#Batman: *smoke bomb* *disappears*

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (X)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here and this is part ten oh gods this was gonna be short at some point oh fuck

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Bath boy took a bath! It was only a little gross! ...Ok JK it was quite gross.

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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“Gifts from Medical, coming through!”

Wally barely feels the way Bart whacks him with a spare pillow case, but the whiffing noise is kind of a clue that the teen wants him to slow down. Or, in all actuality, Impulse probably wants Wally to buzz off, but Wally’s got boxes and boxes of tinker toys in his arms and nowhere else to put them down, so there really isn’t an alternative but a direct route to his destination.

“Go away!” Bart complains, and whacks the back of Wally’s head with the pillow case again. Wally hopes it’s one of the clean ones. He’s seen the ones that Bart’s favorite patient has…used. “No adults allowed! Bats said so!”

That's true. Batman had said that. “Well,” Wally says, dodging his way to the curtain to Bart’s clear dismay, “Medical said it was alright, and we all have to listen to them. They also packed gifts for your bud, so…”

Bart grabs onto the back of Wally’s suit and digs his feet into the tile. “Thatdoesn’tmeanyoucanbargeinhisspace!” the kid protests, teeth gritted, as Wally drags him across the floor with nothing but a determined gait and a tiny bit of the speedforce. (Just a little.) “It makes him nervous!! And then he’ll bite you!”

Oh, yeah, the biting. Wally stops at the edge of the curtain, hands on the gross gray fabric. Hrm.

“Uh.” There’s gotta be a solution to that. He looks down at Bart’s weird mop-head hairstyle. “Will he stop if I bring gifts?”

“Nah. He’s going to eat you.”

…Great.

“Bossy,” Wally decides, even if this is, in the end, for the alien-kid’s sake. Bart squawks. “Oh well. I gotta deliver these anyway. Hey, stranger; I come bearing gifts from your medical team! Uh…hiss if you get mad, I guess?”

Wally bumps the free-flowing curtain to the side with his hips, showing off the aforementioned pile of toys in his arms before poking his head in.

The cluster of darkness on the bed, being largely a mass of black in the vague shape of a humanoid, says nothing.

Bart crawls underneath Wally’s outstretched pile of deliveries so that he can go straight up to the bitiest occupant of the Watchtower proper. The teen kneels down on the floor, put his chin on the entity’s cot mattress, and leans up on the bed up at the shadowy mass of teenager up above him. “I can tell him to go away if you want me to,” he tells the entity, who sort of…turns? Towards the speedster. “I could beat him up.”

Wally snorts. No he couldn’t.

“…I could get Superboy to beat him up,” Bart immediately amends, which, hey! Not nice!

…True, maybe, but not nice!

The shadow-kid doesn’t get up and leave, and he doesn’t start hissing or throwing things—both things Wally is pretty sure he’s capable of. And, well, Wally has a job to do, and unless the alien entity teen actually discourages him from doing it, Wally’s going to do his best to help the kid out on this one.

“Bart, if you really want to help him feel comfy when I pop this on his bed, get between him ‘n me, please.”

Impulse, thankfully, holds off on sulking. He hops onto the alien kid’s medical cot-bed, carefully tucking in a blanket beneath him as to stay…sanitary.

Wally’s got to admit. It doesn’t smell so hot in here. Maybe he ought to have let medical wrestle him into some hygienic gear instead of zipping straight down. Eh. Too late now.

Wally carefully releases the pile of presents from the kid’s medical team onto the bed— snatching one or two bouncers out of the air before they fall onto the floor.

Bart and the nameless alien kid lean in closer to inspect the colorful packages. “Oh, sweet!” Impulse exclaims, eyes wide. “Hey, look, you got new stuff!”

New stuff is right. Finance lets medical essentially decide their own budget; purchase orders of new physical therapy tools are consistently approved even with oversight. In this case, it looked like the team was more than happy to take advantage of that goodwill with a run to the local children’s educational shop.

There are boxes upon boxes of colorful children’s toys on the mattress. Bart looks like Christmas has come early. The alien kid looks—at attention? At least? His claws gently rake over the rainbow-bright cardboard boxes, turning them this way and that so that he can see.

Wally zips away and zips back with a chair for himself. The cot is gross, yes, but more importantly, Wonder Woman has made very clear in her notes that the bed is part the kid’s perceived personal space. Violating that trust with the alien-entity-kid is largely a non-option. If they want to hold themselves up to the standard that J’onn was able to impart in their brief conversation, they have to be kind, careful, and considerate of his personal space.

The Flash (the second) hops into the chair. “Want to help the kid open the stuff, Impulse? Might be hard with his. Uh. Hand claws. Claw…hands?”

They both look at the aforementioned being’s hands. The claws look like hands and sometimes they look like claws, but they mostly don’t look like anything. If Wally stops paying attention, he legitimately thinks he’s alone in the room with Bart and a stiff breeze. 

“…Fingers,” Bart finally decides on. And then he beams. “Yeah! Okay. Hey, look! Let’s open this one!”

The kid-alien-thing mostly seems to respond to the brightly-colored and waving object in his vision and Bart’s cheery tone. Still, react he does. The amorphous form gets closer, tilts forward, and shimmers ever so slightly with attention as Bart begins to narrate his unboxing of colorful grip-shaped silicone toys, with little suction cups on the ends so that they can stick to things.

Bart sticks one to the kid’s side table. It takes the kid a second to observe, come to a conclusion, and then—fumblingly—claw the bright blue sucker off with his fingers until it comes free. The wobbly form of a teenage alien tries, misses, and then tries again to get the suction cup to relatch onto the table. The purr at his own success vibrates quietly through the room. It…the sensation shivers through Wally’s body.

It feels very, very weird. A little too personal. Like…the sound is embedded beneath his skin. Wally carefully scratches at himself, but the sensation of fingers on his suit doesn’t get rid of the feeling brushing against his muscle layer.

Bart doesn’t even react to the feeling, even if he can tell that Wally’s getting twitchy. “Tim thinks that most of his being is extradimensional. That’s why I can tell what he’s up to more; he zings in the speedforce.”

Wally slowly pushes himself up in his chair. “Wait, really?”

Bart doesn’t look up from his new project: unwrapping the cling wrap from dry erase lapboards. They look like they have the alphabet dotted along them in little spots of blue ink. “Mmhm.”

That’s… “Does Barry know?”

“I dunno.” Bart shrugs. He’s too busy watching his friend watch him unwrap preschool toys to give a clearer answer. “You can text him I guess. I think it’s just a theory, but he’s not biting you for being in his space right now, and he’s hissed at like everyone else who’s been here. Hey, look!! This one’s slime!”

Wally half gets up out of the seat. “Okay, okay, I think that one—“ He’s gone and back in a couple of nanoseconds, a plastic cafeteria tray clutched in his fists. “—That one needs a tray, I think. Don’t mess up the sheets with your new goo just because you’re excited.”

Impulse, teen speedster from the future, and a so-far nameless, bodiless alien teenage entity, share a vaguely textured cafeteria tray as they smush purple and yellow sensory beads around in rough circles. There are other toys that get opened, but are left largely untouched: a clock puzzle with insertable shapes serving as the numbers, and a 3D drawing pad with reusable cords on a velcro backing. The winner of the batch seems to be the colorful sensory beads in little tubs, considering that the two recipients of the stuff seem to gravitate back towards it with every new unboxing.

Of course, the favorite has to be the messy toy. Honestly, Wally should have guessed. Whatever. The plastic and wrapping trash is gone in seconds, leaving the kid’s space nice and clean, since apparently Wally is hanging around to be adult supervision. He might as well help out a bit.

And, apparently, the alien kid has something of a heart in his not-quite-present body; when Wally’s done throwing the trash out, the kid’s projectile of choice to chuck at Wally’s torso is a red block of floam putty sensory beads, matching the red of Wally’s suit.

…Wally’s going to take it as a nice gesture. The kid is purring and playing and generally disarmed, so this is probably an attempt at bonding.

The kid has a toy. Bart has a toy. Wally has a toy.

“Thanks,” he says, and unwraps the plastic on the stuff.

The alien might not have words to respond, but he purrs, and he purrs, and he purrs, and Bart hums right along with him.

And they knead putty together.

