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sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again

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this but it’s damian and tim going on the brucequest together !!!

🤭should i write a lil something something?

Damian should be Tim’s biggest fan, and I’m tired of pretending otherwise.

Tim is the perfect intersection between Batman and Ra’s Al Ghul and Damian would 100% recognize and respect this

He’s one of the biggest thorns in Ra’s side and he’s the only person who can effectively lie to Batman, and is an intellectual match to both of them.

I’m tired of Damian and Tim being at each others throats all the time, give me Damian and Tim being borderline supervillains on a mission together, give me Damian being Tim’s right-hand henchman.

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The Wayne family decide to do a 24 hour charity livestream. It quickly descends into chaos and so many new memes are born.

The highlights include:

- Everyone painting along to a Bob Ross video - Steph's painting somehow catches fire (it was Damian).

- Damian challenges his brothers to a lightsaber duel

- All the kids vs Tim at Call of Duty. Tim wins.

- Dick kicking everyone's asses at Twister

- Dick and Jason try the milk gallon challenge. It does not end well.

- Tim tasers Jason. They get a paramedic to supervise. It takes both Bruce and Dick to hold Jason steady. Tim is grinning evilly the entire time.

- They try to play Werewolf but for some reason they let Stephanie be the "overseer" - goes about as well as you'd think

- They read fanfiction of themselves. Jason gives constructive criticism.

- The most chaotic game of Cards Against Humanity to ever happen

- Superman makes a guest appearance to read some bedtime stories

- Damian has school the next day so he can't stay the whole time but he does introduce all his animals before he heads off to bed. There are about four new ones Bruce didn't know about.

- Bruce shows off all his kids' baby photos. No one knows where he got them from.

- There is a "Wheel of Destiny". They spin it every hour and whatever it lands on, everyone has to complete that task.

- Barbara is there mostly to monitor the livestream and donations and also tell embarrassing stories about the Wayne kids

- Just Dance Rasputin

- Cass tries to teach her dad and brothers ballet. Dick and Tim do pretty well, but Jason tries a pirouette and lands on his ass.

- Tim does drag to Like A Prayer by Madonna

- Duke reads some of his poetry. It makes Dick cry.

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Tim "won't end you but will end your bloodline" Drake:

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im still laughing at this

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Tim "won't end you but will end your bloodline" Drake:

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it’s a batkid tradition to memorise Bruce’s credit card number. when you join the family you get kidnapped and held hostage by the kids while the existing siblings drill you repeatedly until you can quote all the numbers like a soldier mindlessly responding to their drill sergeant. Bruce doesn’t find out this is a thing until theres a big case that requires some of the kids back up the JLA in a mission, but Duke hasnt slept for like three days so when Bruce barks at him to pay attention he snaps upwards like a sleeper agent to rattle off the entire card number by default. the table falls silent. Bruce furrows his brow.

Bruce: …wait. was that my credit card number?

Duke, instantly: im so sorry it was Dick’s fault i promise

Dick: HEY-

Barry: wait that was his credit card-? hey can you say it again-

Oliver: -also the pin,

Bruce: Barry, you know if you need help i am happy to-

Bruce, abruptly changing tune the second Oliver opened his mouth: -YOU can shut the fuck up i know exactly how much is in your bank right now-

Oliver: HEY I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS-

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𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘦𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦.

and it’s too much— tim screws his eyes closed again, this time for a completely different reason. clark will protect them, will keep tim from hurting his family, but who will protect clark? when tim is that same disappointment he was to jack, to bruce? or tim when he’s scorned by yet another family member, or rejected by the kryptonians and gods, what would kon think of this?

his stomach churns at the thought and when he shudders a breath frost escapes, and he knows he’s made a sound undignified and pathetic.

“tim” it isn’t clark’s voice that calls to him, it’s bruce.

