Jason: Why Is Tim Laying Face Down On The Floor?

(Sorry to those that follow for my shit)

With CABNW and TB* movies coming out and seeing people's comments and shit it just solidifies one thing that I have always realized since I have joined fandoms:

The racism is soooo fucking obvious omg.

Like I have noticed with so many characters, but the way people are villainizing Sam???? Wtf is wrong with yall???? Like how can you be this openly agaisnt him and not hide a bit the racism??? At least try to pretend no???

And can we stop babying bucky?? Bros is not a child and not a baby, it just paints a bad picture abt people who have deep trauma and ptsd - no they aren't babies, they just need an extra help navigating the world, the normal u treat them the better they feel, plz just stop babying bucky cmon.

Also one thing people are forgetting is that Anthony helped bring out the Sebastian yall love today. Ya know that right?? Yall do know that they paired them up to help Seb come out of his shell??? And yall are now preferring Wyatt?? AGAIN HIDE THE RACISM A BIT MORE BABES.

Anyways Sambuck the best relationship, Sam DESERVES to be Captain America, and Seb and Anthony are the best besties.

Sleepy sam in the morning

(Next is gonna be sleepy bucky)

With clothes version

I'm gonna travel and when I come back I will draw sleepy bucky and then sleepy sambucky bc I like to see them comfortable and happy doing domestic shit

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

Drunk Price is a loud, funny and active person. It doesn't happen a lot actually is a rare occasion, because the old man has a three day hangover and complains alot. But when he let's himself go, he switches from the stoic, settled and mature captain to a young like John, that makes friends easily and laughs like a maniac.

Ghost, the lightweight he turns out to be, becomes super sleepy, like drops on the table and doesn't wake up. It's like the insomnia disappears and he just catches up all the sleep he doesn't get. The only one that can wake him up is sober price.

Soap just quiets down. He doesn't sleep, doesn't run or be his sober self, he just quiets down, sits besides Simon and answers by nodding or shaking his head, smiling a little smile.

Gaz becomes sweet. Like fully flustered, very noticeable even tho his dark skin. He says in place and has always a sweet smile and face, looks at people with puppy eyes and follows price or sober soap around like a lost puppy. Drunk Price always ends up dragging him to his fun even tho Gaz just stands there and sways.

Do u want me to write seperate occasions of this headcanons??

I see alot of batfam being possessive over their bfs....but how abt the bfs being possessive over the bats??

The bats are popular both sides of their jobs. Heroes fawn over them, in galas they are the center of attention and that sometimes sparks a possessive tingle inside their respective partners.

QUEUE THE SCENARIOS

Superbat

Bruce was in his usual situation during galas like this - surrounded by many of the billionaires e millionaires that wanted a piece of attention from THE Bruce wayne.

Bruce had that charming smile, the lidded blue eyes and the slight messy hair, the perfect image of handsome playboy he meticulous preserved. This particular crowd had many handsome men - tall, good smile, well dressed- and beautiful women - elegant, good make up - and they were all around Bruce age or younger.

Clark was not liking this at all.

Usually, he wasn't the jealous possessive type. He trusted Bruce, both in and out of costume. He knew that the playboy persona was just a fake mask and a way to maintain his hero identity hidden. They have been together for a long time, friends even longer, so clark had a lot of trust in Bruce.

But this galas always makes clark uncomfortable because of how people interact with Bruce and he doesn't know how long will he be able to stay put and not do something stupid.

"Your face says everything" Yes Lois was with him because she's reporting on the gala. More like annoying clark but who cares.

"I don't know what you talking abt."

"You are reeking with jealousy"

Clark looks at her and gives up, bc he can't hide shit from her "Yeah Lois, he's surrounded by handsome, rich people, of course I'm jealous"

"Okay then why don't you go there and go get your man? Everyone knows you two are dating, so just go there and snatch him"

He was abt to protest when she just ruffled his hair even more, letting the curls drop and open the button of his cream colored shirt and told him to take off the jacket.

"Why?!"

"You wanna go seduce Bruce with a checkered jacket?? Jesus, we don't need your Smallville boyscout we need clark who wants to fuck bruce"

Jesus Lois could be so crude sometimes, and clark was from Kansas. But she was right. Clark looked over to the crowd and saw one man - one that had been inching over to bruce little by little - putting a hand on Bruce's arm and letting it drop to the side of Bruce's waist.