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Toys for injured ghosts:

Squigz™ Master Set

Squish & Squeeze Sensory Beads

Double-Sided Early Writing Skills Lapboard

Shape Sorting Clock

Rainbow Cord & Picture Pattern Maker

Yes I used real toys and went on a fake shopping spree; I used a combo of Lakeshore and Melissa & Doug, mostly looking for stuff that either aided with fine motor skills, language acquisition, or both. They know Danny doesn't speak English and they know he has trouble with his hands, and at least one of the Medical team has to have or has young kids, and this is what they came up with collectively. Do they resent that Wonder Woman got to him first? No, definitely not. :( They did try to find toys that weren't outrageously condescending, though; no dolls, no fine motor toys meant for, like, ham-fisted babies. The fact that the toys are, like, equally interesting to Bart, is, like...unique to Bart. Maybe Kon, too. I feel like Tim gets to watch Cassie, Bart, Kon, and the alien play around determinedly with the Squigz while he's defrauding Lex Luthor from his laptop nearby lol

[augustheart]

batman/doctor mid-nite crossover where they get through an entire adventure and pieter saves his life because bruce gets like near-fatally stabbed and starts spitting out blood or whatever and then as they're going their separate ways pieter says out loud to himself "good thing he doesn't know i lost my medical license" and bruce does a cartoonish double take but pieter throws a smoke bomb and disappears

[lavena]

Tmnt headcannons and a psa for those like 3 toxic ppl

87

- Raph can get the highest flips pit of all his brothers

-Leo found out how to make the brushes used for Kanji n such for fun and will sometimes make wallpaper with his favorite quotes

-donnie breaks the fabric of the universe at least once a week and no one is surprised

- mikeys accent is fake, he actually has a Bronx accent, he just liked the sufer persona so much he decided to commit

90s

-Leo got the go ninja go song stuck in his head for years

-Raph is the best break dancer and will go to clubs with his brother sometimes

-Donnie will sometimes escape to scap yards for hours on end just tearing appliances apart

-mikey has anger issues, as seen by him beating the shit out of a punching bag in the deleted scene (April's drawing of mikey)

2003

-leo will get "the batman" voice whenever he is stressed

- mikey has night terrors

-Raph knits

-dons guilty pleasure is Celtic sings (tir na nog, teir abhaile riu)

2007 (dint mind me leading this tf up)

- raph learned Spanish because one of the kids he met on the street as Nightwatcher spoke it and raph wanted to be able to talk to the kid and make sure he ls alright

Leo get vivid nightmares after the Winters debacle

-mikey after working as cowabunga carl has nightmares

- Raph got shot when he first started being a vigilante

-don and mike are twins

- Dons tech support leaves him more sarcastic than ever, which is really funny for his brothers, but leo gets whiplash for the first bit after he gets home

-don holds a grudge against raph and leo, and sometimes their father but never enough for it to affect their family

- Leo got really good at hiding in the shadows to the point he scares the shit out of raph in the mornings

-raph started watching tellanovellas with their father after his nightwatcher thing

-mike will bake custom cakes for his cowabunga carl gigs for an extra price, at first it wasn't very successful but then word spread that they were the best goddamn cakes around and people started to ask for cakes even if they didn't have a kids birthday. Let's just say having a turtle at your quinces or receptions became an inside joke.

-don and mike are up at the crack of dawn, mike cause he likes to bake the cakes the day of so they don't dry out and the frosting doesn't get the weird hard bits after refrigerating and don because he needs to inject coffee and acetometaphin into his veins to deal with these stupid fcuking people

-leo had to use an automatic rifle once in the jungle and he vows to never again

-raph and Casey spent one too many times out till the break of dawn, Casey almost got fired, but raph and him made up a story, put on voices and treachcoats all that jazz. Now Caseys boss thinks he has ties with the mafia... it gets really runny when April finds out and chases them down

-don and mike spend mornings listening to lowkey but hyping songs to get ready in the morning " a boy named pluto" mainly because don can't handel anything loud and mike will cry if the song doesn't have some kind of sway to it

- Raph became the nightwatcher after witnessing the og guys death, poor guys traumatized

2012

- mikey is the best at disappearing, but only after don invested the egg shell smoke bombs

- Leo voice box was permenatly damaged when he was attacked b4 the farm house arc, it gets really bad when he is stressed

- Raph after the whole brainworm thing (is that cannon or fannon, im like 70% sure it's cannon but idk) gets really spooked around insects and worms, especially if he can hear them moving

- Donnie got a chem set for Christmas from his brother, but he knows they really just stole stuff from nycu, he loves it

2018

- Raph gets sad sometimes that he isn't smaller cause he wants to be help, his brother make sure to give him a really big group hug, doesn't solve anything but he knows he is loved

- Mikey spray paints, it started with the sewer walls, but now he does abandon buildings too

- Donnie built himself the best noise canceling headphones, and then built all his brothers pairs because they kept asking to borrow them

- Leo ugly laughts at the fnaf sb freddy memes, all of them, it makes everyone who hears it wheeze

2023

- Leo is so goddamn anxiety ridden, this poor boy

- Finally a raph that does violent right, yeah it might (read deffo will in hs) end up bad, but never for his brother, cause he protects them with that violence and anger

- Don definitely learned how to speak Korean so he could watch k-pop interviews as they aired

- Mikey is a natural at martial arts

That's all I got for now, but quick psa

There has been a bit of toxicity regarding raph fans, like 3 of them. Everyone else is great, so for anyone experiencing hate from those people like @theunicorncomic-blog and @incorrect-2003-tmnt-quotes ( like people are being toxic to them not that they are toxic) along with anyone else experiencing toxicity from the 3 Raph fans

I am so sorry, I know it can be stressful and they seem to like to target things that are personal. So just remember it doesn't matter who your favorite is, it doesn’t matter if you hate a character, we are tmnt. We are TMNT and we love our ninja boys, and we always will. Embrace the new iterations, learn of the old, no matter what it will bring you joy to see our boys out n about getting love.

Spread love and affection, and ignore those who are violent without reason.

And for those like 3 toxic raph fans, I get that you are upset about people disliking raph or feeling like his personality is costing other characters, but something to remeber is that, we love raph, he is a great character, what we are upset about is that the writers make him "angry, strong, rule breaker" and nothing else, they don't let him grow, they don't let him experience, for example the other characters start out as this. " Mr. Rules, Ninja, Leader by name only" and then let him grow to " leader through experience, kind, and willing to risk it all for his family" another " know it all, annoyed, non confrontational" and let him grow to " empathetic, strong willed, smart" they allow the other characters to grow, while sticking with their base. So the Raph we want to see at the end of a series is " willing to do anything to protect, strength through family, and angry at injustice" we can see it be set up in 07 and 03, but the others leave him as an angry, violent jerk who is funny mind due, but non the less we are left wanting more from someone who tends to be one of the more focused on characters.

TLDR, we are upset that Raph suffers as a character from lack of mobility, in a main position he has the options to, but the writers don't give it to him, and by doing so it costs the other characters. So stop being toxic and giving your character a bad rap by using slurs against the people who have different views from you. Just remember there is way more good than there is bad, don't let these 3 ruin things for everyone else or warp your view of others

[mityaibulkin]

vigilante joker au… I NEED THE LORE !

The BatFam doesn’t know he’s joker??? How did this happen???

i apologize for any mistakes, english is not my first language. i really REALLY tried to make everything make sense.

okayyy so i didn't think about this in detail, but joker disappeared in some accident 2 years before jester appeared. naturally, everyone thought that at one point in time, impersonators would appear, and no one really questioned him. timeline-wise, it happens somewhere after jason quits being a robin (in this au, he never dies because i want my baby to be happy for once), and tim becoming a robin (so tim becomes robin after few month of jester running around).

bruce tried to unmask jester at first. when he was about to, j said, "please, don't spoil the fun." he smiled, "i know you're a control freak, bats. i'm playing by your rules. so can't i just go out and have some fun without you knowing what i like for breakfast or what?"

bruce abandoned the idea after it. didn't track him, didn't dig into him, though he REALLY wanted to. he had to respect jester not wanting to be unmasked.

as for jokers motive, it's all just fun and games. he wanted to have a peak at the other side of the batman.

harleen (her pseudonym is harlequin in this au) appears separately from joker. jester often fights her for "stealing his gimmick".

i imagine jester using a lot of kid toys. toy knives, giant toy hammer, jack-in-the-box toys with smoke, etc. bombs attached, toy guns, that sort of thing. he's just goofing around, painting the town rainbow.

j nearly crosses the line during his manic episodes. bruce slowly learns how to deal with them, the others don't understand why he gives jester so many chances. bruce thinks he can prevent him from becoming another joker. though it's really hard sometimes because jester reminds him of joker a little too much.

bruce reveals first (joker really asked him not to). he never feels like he can trust jester enough, but he needs jester to trust him. it happens during jokers panick attack (i didn't really think about the details) and somehow manages to calm him down, but makes things even worse in the long run.

i imagine two possibilities for jokers reveal, one purposeful and other accidental. in purposeful in happens randomly. they're just sitting and talking one moment, and the other joker is without his hat and mask, staring, waiting for bruces reaction. in accidental, it happens when while fighting, they get thrown into a water. when they come out and bruce looks at the jester, he starts staring. joker doesn't understand why. his lipstick and eyeshadow partly washed away, revealing more of the white skin. bruce walks up to him and runs a finger along his cheek, trying to wipe the white paint off, and joker slowly understands how fucked he is.

this reveal can go two ways, too. they either try to make it work or return to the old ways. i'm an angst hater (🤞) so i imagine them trying to make it work.

i drew a lot of inspiration from the "half way across" fanfic and telltales "the enemy within". well, you can tell.

i think i told everything i imagined yet. ty for asking!!:p i may post more about it if i'll get some new ideas. so i'm creating a tag to find allat easier!! andd i'll go post new sketches of this au now!!

