Bruce: *passing By With Dick Hugging Him Koala Style*

touch starved prompts

dialogue

➼ “Please don’t ever stop touching me.”

➼ “I may have found a new addiction.”

➼ “Your hands are so soft.”

➼ “Do that again. It feels nice.”

➼ “Are you okay? Your face seems a little red.”

➼ “Stop smothering me, you dumbass.” “It’s to make up for the lack of hugs in all these years in your life when I wasn’t there!”

actions

• tensing up under their touch because they’re scared they’ll become too attached to it

• insisting they don’t want B to touch them but B notices the soft curl of A’s lips whenever they do touch them

• intertwining their pinkies as a start to physical contact

• placing a comforting hand on their back whenever they feel nervous or upset

• memorising the little scars on each other’s bodies

• getting used to falling asleep and waking up in each other arms

• the other hugging them suddenly and them freezing, not knowing what to do

Just in case

You cannot tell me that Bruce Wayne having a “Brucie Wayne” persona would not cause some Accidents to occur.

One example I thought of was the Justice League having a group chat. Now, see, Brucie Wayne uses social media like all the younger generations do. (Plus, he’s bi, so of COURSE he has caps lock off to fit the Aesthetic™.)

Now, imagine Bruce having to physically HOLD HIMSELF BACK from using slang or typing in lowercase in the official JL chat, because he’s Batman, he can’t be casual, goddamnit!

He has to physically restrain himself from using abbreviations, responding to funny messages with “lmao” or something of the like, and he hates it.

One day, after a particularly hard week in Gotham, he forgets that he’s Batman using an official chat. But who cares, because it’s 5am and his phone is blowing up, and he just wants to sleep, damnit!

So he takes out his phone, pulls up the chat, and texts, “y’all, stfu”.

His phone is blissfully silent for five minutes. He manages to drift off to sleep. He wakes up in the morning to 100+ group chat notifications, 17 missed calls, and a whole lotta explaining to do.

Scar has also posted a photo of the hermit bus

(ik not everyone has Twitter cuz it's a trainwreck over there, so you're welcome)

Clown gets really confused whenever someone shows him basic kindness, you can see the gears turning as he tries to figure out what this means and takes a while to just process what's happening

(I'm projecting but that's okay)

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I'm being painfully gay irl and no one knows what I mean

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Talking with writers online

Their stories: Amazing grammar, soaring vocabulary, beautiful imagery and prose which flows like a river.

In chats: no capitalisation or punctuation, swears like a sailor, misspellings everywhere, acronyms and abbreviations every five words, idek

Just ordered my first binder. This is terrifying

I'm gonna need to find somewhere to hide it once it gets here.

But I'm sooooo excited :D

Wish me luck

Aaron having to bring his daughter with him to work for whatever reason? She’s tiny enough to not be running around and mainly just sleep on his chest all day. It’s fall outside and she’s in a warm teddy bear outfit so it’s literally like a stuffed animal on his chest as he works. She wouldn’t remember anything she saw in files but he makes sure her head is never near anything bad. Makes his heart warm and happy when the others realize that she’s there and coo over her and the outfit. Penelope takes pictures of them to send to you too 😭🖤

soak it in

i'm going to CRY cw; fem!reader, girl dad!aaron, small foyet reference

aaron's entrance into the bullpen piqued the interest of several, as it was different from any other, usual morning. not only was his briefcase in hand, but also a carseat, and a diaper bag was slung proudly over his shoulder. there were smiles from the team, some small nudges to look amongst the other units, as today's visitor was easily welcomed.

during breakfast, you had been notified your dentist appointment had been moved up, due to the office closing earlier within the day for whatever reason. with such short notice and jessica being unavailable, aaron was the obvious solution, and your daughter came to work with him - until you were done running a few errands and could drop by to retrieve her.

for the meantime - as she was there - aaron opted to work strictly on the no-pictures-included files. while she was never in close proximity to a file regardless, and today's onesie's hood happened to shield her eyes, and her little mind wouldn't process or remember anything - aaron didn't want to take any chances. he yearned to keep his daughter as far away from that, all the horrors the world possessed, for as long as he possibly could. jack had gained the knowledge - that monsters were real, just in human form - sooner than he would have liked. sadly.

currently baby girl was tucked into his chest, her right cheek smushed against him. she dozed off not too long ago; she had gotten a bit antsy and luckily his swivel desk chair allowed him to slowly rock her as he worked, in addition to soothingly shushing her, whispering that it's okay; ultimately calming her down. her little fingers found a near death grip on his shirt, clinging onto him as she slept.

when he had felt the pull of fabric, he gazed down and couldn't help but smile. aaron also took a moment, to soak it all in. the window of time where this was possible, was limited; her against his chest, small enough to be cradled in one arm, quiet and secure in the comfort of his office. all in too fast progression would aaron blink, and she would be way more interested in exploring and bouncing off the walls.

the thought immediately snapped his heart into two. if only she could stay that tiny, forever.

as he wrote, flipped a page, switched files, aaron was extremely careful to his movements. he tried not to rustle her, despite her being comfortably laid in his not-preoccupied-by-writing arm.

the sudden creak of his door lifts his eyes, penelope entering. the quietest of aw’s leaves her as she approaches, with an extra spring in her step at the sight before her. in addition, she doesn't hesitate to whisk out her phone.

"i didn't know this cutie was here today." the words leave her in a gentle, yet high, pitched tone, giddiness laced within. her jaw fully drops as she catches sight of the cozy onesie the littlest hotchner inhabits, "oh my god look at her outfit!"

“garcia.” aaron lightly warns as her volume heightens, his eyes flicking back up to her from his paperwork, his pen slowing.

“i know sorry sorry, i just neeeed to share the cuteness with the mrs.," penelope grins, aiming her camera at baby girl, and aaron, snapping a few pictures. "this is just, too dang adorable. she needs a copy, i need a copy, and i'll make you a copy too, sir."

that tugs aaron's lips into a smile, a small chuckle leaving him. "she's cute, huh?"

"um hello? cute doesn't even begin to cover it. please tell me you're the one who dressed her today. if yes, i might have to scream. just might."

"not today." aaron admitted, dropping his pen and fixing the small hood, which had fallen a bit too much in front of baby girl's face. again, his lips couldn’t help but pull into a smile. god, he loved being a girl dad, and a dad in general. "but, i may have picked it out."

"i was right. i'm going to scream." quick to realize what she said, penelope held out her hands in defense - before aaron even had the opportunity to open his mouth - clarifying with wide eyes. "internally! i'm screaming internally."

aaron took a slight pause, before speaking. “actually, about the copies - ”

penelope’s shoulders dropped in defeat, her lips pulling to the side - an equivalent to an ‘eek’. “was i too enthusiastic?”

“on the contrary,” aaron’s expression softened, laughing gently as to again, not rouse baby girl. “would you mind bringing me two? i’ll need one for in here, and for my wallet.”

She would not be feminine under any circumstances