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Bruce: I know it’s hard, but you must remain forgiving and merciful, Jason.

Tim, who had to watch Bruce skin a man alive like a piece of salmon with a batarang for saying something rude about his then deceased son, throw him in the back of the Batmobile, and drive him to the hospital just to beat him up again:

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You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

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Dick Grayson by Dan Mora 🖤💙🖤

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What started as a recreation of a MAWS fanart piece referencing sailor moon turned into a meme. Intergang had it rough.

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would you give her your cred*t card info

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i just wanted to be a little shoujo over some eyes

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The Big Three. The Trinity. The Founders. I’m sorry but DC popped off with the nicknames for Bruce, Clark, and Diana. The amount of awe and dread tied to those names in-universe must be astounding. Imagine you fucked up on the Watchtower and you have to go see the Trinity. I would shit my pants the whole way there.

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Cass and Steph in that Dragon ball meme

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Hey, so you know last chapter when I said the remaining chapters would be up quicker? Well, 3 months later, I'm back to report that I was wrong. Mb lol

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: DCU Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Length: 80.5k Chapters: 11/13

Clark was sitting slumped in one of the Fortress of Solitude’s crystalline chairs, staring at the slow crawl of the progress bar on the computer's large monitor, and very carefully, very deliberately, trying not to freak out. Despite his best efforts, he was freaking out anyway. Just a little. Here was the problem he was having – or rather the problem he’d been having, ever since about a minute before he’d left Wayne at the restaurant. The moment when he’d let instinct take over and looked through Wayne’s shirt to check his stomach for injury, and his gaze had snagged on the days-old bruising over his ribs. The moment his whole world had suddenly tipped on its axis when he realized, in a sudden moment of pure, unadulterated shock, that he’d seen that injury before. He’d been absolutely sure of that, on only a second glance. He was no radiologist, but fractures were a little like snowflakes to a man with x-ray vision and an eidetic memory: no two ever looked the same. Clark had recognized them on sight, even though he'd last seen them a week ago. Twin buckle fractures on the right 6th and 7th ribs. The same fractures he’d glimpsed in the batcave, sitting on that gurney in Batman’s little lead box of a medical suite, peering beneath layers of leather and Kevlar to assess the damage from that security guard’s bullet. Batman’s injury. On Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne was Batman. He’d gotten stuck there for a long time, mentally. Because, just… Bruce Wayne was Batman. Bruce Wayne. Was Batman. And Batman was Bruce Wayne. That meant that—that he’d been saved from kryptonite poisoning by Bruce Wayne. Heck, he had a one night stand with Batman – Batman! – and, and he’d gone on a date with him, and tried to seduce him oh god— …Okay. Clark was maybe freaking out a lot, actually.

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“Blüdhaven. My new home. Nightwing once called it…"Gotham’s wicked little stepsister.” I didn’t…get it. He was…surprised. He told me the story. Cinderella. He…acted all the parts. That made me laugh.” 

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Working hard :)

Clark is totally a proper assistant and not getting distracted by Bruce’s eyes no sir, nor his lips, not even his—

For @memento-mori-twilight as part of a lil exchange <3333 also their genius idea animate it yeeeeeeehaw

Full quality video + stills under cut

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Old men yaoi palate cleanser😎

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Jason’s housewarming committee (they keep breaking in)

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Dan Mora - Poison Ivy

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ok, because i just saw a terrible take, i feel compelled to say that there is no "fic market" to "oversaturate" in fandom. good gravy.

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like father

like son

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I have caught a disease called "be a little too silly with the colours" and I hope to get well soon but here's this in the meantime.

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