled/have unreliable transportation)

We’ve run out of money paying bills, paying rent, and buying groceries for the house (which our roommate has helped himself to, so-)

We’re out of food (our roommate only buys groceries for himself, and helps himself to ours since WE don’t let people go hungry)

We’ve been rationing our food to try and make it last until one of us gets a job, but since only one of us has experience/isn’t disabled we can’t hold our breath.

This isn’t even including the emotional exhaustion of having to constantly be on guard since our roommate is a known liar and theif, and has taken things from our room. We asked permission to install a lock on our door, got the OK, and installed it.

But Now

My s/o’s mom has kicked up a huge fuss and demanded we give our housemate a key (in case the water heater stops working/a fuse is blown, etc.), completely defeating the purpose of the lock.

There was an agreement made before all this that our housemate has to prove he’s responsible enough to live here, and he was given three whole months to do so(he has until the end of June). He has so far trashed the house 4 times, and we have been forced to clean it up.

Bottom line

We need to be able to eat, afford a driver’s permit (& subsequently a driver’s license), and be able to get the hell out of here when the hammer finally drops

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OLAY so “idiots in love identity porn” won 🥳 which means I get to explain the ideas I’m having for this

1) Clark Kent is in love with Batman but he doesn’t care much for Bruce Wayne (ik most of them start out this way but hear me out) He finds the man to be exemplary while Bruce is kinda just “meh” yk? Not his type, like he’s conventionally attractive and his face is like everywhere cause he’s Bruce fucking Wayne but he’s only eh to Clark

And Bruce? Bruce thinks Clark Kent is adorable, and being well- the fucking Batman he’s already figured out that Superman’s civilian identity was Clark Kent, so now he’s stuck trying to decide wether or not he wants to pursue Superman because he’s into Clark, hopelessly so but he knows that Clark can’t stand Brucie and he doesn’t know what else to do without straight up revealing himself to the man cause the first rule of being a mask wearing vigilante is to not reveal ur identity (he probably made up the rule himself)

The only question now is what the catalyst would be, what makes Bruce decide to reveal himself (or does supes find out on his own?) How would I go about that—maybe something happened like an alien attack? Ooh that could be fun, an alien race comes to one of the Wayne galas with the intention of leaving with Bruce (they’ve been keeping tabs on him for one reason or another (I don’t have a reason yet…)) one that Clark’s covering and he gets to watch Bruce break character for a moment to defend himself, to which he then jumps in as Superman (it’s easy to sneak away when no one’s watching you) he comes defeats the alien leader alongside Bruce then they sneak off to the roof top for a sweet

“So you were Bruce the whole time?”

“Who else would I be?”

“And you knew that I was—“

“Clark Kent? Yes.”

“..huh.”

Kiss kiss the end

(It’ll be written better I swear I just need to pad out my thoughts yk)

OKAY I RHINK I GOT IT (im too indecisive i have not got it, however I have options)