Gaze Upon Your Superman And Weep

Headcanon that Cassandra Cain uses communication cards for when she is overstimulated and can’t get the words out, or she doesn’t quite know the word for it. And Jason snuck a UNO reverse card in with her communication cards and now she uses it unironically and sometimes it doesn’t even make sense.

An equally sleep deprived Tim: go get some sleep, Cass, I’ll patrol.

Cass: *pulls out a fucking UNO reverse card* nuh-uh

*proceeds to knock him out (affectionately) and go on patrol*

———

Some rogue: you’ll never catch me!

Black Bat who cannot be bothered to come up with a response: *pulls out UNO reverse card with no explanation*

Spoiler: *proceeds to drop down from somewhere and onto the rogue* HAHA! UNO REVERSE, BITCH!

———

Jason: Yo mama so fat, her bellybutton arrives home five minutes before she does!

Cass: *pulls out an UNO reverse card*

Jason, who’s been waiting for this day ever since he first put that UNO card in her communication cards: *Smugly pulls out his own UNO reverse card*

Cass, undeterred: *Pulls out a second UNO reverse card that Jason didn’t give her*

Jason, surprised but prepared: *pulls out another reverse card*

This just ends with them having to clean up like over 50 cards because Alfred got cross with them just standing there and throwing cards at each other.

———

Black Bat: *runs out of bat-a-rangs so for the rest of her patrol she just throws UNO reverse cards at rogues and for some reason it works almost as well*

Some random civilian: *records Black Bat just pelting some mugger with UNO reverse cards* What the fuck.

———

Later on some reporter got lucky and managed to shove a microphone in Black Bat’s face before she could grapple off.

Reporter: could you tell us why you have been spotted using UNO reverse cards as rebuttals to villains?

Black Bat: *very slowly hands the reporter a UNO reverse card whilst making intense eye contact with the camera* No.

———

Black Bat and her UNO reverse cards is now a meme.

If THOSE TWO are working TOGETHER? Yeah, the world is ending, pack your shit

The scariest combo in the batfamily is Black Bat with Red Hood,I’m never changing my mind about this.

If I see RED HOOD and BLACK BAT walking towards me, I’m out. I’m turning my gps on,come get me cops.Please come pick me up Commissioner Gordon I’m scared- they are hunting me in a dark alley in which I can’t even see them and my soul is about to leave my body

Idea: Captain Marvel (Shazam) gets knocked so hard by magic that it sends his conscience spiralling into one of the past champions.

Captain Marvel just lying down in a massive crater: ow

Superman, rushing over to Marvel: Captain! Are you alright?!

Captain Marvel: *stands up and stares at this random blue man*

Superman, getting increasingly worried: What happened?

Marvel, looking down at himself and talking in a dead language: Yo, why am I a man????

Superman, looking rightfully confused at him not speaking english anymore: Captain?

Marvel, looking at his hands in increasing confusion: …why am I WHITE????

Billy, talking to a war criminal like Mr Mind: “Hey! Can you please stop that?”

Billy, talking to his siblings after they mildly annoyed him: “do that again and I’ll fucking end you and your bloodline”

Let him have that Cain instinct

I fear I’ve projected too much onto Billy Batson… 😔

Welp! Time to move on and project onto Mary Batson!

Zombieworld AU (1)

A/N: As promised! I'm not sure how many people saw the original bit of the game, but shoutout to @monachosis who was the first on interacting with this post!

No one expected Billy to survive, is the thing.

As one of the smaller kids on the street and with little strength to speak of, he'd never gotten to keep the nicer hideaway spots in the city.

He hadn't been able to stay in homeless shelters much either; They'd always ask why he was alone or they'd try and call social services on him.

His odds had been stark, laid out plain like that - small and weak and with no way to find a reliable place to eat or sleep.

Billy wouldn't have bet on himself either when the first wave hit.

But he does.

Survive that is.

Squished under a small pocket in a demolished building, a little lean-to he'd dug out for himself with his ratty backpack hugged to his chest and just about all his clothes on for warmth, he'd been too deep down, too difficult to reach, too insignificant a target when the whole world went to hell.

Billy remembers that first night in flashes. Remembers waking from his uncomfortable dozing to screeching tires and screams.

The bits of the sky he'd seen through the gaps between crumbling concrete and rebar had glowed a dull red, and there'd been an awful, thick stench of burning petrol in the air.

A car accident. He'd thought so simply at first.

But it had kept happening. Louder and louder and all over the place.

Desperate screaming and things breaking and this raw, savage sound in the background accompanying everything - Billy remembers that he'd thought of the dog he'd seen once, with rabies.

All slavering and thoughtless and violent to anything and everything that came close.

Just like that, but everywhere and instead of the way the dog had let him be when Billy had gotten far enough, whatever it was, was attacking everything.

Billy remembers shaking, hands clasped around his nose and mouth, with shallow vents between his fingers for air, lungs heaving rapid and shallow.

Had it been instinct, then? Something prey-like in his hindbrain telling him not to make a sound.

His heart gone rabbit-quick, slamming against his ribcage.

More and more screaming, people begging and a wet tearing all overlayed by that awful, awful savage sound filtered down to Billy.

His mind had gone blank.

How long he'd stayed like that, Billy hadn't known, but eventually the sky brightened - dull red fading to black then purples and then lightening to blue sky and Billy had stayed like that until the bits of the sky through the gaps stung to look at and everything was getting uncomfortably warm.

Billy remembers thinking later or trying to think anyway that he'd made the right choice, so to speak.

Getting out would have taken precious minutes and would have left his back to open air as he leveraged himself out.

Plus, he'd had no idea what was out there. He wouldn't have been able to help anyone.

Hiding had been his best bet.

Like a coward.

Billy had dug himself out of the building's remains, telling himself that and stepped out into a world completely changed.

Not where you grew up. Not where you’ll be living soon. Where you’re living right now.

Sins of the Father

Kept me up at night