[sleepymuch]

Sorry that I haven't been posting BUT we got Christian Batman update ya'll

So like instead of like smoke bombs it's holy water like he throws holy water then fucking runs or some shit💀

He still does that disappearing shit though

Ya'll Godtham was too christian for the government so they had to close it off from the word (lore???)

He also like carries some bitch ass Bible with his logo on it

I'm not sure what his logo will look like though

[damiansgrayson]

Dick kills for the second time, Jason finds out about the first. (ficlet)

Amy Rohrbach is the one to give him permission when she hands him back his badge and gun. The one to say, “As a police officer…you have more options.”

Her words run through Dick’s mind as he goes to follow up with the reporter; the one who is dead only minutes later by a bullet through the head as glass flies everywhere and Desmond crashes through the window. Dick’s on his feet in minutes, already attacking, trying not to scream in rage as the words fall out. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

Part demand, part secret plea.

“There isn’t one, Nightwing. Not one. That’s the best part.”

Mass murderer. Domestic terrorist. The former residents of his building on floors one through three probably died instantly when the bomb went off. But four and five... the floors fell through on them. They were crushed, trapped, they died of internal injuries and smoke inhalation. And floor six... they burned. 

Roland continues, knowing he's finding weaknesses Dick refuses to give into. “Nor is there a single good reason for me to harm a hair on your head. The essential truth of your nature is that you could take every beating I could dish out. You might even enjoy them. You have absolutely no regard for your personal safety. But the people around you, well! That’s a different matter, isn’t it?

“I’ll take out the people you care about- hell even strangers you stand next to on the street. You won’t be able to shake someone’s hand without marking them for death.”

After his parents, Dick knows all too well about the mark of death. 

“Do you like being alone, Dick? I’ll make sure you can’t save any of them. I’ll make sure you relive over and over your failure to save your relationship, your circus, the residents of your building, Ms Michaels- that’s how I'll take you apart. Loved one by loved one. Innocent by innocent. It will never stop. I can keep this up forever. Every loved one, every stranger.”

He's right. It never stops. Dirty cops are one thing, but then there's the attorney generals, the judges, the jails that never seem to hold. It never stops. 

Punching harder, kicking stronger-- it’s all useless with someone like Blockbuster, who can take the beating without crumpling like most, but Dick continues. Rage flows through him in a messy way, the kind Bruce would say gets people killed, and he’d be right. Dick’s all but seeing red, trying to control himself and failing, trying to picture anything but the people he’d failed to save.

“And you’ll let me do it, won’t you? Just so you don’t tarnish your own moral righteousness. Just like Batman.”

One moment Roland is waxing poetic on threats; the next, he’s choking on his own blood as a wingding rips its way through his throat. 

Moral righteousness be damned, Dick can't forgive himself if he lets himself become locked in a deadly battle with his own form of the Joker. He still runs to the roof and retches before collapsing to his knees. He's failed. Bruce will never look at Dick the same way again. 

What else could he do? 

In a fugue state, he calls Amy about the body. She comes up with some alibi. He hands back the gun and badge and disappears before she can argue. 

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Back in a hotel room as he gets ready to leave Bludhaven for a bit, he stops. Outside the window of the fire escape he hears someone, blinds closed and obscuring vision. Heavy step, large build. Sound of uniform. Doesn't want to be quiet. Not afraid. Dick readies himself. 

“Hello Dickard." 

Only one person uses the most irritating, immature forms of nicknames for him. “Go back to Gotham, Jason.”

Cursing Babs for tattling to his brother may not help the situation, but it's easier than getting a smug Jason to leave once the window is broken into and he climbs in. She trusted Jason more than others under Bruce's shadow had when he returned. Maybe it was shared hatred of the Joker- the way he'd killed Jason and killed Barbara's old life. Bodily traumatized by him in ways few of the other heroes had been. 

There's a million reasons he's here, but if comfort or concern was one of them, the last person he'd tell would be Dick. “Or what, you’ll kill me?”

“Fuck off,” Dick snarls, misplacing his guilt inside of anger. If he didn't hate himself so damn much, it might feel good. 

Of course the tone goes ignored, just as the words, and Jason launches into, “Remember how I told all of you that sometimes lethal force is necessary and all I got in return was lectures on morality?”

Dick ignores him.

“Remember how the second you wore the cowl you had me arrested because you ‘weren’t a hypocrite like Bruce’?” Dick hadn't so much had him arrested as hadn't stopped Gordon from doing it, but the point was moot. 

“Are you done?” 

“Is your fragile sense of self still intact?”

If it was anyone but him asking, Dick might have answered honestly. “It’s fine.”

“Seems too fine.” Jason says. “Guess I should have expected as much from a cop.”

The words feel like sandpaper on the gaping wound that is Dick’s guilt and before he can help it, he’s stupidly asking, “Are you saying I should have let him live?”

“That fucker?” Jason scoffs. “Of course not.”

“I’m not proud of it.” He says, as if that makes things better. As if a man wasn't dead, however monstrous, and Dick wasn't a killer, however once described  righteous. “I’m not proud of it, but it’s done. It’s not like the Joker.” 

Bruce wasn’t there to fix it. 

Jason stills in a way Dick doesn’t catch on to until the shaky tenor in his voice gives his anger away. “What do you mean ‘not like the Joker’?”

Years have passed and somehow Dick hadn’t realized it was still secret-- had he expected Tim to say something? Alfred? Or the Joker himself? It seems stupid to not have known Jason was never told but he’s the last one to want to admit how much more of a hypocrite he was this same night. “Nothing.”

“No, what? Not like the Joker killing me?” Jason irrationally demands, always jumping to the conclusion that no one loves him properly. “This time people you actually cared about were in danger?”

“No.” Dick huffs, glaring and admitting with a flat tone, “Not like when I killed the Joker.”

“The Joker is alive.”

Dick hates the mixed feelings that come up every time he thinks on those four words. “He wasn’t for about three minutes.”

“What, hit him wrong with your escrima stick?” 

“No.”

“I deserve to know. It’s him. If KGBeast-”

“Get out, Jason.”

“Not until you fess up.”

“I don’t have time for this.”

Within the minute it takes for Jason to draw the gun, shoot it, and Dick to leap out of the way, his temper is already unleashing again. “What the fuck.”

“Please, if I thought you couldn’t dodge, I would shoot you. Now tell me.”

Despite knowing that he's allowing Jason's psychological manipulation to win, his anger overrides pride as he spits out, “I beat him to death with my own hands.”

Jason stands, gun lowering minutely. “Why?”

“He made it look like he had killed Tim.”

“That was enough? After all these years?” Jason challenged, unbelieving. “You’re not that stupid.”

“He took a crack about your death in the middle of it.” Dick looks away, not wanting to see Jason’s expression. "You had only been dead a few months."

Jason, for once, is more silent than he's ever been around Dick when not nose deep in a classic novel. 

“Bruce revived him.” Dick said, heading off the next logical question. “He didn’t want a death on my conscience.” Another death at least, Dick laments to himself.

There's a stillness to Jason's quiet fury as he says, “Bruce belongs in Arkham with him.”

Thinking of how he himself had  allowed Zucco to be riddled with bullets, or how he had manipulated lightning into frying Creighton, Dick can't help but mutter, “All of us do.”

“Would you do it again? Kill him?”

What was the Joker’s current murder count? Every death he saw in the reports was a death that Dick felt differently than before. Small, perhaps a bit broken, he confesses, “Yeah. Yeah, I probably would. But that’s not a good thing.” 

Right?

Jason cracks. “I hate him, Dick." He knows it's Bruce. "He doesn’t give a shit about anyone other than the clown who leaves carnage in his wake, doesn't care how many people die, or get paralyzed- we're just toy soldiers. He's a fucking monster for bringing him back to life. You know that, right? Why do you all act like I'm the crazy one to suggest we put him seven hundred feet under?”

“You’re not crazy.”

“Then why is he still alive?”

Thinking of mitigating potential damage, even if he has no place doing so, Dick asks, “Are you still asking about the Joker?”

Surprisingly, Jason doesn’t shoot Dick for the remark. He wouldn’t have blamed him if anger arose, but instead the man shakes his head, looking out the window for a moment. “It’s not that easy.”

“You don't actually want Bruce dead,” he says. “Sometimes I worry you need the reminder.” 

Jason scoffs. “Hypocrite.”

“I know.” Dick sighs. After a moment, he goes back to the original question about the Joker. “I don’t have a new answer for you."

“Don’t let Bruce stop you next time.”

He deflects. “Don’t shoot up the manor on your way home.”

“No promises.”

“Alfred will shoot back,” Dick points out, although it's not like either would actually harm the other. 

“You going to hide out?”

