I can't unsee this
Mainly because I’m Batman.
that’s a lie i would rather die than lose my kids
what if someone started a kitchen fire and then got yelled at by everyone else over twitter?
MHA tweets- special edition 😤
Bruce truly hates magic with every pump and beat of his heart.
What kinda curse is Slang, anyway?
“This is the best day of my life.”
“Bro really thought he ate with that.” Bruce physically feels a full body shiver, charged with nausea and cringe. “This is level 10 cringe. Can’t have shit in Gotham.”
Dick is his earth bound angel, but he laughs like a demon at him, holding onto Jason for support, pledging his eternal loyalty to Zatana and her pettiness.
—
“Hey, old bat, hook me up with an adrenaline shot.”
What he wants to say is Jay, do not try and fight with 6 bullets in your stomach.
What comes out instead, through Bruce’s grit teeth and intense, fierce glaring, “Not you trying to go back to your corpse era. See how I only took 2 shots? Very demure. Very mindful.”
Jason passes out from blood loss, but mostly laughter.
—
“Chat, is this real?”
Stephanie barely bites back a full belly cackle. “I think he just asked us if we copied.”
“I wish I was Jason, 15.”
—
“This is not a slay environment. Killing is flop behavior.” He keeps his eyes shut and buries his face in his hands. Trying to convince Damian not to stab someone doesn’t seem to work.
Damian gives him a pat like he’s a pitiful cat. “I’ll only stab the non lethal areas.”
“God, I wish that were me.”
I love-love AUs, where Jason adopts a kid and conventionally forgets to mention it to others, but I think it would be funnier, if he adopted an animal, but his family instantly started to think that he hides a child, because, honestly, it is obvious that he will end up with one anytime soon—
Jason, snoozing on his alarm: Hey, sorry, I gotta go. Dick: It is okay. See you around! Jason: *leaves* Tim, whispering: So, I don't want to start a panic, but his alarm name was "feeding time". Bruce, slamming his hands against the table: Finally! This had happened! Jason adopted someone! Dick, no less excited: We won. I am an uncle!
Jason, while scrolling the kangaroo ass carriers on the internet: Hm-m. Alfred, creeping on from behind, very enthusiastic: I would recommend you this one, lad. Jason, shuddering: Jesus— Jason: Uhh. Jason, thinking that Alfred probably knows, so there is no need to over-explain: Hey, thanks, Alfie. Alfred: Anytime.
Bruce, feigning nonchalance: So, how is the baby? Jason, thinking that Alfred just told Bruce about the whole thing: Well, better than ever. Bruce: Good. Where had you found him, by the way? Jason: Her. It is a baby girl, Matilda... And, well, in Crime Alley. Bruce, sniffling, because a) Jason is so him; b) he is such a girl dad himself by the nature: That's beautiful, lad. Jason: Uh, yeah?
Tim: Come on, when are you going to bring Matilda to introduce us? Dick is not getting younger. Dick: Hey— Dick: But also, yeah! I am not getting any younger. Jason, confused: You all are kinda obsessed. Jason: Like, there is literally nothing special. If you want to pat a dog, go and pat Titus. Don't bother my girl. Everyone, dropping whatever they were doing: A DOG?!
“I don’t know gang…”
“C’mon, you can’t leave us hanging!”
“Yeah, you’ll love camping!”
“I love plumbing. And a mattress.”
“The cabin overlooking the clearing has showers and everything, and plus, if it gets really bad we can just hole up in there for a while. It’s got three floors!”
“Really? That’s quite a lot for a camping cabin.”
“Yeah! The basement, the main floor and the attic!”
“…Excuse me?”
“What?”
“You booked a cabin in the middle of the woods with a basement and an attic?”
“Technically we can’t go into the basement, it’s like super locked.”
“Which means?”
“In the pictures there are three locked chains on the door, see?”
“THERE’S ALSO A FUCKING HAND REACHING THROUGH THE GAP UNDERNEATH?!”
“No, I’m pretty sure that’s just a trick of the light. Or the decor. It’s really gothic.”
“Gothic?! Yeah no pass your phone, I want to- gargoyles. Hunting trophies. Why not. Did you even- IS THAT A CLOWN STATUE?”
“Relax, it does a side gig as a venue for haunted houses. That’s probably where the hand came from: Halloween decorations.”
“…And nothing about this is giving you a red flag?”
“Ok, seriously, relax, you are so dramatic, it’s probably wine not an actual bloodstain-“
“I didn’t see a bloodstain?!”
“Oh see it’s right there next to the fireplace with the axes above the mantle.”
“Just no.”
“Hey folks, I did check the weather and it will be heavy storms so we’ll just have to tough it- what’s up with Red?”
“They are weirded out by the log cabin.”
“CLOWN STATUE. BLOODSTAIN. LOCKED BASEMENT. What does the attic also have to be a meat locker for you to give this idea any thought?”
“It says the owners only kept the meat cleavers after they refurbished it.”
“Ooo, that’s why it’s so spacious, old farmhouse.”
“Right? It’s so rustic!”
“We’re going to die.”
“Look Red, we don’t want to go on this without you. It’s only last freedom before uni, right?”
“If you say we’re out, we’re out.”
“I’m sorry, but it really gives me a bad feeling.”
“No that’s perfectly ok. You’re not happy, none of us are happy.”
“Tell me the deposit wasn’t non-refundable.”
“It’s fine, we got it for dirt cheap, this flyer showed up through the door and the number we called practically gave it to us for free.”
“It’s going to be tricky finding somewhere that cheap again. And when we booked it in person, the lady was so nice, she even gave us this cool themed skull key for the door!”
“Oh! I got an ad for an old castle that needs house-sitting! They’ll even pay us to be there and it looks really nice, and it needs a minimum of five people and we fit perfectly.”
“Let’s see?”
“I love those paintings in the hall, so lifelike. Skilled artists, you guys.”
“None of you are allowed to make decisions anymore. I pick where we go next.”
getting horror movie vibes from the trip your friends were planning, you decided to simply stay home.
Steve, who has been adopted by every adult he’s ever met: I can’t meet your uncle, Eddie
Eddie: ???
Eddie: It’s not like Wayne is going to hate you
Steve: It’s worse.
Steve: He’s going to love me so much.