“tim, buddy, will you open your eyes?” and tim wants to listen, wants his dad to tell him it’s okay, to look him in his eyes and to believe him. but he can’t, he shakes his head no and slowly backs up. he hadn’t noticed he started to rely on his other senses— sound, there’s so much he can hear. he hears damien’s heart rate speeding up as bruce’s footsteps grow nearer and nearer to tim. he can hear dick shifting from foot to foot, he knows that’s his tell— he’s nervous, ready to move, to strike. the sound of leather expanding as jason curls and curls his hands, flexing and relaxing his fingers, probably itching to reach for his guns. he hadn’t even known cass was in the cave, but now he knows the steadiness of her breathing so in tune with a soft thump of her heart.

oh no no no, tim can hear himself, the panic in his breathing. he can hear his heart pounding— fast and chaotic— “i can’t i can’t i can’t” he says it like a mantra; he can’t, what? calm himself down. open his eyes. the list is endless, of things timothy drake-wayne can’t do in this moment.

but then he feels a hand on his shoulder, and it’s warm and comforting and tim knows it’s bruce. and tim is opening his eyes to confirm it— which is silly because even without enhanced senses, tim knows bruce’s touch. he knows he has tears built up, the salt water causing his blue eyes to rim red, and he knows that everyone is holding their breath— except for clark and bruce, both are there, hiding him from the prying eyes of his siblings. if he could call them that anymore.

“i didn’t know, i swear i didn’t know…not— not when, not until…” and the words die on his tongue because he’s being pulled into a hug, and it feels amazing, like the sun is engulfing him and he knows it’s clark.

“we know, tim” he promises, and it’s so heartfelt tim almost believes him, but his eyes are shifting from bruce to the others and dick didn’t believe him— he was almost certain, damien for sure as hell didn’t and jason? jason had a small smirk on his lips and gave tim a nod, and that was enough for tim to relax into the hug for a moment.

“so the interloper is another clone then?” it’s said as a hiss, a sneer, and usually tim would just let damian say what he will, but no, that didn’t make sense. and it was the wrong thing to say, because kon wasn’t just a— and tim and clark can feel one another stiffen in their tentative hold. and bruce must notice it because he sends a glare towards his youngest son, “out” he decides and damian looks confused and then defiant, “i am not leaving you here with..” he trails off, suddenly looking at tim with a calculative glare and eyes that say it all makes sense now.

but tim can’t focus on that, all he focuses on is clark’s hold and bruce’s heart beat— and then dick is standing besides clark and he’s staring down at tim, “tim?” he’s soft when he speaks but the newly discovered kryptonian can feel the nerves echoing off of him, “do you want us out?” he asks, and it’s strange. dick hasn’t spoken to tim like this in a while, and tim suddenly realizes how much he misses it.

his hand shoots out and he grips dick’s wrist— asking him to stay— but his hold is hard and desperate and strong, and dick crumbles and wrenches back and damian is yelling something at him and suddenly clark is turning to stop something from hurdling at tim and for a moment everything stops.

tim breaths in and out, in, out, and then his feet are planted on the ground and then he’s just… gone.

Clark is not the only kryptonian survivor.

Tim drake unknown to him was not only adopted but an alien as well.

But unlike Clark his powers didn’t kick in, most likely due to lack of sunlight or something.

That was all about to change, while looking for proof of Bruce being lost in time.

His powers activate whether due to having more heighten emotions or being out in the sun more.

They kick in as he was about to be stabbed in the spleen by league of spiders members.

But that’s not why they activated not to save his own skin.

He was watching his temporarily team mates being slaughtered, and that’s when red comes from his eyes and before he knew it, he was surrounded by bodies. By bodies he killed by lived he had taken.

He doesn’t have time to process this, he’s gotta save Bruce he will deal with this later.

And he doesn’t deal with that later even after saving Bruce, however the build up emotions the trauma and no one even discussing anything, the standard bat way, it all comes to light.

It starts with Bruce beginning to learn what Tim did to get him back.

Bruce being a concerned parent who can’t articulate shit properly, so when he states something in concern it comes across as the opposite more criticising.

“If I knew you were gonna join the league and become a criminal Tim I wouldn’t have left information behind for you to follow.”

Tim eyes widen, he felt anger he lost so much did so much just to get him back to only be told that.