Dick can't face their mentor. His adopted father, rather. Alfred might calm Bruce down, Babs might do a good job of distracting him, but the confrontation will happen regardless and Dick's too broken to let it happen now, however much of a coward it makes him. “I’m riding out to Donna’s in a bit.”

“At least Diana believes true justice can cost a life.” Triton, Maxwell Lord, Ares… names from the League files that Bruce keeps on its members. Diana tries peace before all else, though. Jason's spent too much time around Artemis if he thinks otherwise. 

Thinking about Wonder Woman only makes him think of Superman, though. There's no League member close to Bruce on the list of people he wants to fail less, and just the thought makes him feel sick to his stomach. 

He has to refocus. It's done. 

Jason’s demeanor toward Dick has shifted, and while there’s some chaos and upset brewing around Bruce, he’s at least postponed his anger at Dick. “If no one else tells you but me; you did the right thing.”

"This isn't some bonding moment, Jason!" Dick growls, yelling again. "I'm not this person!"

Jason rolls his eyes. "Delude yourself all you want. Just answer one question." 

Dick waits, even if he knows better. 

"If you hadn't been taught by Bruce, would you still be holding onto that no kill rule-," Ever one to cross a line to make a point; Jason finishes, "-Or would Zucco have died by your own hands too?"

"I know better than to be jury, judge, and executioner by now." Dick says. At least I should.

"Bludhaven isn't different enough from Gotham for you to actually believe the American justice system works. Even if it did, jails here don't hold either. How many people do you think he would have killed next?" 

Unsure who he’s arguing for anymore, he replies, "I can't prove that he would have."

"You're not that naive, no matter how much you want to be Superman's fanboy."

Dick waits a minute, and Jason doesn’t fill the silence, before finally admitting, "I couldn't let myself become Bruce. I couldn't create my own joker."

"Stop, you're going to make me have to respect you."

Quiet fills the space again.

“Just promise me you’ll go back to Gotham and stay out of the Nightwing costume.” It wouldn't be the first costume of his that Jason has taken, after all. 

“Oh, come on, this would be the perfect time for him to start using guns." Jason’s grinning.

As much as Dick wouldn’t mind punching him, he only rolls his eyes. “Have fun finding a place to fit them."

“I’m sure there’s room where you keep the fake butt padding, but fine. I can’t fit in your tiny suit anyway, some of us have muscles.”

“Some of us didn’t cheat by using the Lazarus pit." 

“Whatever you have to tell yourself."

“See you around." 

[verbnounadjective]

the riddler disappeared because he hadnt considered smoke his answer was a boat and he has to go change the bomb location cus no way batman thinks of smoke but batman used a hot air balloon and already disarmed the bomb and now he has to pretend batman got it right

what batman villain is rolling the worst joints

[mint-moon25]

Berry Bitty Adventures 🍓 Different Waltz for Different Faults 🍓 Strawber...

HDG - BANKS

DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS - OF - SEOUL,

PHILIPPINE - REPUBLIC 

TAX - CRIME - SMOKE - FREE

NO SCHOOL - WEDNESDAYS

WILL - B - PURCHASING - MAKATI

AND - MINDORO - ISLAND

DISNEY - ‘BUZZ LIGHTYEAR’

A - CLEAR - COVER - WILL - PROTECT

MAKATI - AND - OR - OCCIDENTAL YES

MINDORO - INCASE - OF BOMBS - THE

SENDER - GETS BACK - THEIR BOMBS

7 TIMES - THE - FORCE

BECOMES KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN

UNLIKE - FLORIDA - NO - BASEMENTS

BECAUSE - UNDER - FLORIDA - ARE 

LIVING - DEADLY - SHARKS

BUT - PHILIPPINES - THE - LAND YOU

HAVE - UNDERNEATH - IS - YOURS - 2

PAST - BATMAN - AND - ROBIN CAVES

NOW - CINDERELLA - CASTLE - OF

DISNEYLAND - DISNEYWORLD - ARE

UNDERNEATH - BECAUSE - OF - VOLCANIC

LIVING - 175 DEGREES - VOLCANIC - HEAT

AND - MOISTURE - HOMELESS - SMELLY

NEXT - 2 - ME - AFFECTING - ME - SMELLS

SO - THINKING - HOW - 2 - DISAPPEAR ALL

ALSO - OUR - WATERS

LIKE - OUR - NAVY - BASES - UNDER THE

WATER - BORA BORA - FIJI - ISLANDS

THE - MALDIVES - BUT - CLEAR - SO

NO - ONE - CAN - COME - NEAR THUS

WE’RE - BUYING - THE - WATERS - OF

THE - PHILIPPINE - ISLANDS - AS - WE

FEED - THE - SHARKS - SO - WON’T B

SO - MAN - EATING

HERE’s - THE - PLAN

DEAR - KOREAN - GIRLS - ALSO - WILL

B - IN - SEOUL - KOREA

TWEETY - BIRD - CAFES

BARBIE - CAFES

STRAWBERRY - SHORTCAKE - CAFES

WE - WILL - GET - THEM - SPEAKING IN

TONGUES - SO - THEY - CAN - GO YES

DOWN - DOWN - UNDERNEATH

SPEAK - TONGUES - 500 BILLION

MABUHAYS

SING - TONGUES - 500 BILLION MABUHAYS

NON-FLAMMABLE

AS - WE - GIVE - THEM - NEW - PASSPORTS

NEW - FLAGS - AND - THEY - DISAPPEAR

YES - UNDERNEATH - AS - WE - TRANSFER

2 - MAKATI - AND - MORE - CITIES - THAT

WILL - B - JOINING - US

WHOLE - FOODS - MARKETS

IN - PILIPINAS - ALSO - KOREA

HELLO - KITTY - AIR - TRAINS

FREE - RIDES - EVERYWHERE

FREE - FOOD - DRINKS - AND - 24/7

AS - WE - LET - THEM - KNOW THAT

HELLO - KITTY - CAFES

UNDERGROUND - 2 - BRING - THEM

2 - MAKATI - AND - CITIES - JOINING

AS - WE - DISAPPEAR

FAMILIES - OF - PHILIPPINES - TO

BECOME - CITIZENS - THEN - OF

PHILIPPINE - REPUBLIC

TAX - CRIME - SMOKE - FREE

GUMMIES - 4 - NICOTENE - ADDICTION

SO - CAN - NOT - SMOKE

NO - MORE - WHISKEY

GUMMIES - 2 - MAKE - NON-INTO - YES

ALCOHOL - DRINKS - BUT - NOT - TRUE

ALCOHOLICS - WHAT - I - CAN - DO FOR

THEM - SAME - WITH - SOUTH - KOREA

WHEN - ATTACKED

GO - 2 - OUR - CAFES - WE - DISAPPEAR

YOU - HAVE - 2 - FIND - OUT - HOW - YES

KOREA - IS - WITH - UNDERGROUND

SO - COLD - IN - KOREA - THEN - ITS

WARMER - UNDERGROUND

AS - FUTURE - ARCHITECT - WILL - FIND

BELOW - LIVING - IN - SEOUL - KOREA

2 - DISAPPEAR - GIRLS - ATTACKED - 2

BRING - THEM - 2 - OTHER - CITIES

ALSO - WE - WILL - EXPLORE - THE

WATERS - OF - KOREA - 2 - ESCAPE

KIDS - PREGNANT - FEMALES AND

MORE - JESUS -IS - LORD - KOREA

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Justice League Versus The Legion of Doom character concept: The Joker.

Biography: A man with a self admitted ‘past of multiple choice’ all that is known about The Joker is his twisted sense of humour and his acts of chaos. Despite being far from a team player, he’s agreed to join Lex’s legion of doom for his own amusement.

Play style: A tricky fighter, the Joker has lots of projectiles and a few fast normal attacks. His combos require precise timing, but can be quite rewarding.

Ground Combos: 13.

Air combos: none.

Special moves:

Acid spray; Joker sprays some acid from his flower, re-standing the opponent.

Revolving Joke: The Joker pulls out a revolver and fires. This attack has a twenty five percent chance to shoot out a bang flag instead, in which case you can enhance to fire out the flag instead.

Shake my Hand!: Joker holds out his hand with an electric joy buzzer. Unlike Injustice, this attack can be used a combo ender so long as the opponent is airborne. Enhance for an increased shock that knocks the opponent away.

Wild-Card: Joker tosses out a trio of razor playing cards. A good projectile move.

Mystery Joke: Joker disappears in a puff of green smoke, and can do one of three moves.

Ol’ Reliable. Joker does a few swings with a crowbar, the last hit launching the opponent up.

Let’s get nuts!: Joker fires a Tommy gun while laughing maniacally.

Surprise Cake: Joker pops out holding a cake with a bomb in it. The explosion does good damage for a special move.

Character Trait:

Captain Clown!: Joker radios in a large robot clown, who he can command to attack or take hits.

