#— incorrect quotes

[pjotwitter]

[bruciemilf]

Battinson as a parent: oh, I’m sorry that you fell , Jay. Yes, the ground shouldn’t have tripped you. Bad ground. Would you like an ice cream to feel better?

Thomas when Bruce jumped off the slide and broke his arm because some kid dared him to: Bet you won’t do that dumbass shit again, huh?

[incorrectbatfam]

Damian: Blankets that do not go up to your chin and cover your feet have no reason to exist.

[pigeonmama]

🙇🙇🙇

*Random man speaking shit about Steven*

*Steven looking like a kicked puppy*

Marc: I'm gonna hit the living shit out of this guy.

Jake, calmly: it's not necessary amigo.

Marc: why?

Jake, pointing at Y/n: just look.

Y/n standing up from the table, running towards to the guy: IF YOU DARE TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY BOY I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR WINDPIPE AND TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING SPINE. GET IT?!

Marc: holy shit.

Jake: yeah. Holy shit.

Steven: mates.. . Don't wanna break the magical moment but Y/n is choking that man.

Khonshu, from the corner: FINISH HIM LITTLE HUMAN!

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Y/N: What do I get?

Helen: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Y/N: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about the last one.

Helen: It won’t be you.

Y/N: I’ll get my coat.

[cod-dump]

Gaz: You're such an asshole

Ghost: I have adorably long eyelashes so I have to be extra mean to make up for it

Gaz:

[random-generated-name]

Jason: Come on, Bruce, the math thing isn't the problem. Patrolling is keeping you and Clark apart. You two just need to bone.

Dick: chuckles nervously

Bruce: What did you say?

Dick: Don't say it again.

Jason: I said you two need to bone.

Dick: whimpers

Bruce: How dare you, Jason Todd. I am your father! 

———

Five Minutes Later: Bone! 

Ten Minutes Later: What happens in my bedroom, Jason, is none of your business. 

Twenty Minutes Later: Bone?! 

Thirty Minutes Later: Don't ever speak to me like that again.

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO YES

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[incorrectbatfam]

Dick: When I was like twelve years old I discovered that wine was made with fermented grape juice, so I snuck into the kitchen and got a bottle of Welch's grape juice and thought, "Wouldn't it be so adult if I had a bottle of wine in my closet?"

Dick: And I checked on it every day to see if it had turned into wine yet and eventually just forgot about it.

Dick: And then, like, a year later, I rediscovered it and thought, "Oh my God, there's a bottle of wine in my closet!"

Dick: And I thought now is the moment, so I opened it up and it... smelled disgusting.

Dick: And I was like, "Are you ready to be an adult or not?"

Dick: So I put the bottle to my lips and this... disc of mold slid into my mouth.

[incorrectpmmmquotes]

[supersmashreaderz]

Y/N: *sobs uncontrollably* HOW CAN I SLAP HIS ASS NOW? WHEN HE HAS NO ASS NO MORE!? 😭 *drops to knees and screams like an idiot*

Snake: *standing Next to Y/N* 🧍‍♂️

NO

PUT IT BACK

[intimidating-fettuccine]

EJ: Y/N, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Y/N, wearing a sweater that’s 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

[cod-dump]

Ghost: How far are those trees?

Rookie: 600 meters?

Ghost: No

Rookie 2: 400?

Rookie 3: 300 meters

Ghost: Correct. How'd you know?

Rookie 3: About 3 football pitches, sir.

Ghost: Good. Use what you know, and multiply. Don't use your dicks, they're too small, and I don't wanna count that high.

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Kid!Dick, kicking his legs up on the front dash, looking at Bruce driving: Are we there yet?

Bruce, driving to Kansas on their “first big road trip” at Dick’s suggestion: No.

[ten minutes later]

Dick: Are we there yet?

Bruce: Get your feet off the dashboard chum.

Dick, grumbles but crisscrosses his legs: Yeah but are we there yet?

Bruce: Still no.

[five minutes later]

Dick, turning the radio on and off.

Bruce: Why don’t you do some reading chum?

Dick, doesn’t look up: Makes me sick.

Bruce: Okay…

[minute later]

Dick, trying to climb out the open car window.

Bruce, frantically trying to pull him back.

[ten minutes later]

Dick, smiling wildly with windswept hair: Are we there yet?

Bruce, tired, just wants to sleep, shirt crinkled, rethinking all of his life choices: Not even close.

[mistresscitrusslice]

Net zero moral change 😔

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