He felt a familiar warmth come to his eyes, the same feeling he had right before he killed members of the league of spiders.

“No.”

He covers his eyes.

He doesn’t want to hurt them he doesn’t.

But Damien never misses an opportunity to attack.

“Pathetic your crying already and fathers has barely done anything, disgraceful.”

Cass is the only one who notices Tim shift in behaviour, he feels more dangerous then he should.

She’s about to make a comment when, suddenly red light comes from his hands through the small gaps, shooting out. Destroying one of the glass cases.

Everyone in the cave eyes widen, Bruce immediately gets up from the batcomputer chair, worried.

“Tim you need to calm down-“

He doesn’t get to say much more when Tim tries to shout to tell them to go away, when ice fog just comes out from his mouth.

Bruce eyebrows knitt together along with Damien, they’ve both seemed to realise something before everyone else.

“What’s happening to me?!”

Fear in his voice, Tim was panicking losing even more control then he had already, that’s when Bruce makes a split second decision and shouts.

“Clark!”

Just in time to, as red escapes Tim’a hand again about to hit Bruce but instead hits Clark’s chest.

Tim removes his hands, he knows he can’t hurt Clark. Clark will protect them from him. But as Tim stares up at Clark with fear, relief, regret and guilt.

He notices Clark stares back down at Tim with shock and hope.

And that’s my small shitty Drabble. (Grammar will be terrible lol.)

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I’m hoping this post will help me find my people. Fuck Donald Trump fuck Elon Musk fuck Mark Zuckerberg. Elon did a Nazi salute on main and half of this country wants to excuse it. Free Palestine free Luigi. America is a corporation.



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“Fatherless behavior” stop giving my DAD credit for all the work my MOM put into making me a terrible person!! Stop erasing women in history!!

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rosier twins

the rosier manor is a grandiose thing, ostentatious. the walls are high, to keep others out and it’s inhabitants in alike. there is something dangerous lurking within the hallways— dark and mysterious, curious and strange. the grounds are warded, against intruders, sure but also against dwellers.

the children of the rose are often blessed with sharp and delicate beauty, both of the mind and body.

it dates back generations, since the first set of rosier twins were born. a rose and her thorn. both blessed and scorned, as are all rosiers there and after.

and when a rose is ripped from the stem, leaving the thorns to carry on without her, they become a living tragedy— and isnt it sad to hear?

the wails of esdras rosier when druella is felled by the birth of a beautiful blonde baby.

esdras had never been a kind man, he had never been soft, not in the way druella had been. not in any way, really— and with her death, those sharp edges steeled. they were more than razors and instead became blades and he wielded them with unforgiving might and unyielding force.

“i hear them, dru” he whispers into the family crypt. the voices, the whispers of the fates— cursing his family for generations.

“their deaths, pandora and evan… they call out for one another in the end,” his hands are in his pockets and he is leaning against a stone wall; the cold does little to satiate the burning in his ears.

“i wonder,” his jaw is tight, and his head tilts in such a canine fashion it is hard to distinguish if he is thinking of himself or as the wolf he is, “if you saw them”

he also wonders, if he’d care. if his sister had told them he saw the deaths of his children, if he’d do anything to stop it. as it is, with just their screams echoing in his mind, there isn’t much he can do.

“my little myth is a lot like you” he tells her, and its void of emotion and fatherly love. instead, it’s a hiss with disdain and thinly veiled hatred seeping in. “and her brother” it’s less of a growl and more of a scoff, either way it conveys his disappointment,

“is no thorn”

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this might be a hot take but I don’t think Pandora is a copy/paste of Luna. most people characterize her as that, but I don’t think she was.

Luna grew up with her dad, she didn’t have much of a chance to know Pandora. And we’ve seen how similar Luna and xeno are, so I think it’s a fair assumption that she’s more like her dad than her mom.

what we DO know about Pandora is that she loved potions and experimenting, so personally I think she’s more of a mad scientist than people give her credit for. let Pandora do crazy experiments on Barty in the name of science, let her invent crazy and definitely illegal potions!!

that’s all I just wanted u guys to know Pandora is a psycho potioneer and I need more fics where she is !!