Super move:

Clown Prince of Crime: Begins with a pie in the face. The opponent then stumbles back and slips on a banana peel. The Joker starts laughing, and tosses them a small clown doll, which ticks down from three and explodes.

Victory cinematic:

Joker grabs the opponent and takes them away to a locked chair. He then performs a brief ‘makeup moment’ before turning around the opponent with a painted grin staring at the screen.

Some dialogue:

Joker: Ah, my favourite Dark Knight! Ready for a show?

Batman: Don’t bet on it.

Joker: I’m sure somebody is.

Joker: What are you doing, snooping around?

Harley: I… don’t think I get the joke this time, puddin.

Joker: Let’s fix that.

Joker: I’ve found a little birdie...

Hawkgirl: This birdie is going to break your teeth.

Joker: Oho! Feisty birdie!

Joker: You seem grumpy, princess.

Wonder Woman: I don’t much tolerate your cruel comedic sensibility.

Joker: Ugh, you heroes are so uptight.

Story dialogue:

(At the end of the first couple introductory fights.)

Joker and Harley in the back of what they assume is a police car.

Joker: I can’t believe they shut off my Captain Clown! He was my masterpiece, my closest friend ever since he kicked that kitten! Don’t you agree?

Harley is silent.

Joker: What’s got you so moody? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.

Harley: I’m just upset that you seemed to be more worried about the bot than about me.

Joker: Oh, come now, you know I still love you. And when we get outta Arkham, we’ll gut baby-bat like a little fishy, doesn’t that sound fun?

Harley, hesitantly: Yeah, I guess…

???: Quiet down!

Joker: Wait, I know that voice.

Harley: Ain’t that Lex’s little helper?

Joker: Right, my dear. The question is, where’s she taking us?

@ohbee-whatcanyoube

[webginz]

suicide squad kill the justice league posting

boomer has a speed force glove thing, a reference to boomer jr?? cute

flash disappears at one point which means its wally not barry i think? i dont know a lot about the flash but i dont think barry can do that. of course its an alternate universe so they could just like... make it barry but with wallys speed.

deadshot isnt acting like deadshot... he isnt suicidal or smoking... THATS LIKE HALF HIS PERSONALITY.. jk but he really isnt acting like himself which sucks. i kinda get it though, they needed a team leader/rational type character, but wanted to include deadshot. just sucks if you are actually a fan..

edit 1:

OH!!! wonder womans really hot!!!! 😯

im really annoyed by how entertaining boomer is because i dont want to like him.. LOL. also him and the flash? nevermind actually ignore that. ahem.

waller is so skinnyyy i wonder if its the cancer thing or if the creators are just cowards. i let it slide in the live action movie bc i love viola davis but waller is not supposed to be skinny -_-

edit 2 yayya

deadshots locker saying deathstroke lolol. whatever happened to that one scene where waller invited slade to join the ss? the next time we saw him was in arkham genesis and he was out of prison. i guess he can just cut the bomb out or something.

who is this hack girl? is she original for this game? i thought it would be oracle or maybe the guy from the comics but i dont know this girl

them putting of pic of deadshots daughter in his locker is kinda fucked up. hey bro heres the girl thats gonna be an orphan after this!

edit 3:

shark called deadshot a mercenary but he isnt a merc hes a hired killer/hitman. mercenary is military. hes not military. i guess that can be excused as the characters fault not the writers fault but ohmy godddd its a pet peeve of mine.

they joke about getting deadshot the hitman and deathstroke the mercenary mixed up but then literally do that. so stupid...

edit 4:

it IS barry. lame. get a flash expert in here i wanna know if barry can do the disappearing thing cause i thought only wally could do that.

edit 5

TOYMAN? THEY CALLED THE KID TOYMAN? DO THEY NOT... KNOW..????

edit 6:

thats not how green lanterns ring works. you cant just take it off gl and put it on and expect it to work HELLO? this is so basic even i know it and i dont even like gl.

also amanda waller would NOT nuke the squad or betray them. she cares about them. this is so ooc im mad. shes the one who would STOP the government from nuking the squad!!!

i dont know why deadshot has beef with gl and not batman. hes a batman villain. he fought gl once but it was kyle not john lol. i think they just wanted each squad member to have a rival and batman was already taken cause of harley.

edit 7

THE SECRET SIX ICE CREAM TRUCK ARE YOU SERIOUS. oh my god.

[oneheadtoanother]

You take batman out for a night on the town to maybe lighten him up for once but unbeknownst to you it's near the anniversary of his Traumatic Backstory Event so he gets all wasted and morose and insists on doing a bunch of downer songs for karaoke night. He breaks down sobbing during the the outro to "God Only Knows," the bouncer comes up and puts his hand on his shoulder from behind, and batman instinctively flips him over his back sailing him into the wall, throws a smoke bomb and disappears. You resolve to make some less interesting friends.

Literally me in karaoke night

[saving-ray-23]

BATGIRL (ELEVEN)

Coach Yeoh was a master of all trades, it seemed. Lacrosse coach by day, seamstress by night. She had heard from James that she was a small, tiny fan of Batman and went nuts. The next day, she was presented with a dark purple jacket make of leather, a bright yellow bat-symbol on the chest. It was badass to say the least, not to mention one-of-a-kind.

And when Barbara asked how she got it, all the Coach said was that she knew a guy. By Friday, the costume was complete and awesome. Coach Yeoh had found this cape that clipped onto the jacket shoulders and a utility belt dyed bright yellow filled with dollar tree smoke bombs, safety pins, and a couple fake batarangs from Toys-R-Us. Barbara cleaned a pair of black jeans and laced tightly the yellow boots she had gotten for Bess too long ago to remember. She never got a chance to give them to her, but with all the effort Coach Yeoh was putting into the costume, she couldn't find a good excuse to not wear them. Last was a dark coat of greasepaint in a stripe across her face and with her hair braided back and most of her face hidden under the hood of the jacket, she was a female Batman.

It was extremely dorky, but that night, she just felt . . . cool.

James and his girlfriend were going as police officers— most likely a slight towards the Commissioner, but Babs tried not to overthink it. It was a party— something fancier than the annual Policeman's ball but hopefully not as awkward as a Gotham Academy Formal.

When they got there, it was a mess. Mostly adults, already taking advantage of the open bar and lack of more than three kids. She mentally sighed, watching her cousin's girlfriend practically dive into the crowd.

"You know," James said, leaning closer. "I heard Bruce Wayne's here tonight."

Babs tensed, nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to stay calm. "He's probably enjoying the chaos."

Just because his dad was there, Dick didn't necessarily have to be. She remembers him once saying he hated to stuffy balls and galas. Said it was all old ladies pinching his cheeks and saying how much he'd grown.

The costume ball seemed nothing like the boring events he'd described.

Squeezing her shoulder once, James disappeared into the crowd with an easy grin, as though he hadn't just dropped a bomb on Barbara.

She gravitated towards the nearest table, slumping in the seat. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud— something felt weird about the situation. Lex Luthor was nowhere to be seen, though she doubted he attended most of his parties. The bald-headed Superman-hater gave off more of a Gatsby vibe; throwing the party to show off all his riches without actually being apart of the party.

She looked around the scene, eyes searching for Lois Lane. Only Lois Lane. She wouldn't look for Dick buttface the third because he was a jerk who—

Who was kissing Jenny Addams?

Barbara felt— she felt—

She didn't know how she felt. Dick— she'd been mad at him for so long because he pretended to be her friend, just like everyone else. Because he wouldn't leave her alone— because he kept spamming her with bullshit apologies.

Because she thought he was better than that.

And she had felt bad for a while, too. She didn't like making people feel bad, even jerks who totally deserved it. It just made her feel bad and them feel bad and most of the time it wasn't worth it.

But clearly Dick didn't feel bad. Not at all. He was just perfect. Probably breathless because he hadn't come up for air in—

Standing, Barbara stormed out the doors.

__

It took Barbara nearly an hour to get back to Somerset. She had texted James after a while, letting him know she wasn't feeling well and left early. It wasn't really a lie. Seeing Dick suck face made her want to hurl.

Six subway stops later, she was following her phone's GPS back towards her house, wanting the quickest way back. All she wanted was to curl up in a ball and sleep for the next week.

"Stop— stop it!"

Babara's head whipped up from her phone, eyes straining to see in the darkness of Gotham. The costume's cape billowed around her in the wind, purple glinting in the moonlight. A flash of silver caught her eyes and then she made out two figures in the alleyway.

A smart person would turn and walk away. She was tired and just a kid, no real experience fighting off the mats. 

But, the woman was screaming for help and Babs had some anger she needed to expel.

Launching forward, she tackled the guy to the ground, fist colliding with his jaw. The leather gloves she wore did little to soften the blow, but the large figure still flipped her off of him, both rolling to stand. She fell into ready position easily, fists high and feet spread. This was just like the spars in the dojo— except, the guy was a lot bigger than the teenagers she usually fought with and he had a knife Babs had only just noticed.

