#i just think that Tim Drake and Jason Todd- >>>>>>

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

selfishly, just once.

[clemmmmmmmmmmmmmm]

Heeeyyyyyy can you do one with all the batboys but the scenario is that your making out with them and then all of a sudden someone walks in and it’s like a funny awkward moment P.S I absolutely LOVE ❤️ your writing ✍️

“We’re kissing in the bathroom,Girl.I hope nobody catch us,But i kinda hope they catch us.”

Batboys x reader : getting caught making out

Request by @jakiicomics,My first ask ever!!! Thank you 💛💛my asks/requests are open

Bruce Wayne

Bruce is not the kind of guy who’s careless in public… or private.

But when he lets himself go — really go — it’s intense. He kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. And he rarely lets anyone see that side.

So when the door swings open (probably Alfred, Lucius, or a poor intern), you both freeze.

He does not scramble. Just slowly pulls away from your lips, adjusts his cufflinks, and calmly says:

“Do you mind?”

The same way he’d say “You’re bleeding on my rug.”

If it’s one of the boys walking in?

“This is a private moment. Learn to knock.”

Straight-up dad mode, but deadly.

You’re flustered. Bruce is steely calm. But the second the door shuts?

Back against the wall.

“Now where were we?”

⸻

Dick Grayson

Dick is hands in your hair, lips on your neck, pulling you into his lap—zero restraint. The second someone walks in? He yelps. Actually lets out a full panic noise and yanks a blanket over both of you.

“HELLO?! EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!”

If it’s a sibling (Tim or Damian):

“Get out. Out. OUT. Don’t look at her—stop looking at her!”

You’re laughing. He’s red from his ears to his collarbone.

Tries to salvage his cool later:

“Honestly though, we looked good. Like hot. You know? Right?”

Refuses to go near that room for at least a week.

⸻

Jason Todd

It’s steamy. It’s heavy. He’s groaning your name against your mouth.

And then—

“Hey, has anyone seen my—OH COME ON.”

Jason whips around, shields you with his body, and goes full older-brother rage mode.

If it’s Tim:

“TIM. GOD. LEARN TO READ A ROOM.”

Throws a pillow at whoever it is. Possibly a shoe.

“You’re lucky she’s too sweet to kill you. I’m not.”

You try to calm him down but he’s grumbling for 20 minutes.

Makes up for it later. Thoroughly.

⸻

Tim Drake

Tim is already a mess when kissing you. His hands shake a little, he forgets to breathe, and you’re sure he short-circuits every time your lips part.

So when the door swings open mid-makeout?

He jumps three feet, falls off the couch, and takes you with him.

“AHH—SHUT THE DOOR! SHUT THE—DON’T LOOK AT HER!”

Apologizes profusely even though you did nothing wrong.

“I swear I locked the door. I double-checked! I think. Maybe I hallucinated locking it—”

Goes into hiding afterward. Probably under a hoodie. Possibly in a tech lab.

You have to reassure him you’re not mortified.

“It’s okay, Tim. They barely saw anything.”

“They saw my soul leave my body.”

⸻

Damian Wayne

Damian kisses with precision. Control. He doesn’t do messy makeouts often, but when he does — it’s serious business.

If someone walks in? He glares over his shoulder like he’s about to ruin their lineage.

If it’s Dick or Alfred:

“If your eyeballs have finished malfunctioning, kindly exit.”

If it’s Jon Kent or someone young: he throws a cape or jacket over your head and physically removes the intruder.

Absolutely refuses to act embarrassed. But later?

Quietly asks,

“Did it… upset you? Being seen?”

And when you shake your head, he leans back in like it never happened.

[viktateapot]

GALA ✨ (Batboys)

Dick Grayson:

"Why did I agree to this?" You muttered, trying to maintain your balance on the uncomfortable heels. The blue satin dress, a gift from Dick, was gorgeous, but you felt like a silk sausage. It was an official event in Gotham City. Champagne, tuxedos, and the bored faces of the rich. As if you didn't have enough adventures with Dick Grayson.

