I Think It'd Be Funny If Damian Kept Up His Formal Speech Patterns For The Sole Purpose Of Appearance.

more tomura headcanons because he’s all i can ever think of

he’s very into the aesthetics of divine machinery and 2000s rock. he listened to a lot of post hardcore and alternative bands such as ptv, tdg, evanescence, good charlotte and linkin park

lowkey had an emo phase

he spends a lot of his free time in old arcades tucked away in the cities he walks through. he enjoys just loitering around and imagining what sort of experiences people had in a place that was once bussling but now lay either abandoned or forgotten. he wonders were those people are now

he ruminates. he’s in his head a lot and gets lost in his thoughts. that’s why he keeps himself busy and stays up until he quite literally cannot keep his eyes open anymore.

he has a very strong sense of justice. although twisted.

he really appreciates animals. he wonders how they can be so forgiving and loving despite the evil that surrounds them. he’s envious of them at times.

he knows a stupid amount abt computers.

he enjoys rain because it’s one thing his touch can’t destroy. and he likes the smell.

he comes off as prickly even when he doesn’t mean to he’s just super blunt and has a sad resting face. he’s also probably overly defensive which makes people avoidant in talking to him. but when he’s mean he’s very mean, he will make it obvious he doesn’t like you. he thinks faking emotions to keep the peace is shitty

he’s not super insecure about his appearance he just really hates himself. he hates who he is at his core.

he stopped getting haircuts as a late teen because kurogiri fucked up his cut SO bad and he was absolutely humiliated. never trusted him with scissors ever again

he’s casually suicidal. all throughout any battles his thoughts were always focussed on the new society he’d build and the horizon his comrades would be able to look over. he never saw himself standing with them though. in the back of his mind he knew that he would have to die to get what hw wanted

has prominent eye bags, they’re more reddish than anything. they blend into the scarring surrounding his eyes.

has white lashes and very light and thin eyebrows

has self harm scars on his neck, biceps/shoulders and wrists

his hands are calloused and rough and his knuckles are constantly scraped

bruises easily

he has more moles all over his body, prominently his back

he bites his nails

he has extremely expressive eyes. he has a really good poker face but despite that if you look hard enough you’ll always be able to tell his emotions by his eyes.

he’s a naturally gentle person. his destructive tendencies were learnt through afo

his favourite colour is a light magenta/lavender purple but he says it’s black

before his memories came back to him, tomura would occasionally flinch if someone moved their hand near his face for some reason. he never understood why until his fight with redestro

Hawks Headcanon #2

Hawks is a bird, right? And birds literally cannot taste spice that well, at all. In fact, birds are one of the biggest ways spicy jalapenos can even spread their seeds.

So, I like to imagine that this trait is something Hawks has, due to his Quirk. He can't taste spice at all.

To remedy this, I imagine Hawks, when he has the time, has made a home-made soup recipe for himself involving a fuck ton of Carolina Reapers.

It is so spicy, that it has been deemed, in Keigo's personal opinion, too hot for almost all human tongue, except his own.

The people who have tried it, Mirko and Best Jeanist to name a few, have actually gone red and teary eyed, losing their sense of taste for days afterwards.

But Keigo?

The little shit can't taste a thing. It's mild to him. And he adores this fact, because it means he can give unsuspecting friends/colleagues a small taste, and laugh at their reactions while giving them something to remedy the spice.

The only person who can thoroughly enjoy the taste with Keigo and have it also taste sorta spicy, maybe a bit more spicier than Hawks can because he's partially less bird, or maybe hasn't developed an immunity to spice due to being part bird, is none other than Tokoyami.

this is my first time posting here, I don't have any idea how Tumblr works.

Stephanie dying her hair black for an undercover OP

Stephanie: So what you guys think

Dick:

Tim: That is so freaky

Jason: You… you look like Bruce’s mom!

Stephanie: WHAT? No I don’t!

Dick: You do! And it’s so fucking freaky!

Tim: It’s a really fucking eerie resemblance. Are you sure you’re not related to him? Like a distant cousin or something?

Stephanie: Your all fucking insane. I don’t look like her!

Jason: Hold on. Alfred! Can you come here!

Alfred: There is no need to shout Master Jason. Now what is all the commotion?

Jason: We just need to know, does Steph look like Bruce’s mom?