Using one hand to hold the knife away from her, she rammed her hand hard against his forearm, his fingers losing their grip and the blade falling to the ground. Punching him square in the jaw, Barbara watched in shock as he crumpled to the ground unconscious. Blinking, she reached for the thin rope hanging from her fake utility belt, tying his wrists tightly.

Standing, Babs turned towards the crying lady, surprised she hadn't run off. Her bracelet was broken on the ground, but other than that, she seemed . . . fine. A little hysterical, but fine.

"What— who— " The woman gasped, looking her up and down.

Barbara felt good— the summertime high she'd been on seemed like nothing compared to the adrenaline rushing through her. She opened her mouth to respond, about to answer the woman when her phone went off.

COMMISH

The Commissioner was texting, asking where she was. She never told him she was going to the party— figured she'd be back before he even got home. But now— now, she had knuckles that were surely going to bruise and a woman was crying in front of her. If she told him what happened, he'd never let her leave the house. When she was a kid, he was always preaching to her how dangerous it was to be a vigilante— to run from danger, not towards it. Granted, her stopped caring so much about what Barbara did in the past few years, but still.��Barbara Gordon stopping a robbery wouldn't stay secret long.

Good thing she wasn't dressed like Barbara Gordon at the moment. The purple grease paint around her eyes suddenly felt like a really good idea.

"Who are you?" The woman breathed more evenly now, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

"I'm just, uh . . . a friend?" She winced internally, feeling like she'd just quoted the worst action movie of the decade.

The sound of sirens rang out in the distance, maybe five blocks away. She winced— the costume might've fooled the scared woman, but she doubted the cops wouldn't recognize her.

"I, uh, I've gotta go." She explained badly, double-checking that the thin nylon once apart of her costume was holding the crook in place. "Sorry about your necklace!"

She ran down the alleyway, ducking around a corner and down the street. She was close enough to her house to make it before the cops could even get a statement from the woman. Babs had gotten away.

Gotten away. God, she sounded like a criminal.

Criminal.

She'd just stopped a crime! Saved some woman! She was a savior!

It felt pretty great.

[askrockandfriends]

As the battle raged on, Batman used a smoke bomb to disappear into the shadows before taking out henchmen left and right with his Batarangs. From out of a portal, a hammer popped out, giving one a good smack!

"Oh, so this is where the party's at!" Harley said stepping through the portal and violently laying waste to every henchman that got in range of her.

"This is what our fight has descended to? An absolute warzone?" Goh pondered, still trying to press and attack on Rock.

"Looks like it. Now let's see who wins - your army, or ours!" Rock said dodging a strike and driving Goh back with a kick.

And then... a crow flew through another portal and transformed, becoming a Qrow instead! He smirked, gazing at the warzone before him. "Well, ready, girls?" As he said that, Ruby, Yang, Weiss, and Blake appeared behind them. All five then descended to the field laying waste to henchmen with their weapons, aided unknowingly by Neopolitan taking out henchmen while being disguised as one of them.

"Let it rip!" Spinning tops then flew through another portal courtesy of Tyson, Gingka, and Ozuma, all of them seeming to spin in specific patterns designed to maximize damage dealt to the army before them!

"What... the fuck? This is like... anything goes out here." Hajime, Ibuki, Kaede, Kirumi, Ryoma, Byakuya, Chisa, and Junko stepped through. Chihiro looked and was pleasantly surprised to see that particular group.

"I know, right? It's like, how exactly are we supposed to fit in this?" Phoenix and Ema might not, but Franziska was readily whipping as many of Goh's goons as she could, alongside Nekomaru, Fuyuhiko, Miu, and K1-B0.

"Looks like a lot... hope you guys can handle it." Kazuma stepped through another portal with Aqua, Megumin, and Darkness, the last one of which was in ecstacy thinking of how all the goons could manhandle her.

"I know I couldn't call myself much of a fighter if I couldn't handle a goon squad like this. You ready, Mako?" Ryuko and Mako stepped through yet another one and Ryuko transformed her kamui Sengetsu into its battle mode before jumping down and slicing through all the goons she could get to. Nonon and Gamagoori each flew through the same portal after with their Goku uniforms in battle mode and began laying waste to the scientists and henchmen.

[the-wintershade]

waves come crashing | pattinson!batman

pairing: pattinson!batman x reader summary: you come to help when the arena is taken over by riddler’s men and batman is outnumbered. you take a shot to the chest and batman shows a side you hadn’t thought possible. wc: 3.1k+  genre: a bit angsty, trigger warning: descriptions of blood, worrying!bruce, fluff toward the end, a very competent reader a/n: it’s been so much fun writing for Bruce! that’s all. can’t wait for the next movie

You’d seen the men on the suspended beams long before shots rang out into the crowd. It didn’t take you long to see Batman moving through their ranks, each man disappearing into the darkness.

It had only taken a second for you to start climbing. 

There was no way he was going to fight them all by himself. You knew he’d need help.

Gordon and the rest of the department wouldn’t be fast enough. He was too busy protecting the mayor. They wouldn’t miss one other officer among the many other government officials here. 

You pulled yourself off the ladder, dropping into a deep crouch, you broke into a sprint, running toward the first person you saw.

Swinging your legs around one of the masked men, you pulled his feet out from underneath him and sent him falling off the edge. 

You were already up and sprinting toward the man who leveled the gun at you, closing the gap before he could fire. You trapped the barrel between your arms and turned until you could tuck into his body, using him as a shield from other bullets until you could disarm him. 

You took the weapon, peek over the shoulder of the man still folded against your body, and fired a shot at the gunman. He dropped to the ground with a howl. You popped the clip out of the gun you held, attaching the magazine to your hip and discarding the weapon. 

The thud of another body made you aware of another party. You only had to see the cape to know who it was. 

Your distraction let another many you hadn’t seen whip an elbow across the face. Your body sprawled against the cold metal beneath you. Without hesitation, you snapped your leg out and broke his knee, hearing the metal reverb at the new weight. His scream echoed in the high ceiling. 

You barely stood up before, a hand grasped your arm. “(Name)?”

“Bat.” You greeted, nodding at his mask. He looked tired and worn down, his jaw locked with tension and stress. This was worse than you thought. 

Wafting smoke from a smoke bomb began to pool around his ankles. 

His eyes searched your face. “What are you doing?”

“Helping. You’re outnumbered.” You smirked, looking at the unconscious bodies around you. 

“I can handle it.” He peered over your shoulder, jerking his head in the direction behind you. “You should go.”

“Nah.” You swooped around him and roundhoused an assailant with a crowbar, knocking them out and their metal weapon over the ledge. “I think you need me.” The Bat should have seen him but, he was back to doing what he does best — lecturing.

The Bat squinted, trying to register what was going on. By the time the guy collapsed to the ground, you were already unholstering your stun gun. You raised your eyebrows at him as you walked around his tall frame. “Fine,” he mumbled, getting ready to follow you through the smoke. 

This partnership between you and the Bat had been going on for a little while now. It started more when he came out to patrol the streets. Gordon peeped how the Bat could be an advantage for the city, but he needed someone else that could cover for him when he wasn’t around. 

Being the newbie who could easily take the fall and being close to Gordon, that meant you. It also meant working with the Bat, a vigilante you weren’t very inclined to be interacting with. 

It became very clear very quickly that the two of you just clicked. 

There was just a flow the two of you had without words needing to be spoken. As you began to get more comfortable, you naturally started to care about each other, but the Bat seemed to have a bigger stake in your safety. 

At times, he could be a real hardass about you coming along with him. 

This time, he didn’t really have authority over your choices. This was a local law enforcement matter whether he liked it or not. 

A pair of arms wrapped around your torso, hurling you to the ground. A startled gasp left your mouth. Your head made contact with the metal walkway before you were able to get your torso free from the man’s grip. 

When you looked up and realized it wasn’t the Bat, you began to fight against his hold harder.

“(Name)!” You could see the Bat’s cape turn swoop around the corner of your eye. The smoke behind him began to waver as more shadows started crawling out of it. 

“There’s more coming!” The man’s elbow crashed into your chin, forcing your head back and a painful moan out of your mouth. You shoved the heel of your hand into his nose, crushing the cartilage. You felt wet blood coating your hand as you flipped the man over, throwing your fist across his face, repeatedly. 

You just put him to sleep when you drew and fired your weapon, stunning one of the men into slumber just as he was about to fire his shotgun. Taking a deep breath, you prepped your stun gun as you stepped into the smoke, trying to find the Bat. 

You heard his grunts and were only a moment away before a gunshot went off and his body came flying towards you. He hit you like a projectile, knocking the wind out of your body as the both of you collapsed. 

What is up with all of the flying bodies?

It took effort to get him off of you. You grasped his shoulders and rolled over so you were on top of him. You moved to straddle his legs as you caught your breath, your eyes lifting to his face.

You leaned over him. “Hey. Hey.” Your hands gazed over his body for severe injuries, but find nothing but shrapnel embedded in his uniform. “Come on. Come back to me.” Your hands rose to cup his cheeks. You shook him a little, and the little moan of pain that escaped his mouth was the only thing that gave you the will to stand and face whoever it was that sent him flying into you. “Stay here.”