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In my humble opinion

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🧍‍♂️hello lilyrosekillers

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more of Tim Drake forcing Dick Grayson to adopt him (it wasn't much of a force, dick is a weak weak man)

of course he had said no.

dick was not in the business of acquiring young children in a crusade of vengeance. but then, well timmy had showed up during one of his patrols. he had a camera wrapped around his neck, and he was hidden well enough that dick hadn't even known he was there, not until tim decided to make himself known.

"that was awesome, mr. nightwing!" he had said with an abundance of excitement, just before remembering who he was and faulting back into that stiffness no child should have. he also must've realized he had given himself away, as his lips dropped into a little frown and his hands gripped the edges of his dark-blue, perhaps navy(?), shirt. dick saw him gulp, deep and unsure. oh no, don't do that baby bird.

to try and reassure him, nightwing gave a small smile. "timmy, what're you doing here?" he had asked, obviously. what else was he supposed to say? tim shifted from foot to foot, that same uneasiness that dick had seen in him when he didn't immediately shake his hand.

tim's hands found his camera and he lifted it slightly, "... taking pictures," he spoke in that same slow way that seemed to ponder if dick grayson was an idiot. nightwing let out a little chuckle, goodness this kid.

"i see that, i just meant why are you taking pictures" he corrected a light tone, and a hint of worry.

"i always take pictures of nightwing saturdays..." and what the fuck was dick supposed to say to that? so he didn't, he just sighed and nodded unaware of the uncertainty growing in tim's stomach.

"right," nightwing finally said, "and I'm assuming your parents don't know about this" it was obvious they weren't very attentive, and dick had meant to check up on tim and his living situation but life got busy with working on getting the gym up to code and looking less broken down and now he sees that he should've made time, or at least had bruce check it out. not that he and bruce were really talking at the moment, not since he found out about jason and bruce giving him robin, as if it were his to give away.

and dick realized he had been stuck in his own mind long enough to not hear the first half of tim's answer to his question and only cluing back in to the final half. "... and of course friday is my robin day," how that had to do with his shitty parents and their obvious neglect, dick did not know. but that unbridled joy and bit of unhinged look in his eye was the absolutely most adorable thing he had ever seen-- and did he just say he watches robin in gotham on fridays? and if saturdays were nightwing days, where the fuck did this kid live? was he travelling from city to city alone?

shit... he was going to kidnap this kid, wasn't he?

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Rosekiller being cute for once in their lifetime

You can be certain Evan decided he was done with other people, went to sleep on the couch, and Barty just slumped on top of him.

Anyway, it's my first post here, I don't have much more to post yet, but don't worry it'll come :]

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Give me Bruce and Jason, who are not on the war path anymore, but they are still awkward and absolutely clueless on how to make things up, so they pretend that they need something from each other in order to spend some time together. Even if these things are absolutely simple, and both of them could handle it themselves, if they wanted to.

Bruce, calling Jason in the random Friday night: So, Alfred left for a week. And I promised kids to do a homemade cake for them. And you know how useless I am in the kitchen. So.

Jason, who knows that Bruce is, in fact, not useless in the kitchen, but low-key misses cooking with him, because the last time they did it, it was Alfred's birthday before his death, and they did the cake together: Theoretically, I agree.

Bruce, sighing in relief: Theoretically, I will need you in Manor tomorrow in the morning. And I theoretically will pay for that.

Jason: Theoretically, see you tomorrow.

Bruce: Theoretically, thank you.

Jason, dealing Bruce in the middle of the night: Old man. Bail me out of the prison. I am in CGDP's building.

Bruce, knowing well that Jason wouldn't be caught in the first place, if he didn't want all of this to happen, and even if he did, he would easily escape without him, getting involved, but also knowing that today is anniversary of the day Bruce adopted Jason, and it is his way to spend time together: ...Okay. May I ask what did you do?

Jason: ...Stole Gordon's tires.

Bruce, stifling his laughter: I see. I will be here in a few minutes.