You spotted him at the snack table, chatting casually with an important sponsor. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his tie was slightly crooked. A perfect cock. He looked at me, and his face broke into a wide smile. "You're gorgeous!" You could read his lips before he pushed off the table and headed towards you.

When Dick came up to you, he took your hand and kissed it. "Oh, you're so beautiful, my little bird."

"You look disheveled. Or have you already ridden the chandelier?" You said, gently straightening his tie.

He rolled his eyes. "It was just one damn time. You can just forget about it?"

"No, you're a damn acrobat. I know it was a long time ago, but it feels like it was yesterday"

And as we stood there, surrounded by glitter and tinsel, you realized that the most beautiful treasure of the evening was not the dress, the jewelry, or the champagne. It was Dick. With his restless energy, his genuine kindness, and his ability to turn even the most boring evening into an adventure. And for that, you loved him the most.

Jason Todd:

"Damn, I hate this," Jason growled, looking down at you. His gaze practically burned a hole in your red dress.

"Calm down," you replied, adjusting the strap of your dress. "You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to this assignment."

We were both undercover at this stupid party, and I had every reason to believe that Jason was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. To be honest, he was just as uncomfortable in the crowd as you were. But we had a job to do, and the red dress was part of the plan. The important thing was to keep Jason from making a fool of himself.

"Jay, go get some champagne."

He snorted and, without saying a word, headed for the bar. You sighed. It was going to be a long night. The main thing was that Jason didn't blow the whole operation to hell.

You continued to stand and wait for Jason, but you felt someone's hand touch your waist, and you turned around.

"Hey, beautiful, do you want to meet me?"

You looked at the man coldly, but before you could respond, Jason appeared next to you. He put his arm around your shoulders, his eyes filled with rage. "I'm sorry, but she's taken," he growled, his eyes never leaving the man. In that moment, you realized that no matter how much Jason hated the gala, he would not allow anyone to touch you.

Tim Drake:

This dress looked like it was made of moonlight and morning fog. You felt like a fairy who had just arrived at a ball. The irony of the situation was that in real life, I had to wear armor more often than romantic dresses. But today, for Tim's sake, you decided to make an exception.

A gala in Gotham City. A crazy mix of pathos, hypocrisy and potential threats. But if Tim is around, even the most dangerous event turns into an exciting game. "You look a little pensive," he said. "Is everything all right?"

You smiled and stroked his cheek. "Everything is fine. I'm just thinking about how much I love adventures, especially when you're around." Tim blushed and turned away, straightening his tie. He was always so embarrassed when you started talking about your feelings.

"Don't get distracted," he muttered. "We have a job to do." And he was right. We were here for a reason. Bruce got suspicious and asked us to keep an eye on a suspicious character.

"What have you found out?" You asked, snuggling closer to him. "He's been associating with the underworld. He's probably planning something bad."

"Well, then we need to stop him," you replied, ready for action. Tim nodded and looked at you with admiration. "You're always so fearless. That's what I love about you." He stopped and blushed even more.

You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "What, my Robin? Can't finish your sentence?" He just rolled his eyes and pulled you by the hand. "We should go. The game is starting."" And at that moment, you realized that even in that stupid dress and at that pretentious gala, you felt happy. Because you were with the person you loved.

Damian Wayne:

The silk of the dress was pleasantly cool against your skin, contrasting with the warmth of Damian's hand wrapped around your waist. You leaned into him, feeling his tension. He had never been fond of these gatherings, and you knew it.

"Do you want to leave?" you whispered in his ear. He shook his head slightly, but didn't pull away. "I'm here for you," he replied, and that was all you needed to hear. In this room full of falsehood and pretense, his presence was like a breath of fresh air. With him, you felt safe, at home.

You smiled, pulling back slightly to look at his face. Even here, in the midst of the crowd, Damian stood out. His sharp features, his piercing gaze – he was like a predator, lost in a world of social events. And yet, he was here, with you, for you.