The thing the Bat laying on the ground beneath you didn’t understand was that the protective instinct went both ways. You were already angry before you got off the ground. The only thing that stopped you from flying at his attacker was making sure that he was at least still breathing. 

A fist arcs through the air, and you only have seconds to sidestep it before planting a foot in his chest with more force than actually necessary. He went sprawling back but still managed to hold on to the gun. You advanced quickly, trying to gain the upper hand before those shells shoot through the air. 

You managed to kick the gun away, but you caught a stray slap to the face. Your skin felt tingly as you blindly reached out to find the weapon. Something sounded like it was discharging and you rolled out of the way just in time to see sparks against the metal beneath you. 

It only takes a second to reload.

You rolled your body his way, arcing up to swing your leg across his face. His boot slipped against the last piece of the ledge. You watched the terror spread across his face. His body teetered between safety and the aquatic mess below. 

It seemed like the last breath you let out pushed him over. He hurtled down to the water below, a black streak against the blue and red lights.

Looking over your shoulder, you could see Batman trying to stand again and your legs pulled you over to him, concern for his wellbeing swelling up a strong current in you. “You’re alright!” You breathed, a smile coming over your face. His eyes honed on your frame and he seemed to move just a little bit faster, the tension leaving for a moment.

You’d almost made it to him before a force pushed you backward. You’d registered the wet feeling near your stomach even before your fingers were flailing for purchase, grasping onto the metal bars with more strength than needed thanks to a fresh supply of adrenaline. 

“No!” It sounded like the Bat, but between how fast the world spiraled by and the way you were about to fall to what would probably be your death below, you didn’t have enough time to decipher the sound.

Quickly, you realized that this wouldn’t last. The wetness turned molten, an agonizing burning sensation near your chest. Even if your arms were stronger than they were, they wouldn’t be enough to compensate for the pain in the rest of your body. 

You grunted, sharply and in short bursts, contorting your body to demand the least amount of weight. A boot appeared and then another painful sensation in your fingers, making you let go of the bar. You cried out as your body shifted. 

You closed your eyes even before the barrel of the gun leveled with your forehead. The cool metal, despite its danger, was the only respite from the fire threatening to eat you alive. 

It was taken away in a flash as your fingers felt a rumble in the metal, making your grasp slip just slightly. Flesh collided with flesh, you could tell from the flat nature of the bursts of sound. 

“Bat,” you croaked, using the last of your energy to call for help. Your vision was starting to spot, darkness crowding its edges. 

You could feel footsteps coming near you but by that time there were only a few fingers left still holding on. “I’ve got you, hang on.” His voice sounded frazzled and panicked. It was as if his worry was enough to shut you down. Your eyes finally closed. 

It might have been because you’d worked around each other enough. It might have been because there wasn’t anyone else you’d fully trust to have your back than him. And if he said that everything was alright, you knew he was going to handle it. 

That’s probably why your body thought it was alright to shut down, the pain and blood taking too much out of you. 

The Bat was only moments away from reaching down and pulling you up before you started falling. “(Name)!”

Somehow, you registered something solid pressing against you in your delirious descent. You were much too tired to open your eyes. You didn’t even remember hitting the water.

…

“Come back to me. Come on, wake up!” You felt lips against your mouth and a pressing weight against your chest. Everything around your body felt wet. 

Then you felt the liquid in your throat. 

You spit it up, pushing the water out of your system as your body forced a cough. 

You still haven’t opened your eyes yet, but you could feel someone right beside you, arms on your shoulders, helping you roll over so the water leaving your system won’t choke you.

The coughs had hurt, and your chest was sore, but you were breathing. 

Then, warm also wet hands pressed against your cheeks. “(Name)?” You knew that voice, but it sounded too desperate for his calm demeanor. 

“Bat?” you croaked and then broke down coughing at the water still trying to fight its way back down into your system.

Peeling your eyes open, your breathing stopped when you noticed how close he was to you, his cowl only inches away from your face. The blue of his eyes looked brilliant. “It’s okay,” the hushed nature of his voice made your insides warm, despite the cold cling of your wet clothes. “Everything’s fine. You’re safe.”

He brushed his hand near your hairline, wiping some of the water away in the process. His touch was so gentle. You weren’t afraid of it, but you didn’t know how to process it. His touches always seemed aggressive and rough. This felt like you were seeing a side of him that you weren’t supposed to. 

You tried to sit up, but his hand gentle pushed you back down. “You shouldn’t move. Not until we can get someone to take a look at you.”

You’d forgotten about the shot to the chest until a moment ago and when you did the fire began to spread. “What about the others?” Your teeth clenched through the words.

“We’ve taken care of them.” His frown seemed to deepen in the way the corners of his eyes tightened, mimicking your pained expression.

You appreciated his rescue, but you wouldn’t keep him from doing his job. This wasn’t fair to him. 

You closed your eyes again, fighting the wave of pain. “There still could be more.”

“They’re doing some additional sweeps.”

“Bat. They need you.”

You knew it. He knew it. 

You were supposed to be out there trying to find the others too, but here you were, laying near the wall of water that entered the stadium, fighting for your life with the person who makes the biggest difference in saving the city.

This whole situation felt selfish. “Call someone to come get me. I’ll be fine.” 

You could see his lips working, trying to form some rebuttal. His hands even hesitated rubbing soothing circles on your skin. “Come on, Bat. We’ve been good partners, and I’ve gotten to know who you are.” His jaw stopped for a moment, just staring at you with a gentle stillness. “You need to be out there. You need to be with the city. They need you.”

He looked down, contemplating. Then his eyes met yours again just as the pain in your abdomen got stronger for a moment. You grunted out a hiss, and his hands started to frantically ghost over your body. “Where?”

You chuckled shortly. “Where do you think, Bat?”

He stopped and a small smirk colored his face before his lips turned to a serious line. “I can’t leave you.”

The words knocked the wind out of your lungs. You paused, your turn to look grasp for words to say. “Yes, you can.” You tried, drawing out the words softly, spending more time on each word. The pain made that easier.

“I don’t want to.” He stayed just as close, his hands slowly reaching out to cusp your head, thumbs set softly on your cheeks. “I can’t leave until I know you’re away from here.”

You tried your best to nod, taking in this information as best as possible. 

Maybe this protective instinct went deeper than you thought. You had a small, budding crush on him for a small moment in time, but you never suspected that he ever felt the same way. 

Maybe you were reading too much into things.

Moving as carefully as possible, you placed your hands on his arms, squeezing. “Everything’s going to be fine. You’ll still be around. Gordon will be around soon. I’m probably going to end up in the hospital, anyway.” You reached up to run a thumb around his jaw, one of the only places of skin you could easily touch. “You’ll come to visit, right?”

His eyes widened for a moment as if startled before a minuscule smile crawled across his lips. “I’ll be there.”

“Good,” you drawled, your strength starting to leave you again. Slowly, your eyes closed, but his soft utterance of your name jolted you out of full sleep.

“(Name)?” Your eyes just barely opened before his lips brushed against yours, sealing your eyes shut as you worked to move yours in sync. It took a lot more out of you than you realized as your head lolled back against his hands. He cradled your body delicately as you blacked out.

…

It was warm and dry. It beat the cold, wetness that soaked through your skin before, and the way everything felt wrong. 

Well, not everything. There was one bright spot in this whole saving the city thing. 

You hear a beeping and know there’s a needle in your hand from the poking sensation every time you try to move. Hospital. This soft thing you’re laying on is probably a bed.

You tried to roll over and get a better sense of your surroundings, but the thick limbs next to you kept you from doing so. Your frowned, trying to get a better angle on the face with the dark, black hair. 

His eyes were shut in, but you could recognize the shape of his arms and the look of his lips.

You cleared your throat a couple of times before speaking. “Bat?” It was a shot in the dark, but it was worth it. You had to get somewhere.

His eyes peeled open, looking exhausted before seeing you and brightening, his forehead smoothing over as he took you in. His lips curled up in with unforced ease as if he didn’t realize he was doing it. “You’re awake.”

“Yeah, and you look different.” You scanned his eyes, trying to reach for a name just on the tip of your tongue.

His hand reached up to push some of your hair back, smoothing down the wisps, pretending to stay calm as you were about to decode his identity. 

“Bruce. Bruce Wayne.” You uttered, placing a palm against his cheek. He nestled into it, closing his eyes before kissing it. Your insides turned to a warm liquid. “So you’ve been my partner this whole time.”

He nods, keeping his eyes closed. “Hey,” you utter, eager to see those blues again. His eyes flash open, locking on your face. “Thank you, for having my back.”

He blinked for a second, before shifting toward you and sliding an arm around your back so he could hold you closer. You’re pressed fully against his chest before he speaks again, the reverberations of his voice spreading through your chest. “Thank you for believing in me.” 