Nah, fuck it. Clark was pulling out his Kansas farm boy. No one touches Bruce like that.

As he made his way over, Clark open another button of his shirt, pulled his curls even more over his face and let his glasses slide just a bit to rest on the bridge of his nose.

Clark slides behind Bruce, arm snakes around his waist, pulls him away from the man into his chest and smirks at his surprised face.

"Hey, darling!" Clark's rolls his tongue the way Bruce likes, letting some of the accent slip just to hit home faster.

Bruce blinks once, twice, loss from words and trying his best to not melt on the spot "h-hey, clark"

Clark pouts a bit, tilting his head and pulling the puppy eyes "I was over there all alone while you were here talking with all this people, I missed you sweetheart"

"O-oh" Bruce clears his throat "I'm sorry clark, I didn't mean to leave you alone"

"It's okay, you know, but I think it's time to give me some attention. Well, if you excuse us, I'm gonna take him away for a bit" clark leans forward and whispers semi loud for those close by to hear "I gotta make sure you know who owns you." And smiles, all sweet and charming, pulling a stunned and red face Bruce from the crowd.

"Clark-"

"Shut up. We gonna go to your bedroom, you gonna strip and I'm gonna fuck you until I feel like stopping." He looks at Bruce all serious "and you know have stamina for it"

Bruce just nods, dumb and horny and not caring for anything else.

Birdflash | jayroy | timkon | jondami

(If there's any other bat ship I should held, just say!!)

I wanna do something with soap and gaz about their specific body part obsession but I can't think of anything fitting.

Like thighs or arms?? Or like voice or something?? IDK

Saw something similar on my dash and needed a Gaz version

Bruce and Clark have a special rooftop, one that is high enough, with enough things to hide them from whatever can catch them, where they can pull the heroes personas off and just idly talk about anything.

The lights from the city reach them, but at the same time the moonlight gives them comfort. Their legs dangle from above, floor so far away, but both don't pay attention.

This rooftop was the one where they first met, where they had their first fight, where they first showed their identities, where clark met dick and all the rest of the birds, where clark told Bruce he got married to Lois, where Bruce said he was dating Selena, where clark said he had a son with Lois, where clark said he was divorced, where Bruce told clark about his encounter and assault with Talia, and then where Bruce showed Damian.

That rooftop held memories of every important matter in their life, that rooftop witness a dictionary of emotions expressed by the both of them, that rooftop their sanctuary.

Today was no different. Cowl off, persona off, feet dangling, postures relaxed and faces happy. Clark was telling an anecdote from work and Bruce was laughing that laugh that was deep and genuine, that clark had the privilege to hear.

Clark was looking at Bruce laughing and speaking, his eyes soft and a turn up of lips always present. They were best friends, close partners and a constant presence in each other's lives. The first person to always enter his mind was Bruce. He hadn't realize how Bruce dictated his life without even trying, Clark was always thinking about Bruce and what Bruce thought.

Clark never realized that what he felt for Bruce was more than just a friendship. But now, looking at the fair skin illuminated by the city lights and perfected by the moonlight, eyes wrinkled from laughing and pale blues gazing on his own, Clark felt something explode inside himself, something that was stuck but finally made itself known.

Oh. I love this man.

Bruce had his head turn towards clark, about to ask what's wrong because of the stretched silence from clark, but he didn't get to say anything because clark leaned in with a fleeting confidence and kissed Bruce.

It was frightening, it was amazing. It was scary, it was wonderful. It was the end of the world, it was everything he asked for.

And when Bruce kissed back, oh, Clark wanted to float so bad and just let the wind take him because it was just like a dream.

It started off as soft, little nips here and there, their lips moving in a sync that rivaled their battle forms. They kept their hands to themselves, just focusing on kissing and savoring each other. Bruce pushed back, deepening the kiss and clark let him, willingly opening his lips to feel Bruce's tongue exploring and tasting, playing with Clark's tongue.

It felt like hours when they pulled back. Bruce was catching his breath because he was only human, and clark was catching his for a whole different reason. Both looked at each other, confirming and smashing any remaining doubts they might have left, before they both smiled and chuckled at whatever.

"Do you want to go back to the manor?"

Clark giggled "if Alfred allows me to."

"It's worth the try."

(I was inspired by this umikochannart on twitter and Instagram!! Plz check her out she has amazing artstyle and amazing superbat fanart!!!)

i was giggling the whole time drawing this