"What if we took a little run?" You whispered, knowing he would understand your meaning. He raised an eyebrow slightly, but a light appeared in his eyes. "Run away to where?"

"It's a surprise," you replied, taking his hand and pulling him towards the terrace. The fresh night air was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat of the ballroom. You led him to the edge of the terrace, where you could see the glittering lights of Gotham City.

Damian leaned against the railing, taking in the view of the city. You stood beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. In the silence of the night, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and your own breathing.

"You know," you whispered, "it doesn't matter where we are, as long as we're together."

He squeezed your hand without saying anything. But you knew that he felt the same way. In that moment, under the starry sky, Gotham didn't seem so scary. As long as you had him by your side.

In general, offer some ideas for ff in the comments...🙏

[lorimnnn]

hot take lowkey

be so honest. be so honest!!!

alfred pennyworth is an old man that can GET IT UP. that man is FIT. the only battle he's really fighting is hairloss, but otherwise, he is muscular. he is in shape. if he really wanted to, he could gun down all of Gotham's worst villains in a night. that man is hot.

have we just not noticed or do we genuinely not like him ??? i know he's a sweet old man but he's also a sweet old MAN.

[havenshereagain]

New fic posted!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67020136

Prank Ao3 Summary: Bruce and Dick haven't noticed how Jason and Tim's relationship has changed since Tim's return to Gotham. They decide to fuck with them.

[august-anon]

more future fic ideas from my notes lol

Tim playing a (single player) video game in the den (when I got the idea I was replaying The Last of Us yet again, so in my notes i said he is also playing TLOU and we are keeping that lol) and Dick and Jason silently communicate to sneak up behind him on the couch and reach down and tickle him

Tim jumps and his fingers flinch on the controller, slamming down both triggers and accidentally making him shoot a gun, getting him swarmed by infected and killed

Tim gets annoyed with them for setting him back to the start of the encounter, and they tease him for not being able to stealth right when that's such a big part of his night job, joking about "oh, maybe you need more training -- maybe we should tell B" and Tim is like, YOU guys can play through the encounter if you think its so easy

Dick immediately catches on to Tim's game and is like "sorry kiddo, my skills start and end with Mario" because he's not much of a gamer ultimately.

Jason, however, takes the bait. And Tim sneaks tickles in on Jason while he dies over and over again in this encounter for his pride, and eventually Jason is like "wait, why am i letting this happen" and tosses the controller aside to absolutely wreck Tim back in revenge

and then once that is over and Tim is done complaining about Jason being obnoxious, Jason and Dick stick around to watch Tim play and backseat game while Tim laughs at them and rolls his eyes and tells them about the story

[devinescribe]

Their Inner Monologue the First Time You Kissed

[Mixed Bag x Reader]

Characters: Snotlout, Hiccup, Tuffnut, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Percy Jackson, Octavian, Luke Castellan, Grover Underwood, Steven Meeks, Neil Perry

Snotlout Jorgenson

"Okay so this is really happening... wow she's so gorgeous... she tastes good... I could do this forever... don't panic. Don't panic, you're brave and tough you've faced dragons scarrier than this... am I doing okay? Does she like it? Should I pull away? Is where my hands are okay? Maybe I'll move them up... here. Good good good. She asked before kissing me… felt nice… to have a choice… I don’t really care if that makes me seem weak… Ohh I'm getting lightheaded I need air... oh wow okay okay she looks even better when she pulls away oh Thor help me..."