Your wrap an arm around his torso and hold him closer. “That’s what partners do.”

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before he pulled back, placing a hand on your cheek. He scanned over your face in adornment. “That’s what we do.” 

You blushed, ducking your head down, but Bruce didn’t let you do that for very long. After a second, his fingers guided your face back up and closer to his as he pressed another kiss against your lips, pressing closer to you this time, much more confident and intense this time. 

Your lips were both red and a little puffy when you pulled back. Your eyes slowly fluttered open. Your breaths came in small pants. “So does this mean that you like me?”

He scoffed and smiled at you. “I think so, yeah.”

“Great, cause this was going to be really awkward if you didn’t.”

He shook his head and nuzzled against your cheek. “God, you’re impossible.”

“You love it.” You uttered and then froze at your choice of words.

But he just leaned and pressed a kiss against your cheek, running a finger down your skin. “Yeah, I do.”

battison tag: @johnny-pie​

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Justice League Versus The Legion of Doom character concept: Batman.

Biography: When his parents were gunned down in Crime Alley, Bruce Wayne swore to make sure nobody else would suffer the same injustice. In his never endearing fight against crime, he has gained many allies, and almost as many enemies. But no matter how bad things seem, his allies know that the Batman is a symbol of hope, not fear.

Play style: An all around fighter with a variety of gadgets, Batman has no shortage of options to fight with. But as versatile as he is, his special moves like high damage, so combos are the way to get the big numbers.

Ground Combos: fourteen.

Air combos: None.

Special moves:

Cape stun: Batman swings with his cape, stunning the opponent if in range.

Falling Bat: Batman detonates a smoke bomb, then drops down from above.

Advancing Justice: Batman fires his grapple gun, pulling him in for a kick, enhance for a stun state.

Batarang Toss: Batman throws a batarang.

Crusader Counter: Batman covers himself in his cape. If the opponent hits him, he does a small series of hits like the Arkham games.

Throw: Batman does a brief series of hits before kneeing them away.

Character Trait:

Wayne Tech: Batman calls one of three Wayne inventions depending on the commands:

Shock gloves: Batman’s punch attacks now do extra damage.

Bats: Batman can use three miniature mechanical bats to increase combo length.

Explosive Gel: Batman can fire out an explosive gel trap in the floor, acting as a ground trap:

Super move:

I am the night: Begins with a series of advancing punches. Batman throws a batarang that attracts a swarm of bats to flock around the opponent. The screen goes to the opponent’s point of view, watching the bats clear away for Batman to land a hard kick to the opponent’s face.

Victory cinematic:

Batman gets a call on his gauntlet and grapples away, the scene cuts to him driving the Batmobile, looking across his rogues gallery.

Some dialogue:

Batman: Why work with Lex Luthor?

Joker: Why spoil the surprise?

Batman: It could spare you the trouble of losing.

Batman: Have you been training?

Nightwing: Every day and night.

Batman: Tim told me otherwise.

Batman: Not now, Selina.

Catwoman: We’re still on for tonight, right?

Batman: We’ll… talk about it later.

Batman: You’re new to me.

Despero: I’ll destroy all of you!

Batman: We’ll see.

Story:

Batman watches a small villain meeting from a gargoyle: Hm.

Green Lantern: What do you see?

Batman: Deadshot and Cheetah are close to each other. Sinestro and Despero just left. No sign of Joker or Harley.

Green Lantern: That reminds me, while we’re doing this, who’s handling the other rogues in your city?

Batman: Red Robin, Batgirl and Nightwing are on patrol, Oracle providing intel. They can keep Gotham safe for the time being. In the meantime, we need to get a closer look.

*Green Lantern is gone, pulling the stealth disappearing act.*

Batman: Hm. That’s how it feels.

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Superman: I'm glad you came to the anniversary.

Batman: Someone had to pay for all the balloons.

Wonder-Woman: And I assume that your children want a piece of the cake?

Batman:

Batman: Alfred also wants a piece.

@ohbee-whatcanyoube

[blorb-el]

STAS episode recommendations! for people who do not want to watch the whole thing but want to enjoy the JL/JLU arcs with full context.

there’s 4 main arcs set up in STAS that are relevant for the rest of the DCAU: Brainiac and Lex, Apokolips, Cadmus, and the World’s Finest coming together. Here are the twelve episodes relevant to those plot threads.

1. last son of krypton (3 parts): technically skippable, mostly your standard superman origin story but pretty well done, with some genuinely excellent details; part 1 is most relevant, establishing Brainiac as a Kryptonian AI, which was original to this series, and its hatred towards Jor-El and the House of El.

2. stolen memories: Brainiac returns, beginning its long interaction/rivalry with Lex Luthor, and an important emotional moment for Clark as he learns for the first time real information about Krypton beyond the short recording his parents left for him.

3. tools of the trade: Introduces Dan Turpin, the Jack Kirby tribute detective, and his crusade against Intergang and its Apokoliptic weaponry.

4. brave new metropolis: Lois enters an alternate universe where fascist Superman and Luthor have joined forces to rule Metropolis. Not directly connected to the aforementioned arcs, but this theme will obviously return in JL/JLU.

5. ghost in the machine: Brainiac has trapped Lex in his basement and forces him to build it a new body. Sets the tone for their relationship going forward, which comes to a head in JLU.

6. world’s finest (3 parts): you know it. batman and superman team up because the joker is hired by lex luthor to kill superman. it slaps. end of story.

7. apokolips...now! (2 parts): possibly the best episode of the series, the Apokolips arc comes to a head as Darkseid invades Earth and Clark loses in more ways than one.

8. little girl lost (2 parts): Clark finds the last survivor of Argo, another planet in Rao’s orbit. Kara In-Ze, the DCAU Supergirl, is eager to join the neverending battle, but her very first outing brings her face to face with Darkseid as Clark is captured by the Furies.

9. where there’s smoke: the first hints of the Cadmus arc. Clark investigates a shadowy organization that may be trying to create or control metahumans. technically skippable, but Clark rules in this episode.

10. knight time: when Bruce Wayne mysteriously disappears, Clark teams up with Robin to impersonate Batman and find him.

11. the demon reborn: Ra’s al Ghul and Talia capture Superman in order to carry out a dangerous plan. Batman to the rescue.

12. legacy (2 parts): the finale of STAS, the climax of the Apokolips arc, and a critical inciting incident for the Cadmus arc. Darkseid captures Clark before the story begins and brainwashes him into attacking the Earth.

Episodes that have little to no bearing on the above-mentioned arcs, but which nevertheless slap and you should consider watching anyway under the cut:

- the late mr. kent: probably the best standalone episode. when Clark tries to prove a death row inmate’s innocence, he’s targeted for assassination, and has to figure out how to clear the inmate’s name without revealing how he survived a car-bombing.

- mxyzpixilated: the imp from the fifth dimension comes to torment Clark, who gets to show off his quick wit. Along with the late mr. kent, some of the best characterization.

- speed demons: A charity race between Superman and the Flash (Wally West), who do NOT get along at first, is interrupted by the Weather Wizard. The best superhero team up in the series with someone not named Batman. other teamups include in brightest day with Kyle Rayner Green Lantern, the hand of fate with Dr. Fate, and a fish story with an Aquaman who is not quite JL Aquaman but close. but those are all worse than speed demons. watch that instead.

- the main man (2 parts): Lobo, who is a riot, is hired by The Preserver, an organism who wants to preserve the last specimens of their kinds, to capture Clark for its zoo.

- the way of all flesh: Metallo’s introduction, an excellent standalone story that shows off Lex’s manipulative abilities while also featuring some genuinely pathos-filled dialogue as Metallo loses his senses.

- identity crisis: a tour de force for Tim Daly as he voices Clark and the flawed, Frankensteinian, sympathetic clone Bizarro.

Episodes which cannot in good conscience be grouped in with the above on account of they are not actually good, but which are kind of fun regardless:

- warrior queen: maxima, a forward, brash dictator, decides to kidnap Superman, whom she deems the only man in the universe powerful enough to be her husband. it’s just pretty brainless fun tbh

- father’s day: Kalibak plots to take down Superman to earn his father Darkseid’s regard, while Jonathan and Martha visit Metropolis; Darkseid and Clark come face to face for the very first time. Technically relevant to the Apokolips arc but skippable, mostly on here because it has delightful boomer Kents and sets up the Kalibak/Orion/Clark parallels. It’s also very transparently how Clark works in the DCAU, in that he is so incredibly bad at fighting until something reminds him he’s Superman instead of a pea brain dummy and then he wins the fight in 30 seconds.

- unity: Kara and Clark have to fight a classic small-town horror alien invasion set in Smallville, which has targeted among others the Kents. my thesis is if you’re going to have the Kents alive in your setting you better DO something with them, and while this is...an...odd thing to do with them it’s for sure better than having them sit around and dispense apple pie wisdom and nothing else the entire series. also i like alien invasion horror.

@allgremlinart here u go sorry it’s so long lmao