Alfred: Bloody Hell. You do bear a very striking resemblance to the late Martha Wayne, Ms Brown.

Tim: Told you.

Dick: Come on let’s dye it brown before Bruce sees and has a fucking panic attack.

Bruce has a strict 'no metas/powers (except duke) allowed in Gotham' policy in place but it has a clause, BYOR (Bring Your Own Robin)

No one is allowed entry untill and unless they can produce their very own certified robin-shaped identity card

Whenever someone with even a hint of supernatural powers in them arrives at Gotham, they're first met with Bruce standing at the city border with a notepad in hand

Bruce: State your name and purpose.

Kon: Kon-el, here to hangout!

Bruce: Your Robin?

Kon, flourishing Tim from behind him: Ta-Da!

Tim, waves: Hey Bruce

Bruce: Approved, you may enter

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Bruce: Name and purpose?

Hal: Here to investigate a case, Hal Jordan

Bruce: Your Robin?

Hal: I.... don't have one?

Bruce: Denied

Hal: What?! But-

Bruce: Denied.

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Bruce: Yes, Wally, where's your robin?

Wally: Oh shit lemme just- *zaps away and returns with Dick, who was in the midst of brushing his teeth, in a bridal carry*- Here!

Bruce, grumbling a little: Fine. Approved.

Dick: You gotta stop using me as a key already, man

Wally: Blame Bruce.

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Bruce: Name and purpose?

Clark: Clark Kent, here for our monthly barbecue

Bruce: Robin?

Clark, producing an actual robin bird: Does this count?

Bruce:.....yes

absolute territory

Sorry 4 being so inactive chat

Breakfast at Wayne manor

(Please look at the details, I suffered for those micro letters)

we'll meet again

don't know where, dont know when

but I know we'll meet again

some sunny day

So Bruce now has several adult children that could very easily take up the cowl (and already have in some cases) but he doesn't seem to be retiring any time soon. So let's say he gets injured in the field, like Bane back-breaking stuff, and he is forced to retire. He wants one of his kids to take up the mantle. Not necessarily pretending to be him, but as the new Batman (like Terry McGinnus in Batman Beyond).

Issue is he doesn't know who the cowl should go to, so he calls a meeting. Everyone is sitting at a long table in the manor when Bruce discusses his sudden, but overdue, retirement.

Bruce: So now we come to the splitting of assets.

He places the cowl on the table in front of him.

Bruce: Figure it out yourself.

He gets up and leaves.

Expecting a fight to break out, he waits to listen at the door in case things get out of hand, lord knows he doesn't want a physical brawl over the cowl. He doesn't expect what happens next.

*silence*

Stephanie: Not it!

Tim: No way!

Dick: Been there, done that.

Damian: No.

Cass: no.

Babs: Already got a job.

Duke: Uh, I think I'm busy that day.

The only person who hasn't said anything is Jason

Dick: Looks like it's you Jay.

Jason: Fuck no, I figured killing people made me exempt already.

Bruce happily sheds a tear, knowing his raised his kids so that none of them want to follow in his footsteps.

After an all nighter where the kids argue over who should take the role

(notable points include:

Tim: I thought you were the 'Blood Son's Dames, it's your 'birthright' and all.

Damian: I plan to donate blood tomorrow.

Jason: Dick, you're the oldest, you take it.

Dick: No! Have you seen how good my ass looks in my current suit? A cape is gonna ruin that silhouette!

Stephanie: Why don't you want it Tim, you're already CEO of WE, why not become full Bruce?

Tim: *shudders* Ra's already is obsessed with me, if I become Batman, he won't leave me the fuck alone.

Eventually they call Bruce back in, having come to a decision. Bruce walks in, not sure who has taken it, but his bets are on either Cass, Dick or Damian. He looks up at the table to see:

Sitting at the head of the table, with the cowl over their face...

Bruce: Um... Alfred?

Dick: Yeah! He has the most experience out of all of us!

Duke: This also means we can keep doing our own things as well.

Jason can't stop laughing at Bruce's face.

Bruce: You're really playing along with this Alfred?

Alfred: I am the night Master Bruce.

Bruce: Real fun-

Alfred: I think you'll find that I am vengeance sir.

Bruce: Okay, I ge-

Alfred: I, young Master, Am Batman.

Bruce phones Kate who laughs in his face.