Tuffnut Thorston

"YESSSS THIS IS AWESOME HAHAHAHAHA I KNEW SHE LIKED ME! …not like I’ve been her boyfriend for a month but… Ha… Bet Hiccup would be jealous. I can actually kiss my girl. He can not afford. Great success. Oh she's laughing into the kiss this is even better! Her laugh is so pretty... would she be mad if I tickled her right now...? No! Focus. Lock in. She's holding on so soft it's like she's scared of hurting me she's adorable I love her so much... I'm hungry... I wonder where Chicken is I haven't- FOCUS TUFFNUT!! THE WOMAN OF YOUR DREAMS IS KISSING YOU!!! Oh she pulled away... oh yeah oxygen. I'm gonna need more so she can learn to survive without oxygen-"

Hiccup Haddock

"And this is really happening okay okay don't... panic? I'm not panicking I'm just worried because I've never done this before and wow she's pretty should my eyes be closed? Where do I put my hands? Where is she comfortable with me touch- oh it's like she read my mind she's just leading my hands that's nice... I like her hand in my hair. Feels really nice. She should do that more often. I'll make it a decree. As future chief your hand should be in my hair 12 out of 24 hours in a day. I hope no one- oh gods I need air... oxygen is yummy. And necessary. I hope she's not mad- oh she's not. I love her."

PercyJackson

"Huzzah!! I have won yes yes yes! This is great, I love this. And we're in a bubble under the lake no one can get us of find us and embarrass us... that would be really crazy honestly... ooh what kind of fish was that? I wonder if the fish ever get confused when I'm down here... oh she has cherry gloss on... yummy... cherry... cherry pie... blueberry pie is better. Just because it's blue. If every food was blue, life would be so much better- FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS- oh we're done. ... I want more."

Octavian

"...this is new... I don't know how to feel... my heart is racing and my face feels hot and... gods she's gorgeous... I wasn't prepared for this I didn't see this in my premonitions...I've never kissed anyone before... I wonder if I'm doing this right... she seems to enjoy it I guess. I'm also enjoying it... I did not understand why campers always wanted to kiss their partners until now... however I still think it is inappropriate and unnecessary to be making out in public. Shameless. At least my girl knows better... waited till we were in private and asked. I love her... she makes me happy... oh yeah oxygen."

Dick Grayson

"Okay Grayson, not the first time you've kissed someone... kissed a few people. Guys girls... but this is... different... it's like... fireworks are going off and my heart is beating out of my chest... she's amazing. She asked before she kissed me... I think that's the first time anyone has ever done that... her hands feel nice on my face... her nails on my scalp... just feels nice. And she's so warm. Makes me forget about everything... about how I'm late for patrols...about the freezing weather Bats is making me go out in... Bruce would never- oh right she needs to breathe. Not all of us were trained by Batman."

Jason Todd

"How do I tell her this is the first time I've kissed anyone?! Without sounding lame... she's so soft... I love squeezing her... she's so plush and sweet.. oh shit... I just knocked my head on hers... oh she just smiling... she's not mad. Okay... she keeps checking in... she's so sweet... no one's ever cared this much... how do I tell her anyway? Hey so remember that I died at 15, got brought back and trained with the LOA for a while until now which I'm 19, meaning I missed out on my core childhood experiences- oh shit... she's... oh she just blushing... and panting..? Oh right she can't hold her breath that long..."

Damian Wayne

"Well... while unexpected... it's not unpleasant nor is it unwelcome. I hope Grayson doesn't walk in, I'll never hear to end of it... unless the fact I have a girlfriend I can kiss would tick him off, in which case, yes. He may. I'm not one for physical contact but this is really nice... It’s soft. Not all consuming… which makes me happy… she’s soft… always asks… I haven’t a clue why… but it’s nice to feel like I have a choice for once. I wish I could stay here all night… would father even let me skip patrols to spend time with her? I wish- oh. Right. Air.”

Tim Drake

“Science says kissing burns calories and if this is how good kisses feel then I’m going to be soooo skinny by the time we’re married. Mhm mhm… okay… what am I supposed to be thinking about during a kiss anyway? Is it like… blank? Or can I think of other things… like how Damian slipped on ice and fell this morning- oh great I laughed into the kiss… oh she’s not mad. I love… I love…”

Luke Castellan

“I can handle this.”

…

“I can not handle this oh gods… what if I suck at kissing what if I mess up- oh damnit I just bit her… oh she’s laughing… okay let’s try this again… and if I put my hand on her face… ahh she’s so warm… so cute. I just want to squeeze her forever and ever my sweet girl…”

Grover Underwood

“Well this is how I die… not a bad way to go… probably the best way to go if I’m being honest. I love this…”

*literally after this, head empty no thoughts.*

Steven Meeks

“Maybe I should’ve read books on how to kiss girls I’m- ahhhh- this is not proper. Not at all. What am I talking about we’ve been going out for months… well maybe the fact I snuck her in and we are kissing on my bed in the dorm when Pitts could walk in at any time… but still… she tatted good… smells good too… probably cuz of the ice cream we had… I’m glad i get to have her… I’m glad she chose me…”

Neil Perry

*head empty no thoughts except ‘I love her so much’*

[dc-x-reader-stuff]

Thinking of Artist!Reader who knew Jason Todd before when they were younger, and had no idea what happened to him at all when they meet again years later-

And just before when they were both kids Reader used to draw him all the time too whenever reader can’t think of anything to draw, which does include color sometimes-

And I am a firm believer in blue eyed Todd first and then green eyed Todd after the Pit, so imagine reader is looking through some old sketchbooks and spots the old drawings and goes “aww I remember that—“

Before starting to realize like thirty minutes in “wait his eyes were blue? Thought they were green..”

And then when reader compares sketchbooks, reader ends up realizing that “oh shit he never wears contacts ever he told me he’d HATE those things what the f u c k happened to his eyes—“

So now reader ends up trying to find out what happened to Jason because they have a gut feeling and reader’s first instinct is to investigate and try and do it subtly bc reader does not want to pry-

So personal investigation ensues along with shenanigans, probably-

[wukongfeetpics]

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

[gothamitee]

What will you be tonight? That’s the question

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

Headcannon that Jason got the headstone from his grave and put it above his bed because it says 'Here lies Jason Todd' (he broke off the good soldier bit ofc) and thinks it's the funniest thing ever, some of the family, of course, are horrified.

Dick, at Jason's before they go out on patrol: Hey Jaybird, make sure to bring a spare respir--WHAT THE HELL?!?

Dick, looking frantically between Jason and the headstone: this is clearly a threat. Somebody knows your identity. I swear to GOD when I find who did this--

Jason, looking up from his phone comepletely unbothered: oh yeah, about that

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Bonus:

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Tim, climbing through Jasons bedroom window: Hey, its me, dont shoot. Do you have a first aid kit here right?

Jason, getting up from where he was reading in bed: ugh yeah sure, one sec

Jason, proceeds to grab a sticky note saying 'DOES NOT' and jabs it onto the headstone so it reads 'Here DOES NOT lie Jason Todd':

Tim:

Tim: okay that's funny

[viktateapot]

A ROMANTIC DATE🌹 (Batboys)

Dick Grayson:

You smiled as you watched Dick enthusiastically pick up a roll with his chopsticks. He was always up for trying new things, both in food and in life. "So, what do you think?" You asked, teasing him a little.

He mumbled in agreement, his mouth full. "It's amazing! And these cocktails are fire!" He winked at you, and you laughed. Dick always knew how to create a relaxed and fun atmosphere.

You were sitting at a low table decorated with candles and a bouquet of white roses. Soft music filled the space, creating the perfect backdrop for a romantic dinner.

"Thank you for inviting me," you said, taking his hand. "I knew you didn't like stuffy restaurants."

He shrugged, smiling. "I don't care where we are as long as you're with me. But sushi is still better than a five-course steak, isn't it?" You nodded in agreement.

After the meal, you danced a little, laughing and twirling around the room. Even in such a mundane setting, Dick managed to create magic.

When you were done, you snuggled up to him, looking into his beautiful eyes. “What are our plans for the evening?” you purred.

A cute smile touched his lips. “Do you really need to ask?”

Jason Todd:

You cut a piece of cheese and handed it to Jason. He took it without looking up from his steak. “Delicious,” he mumbled, popping the piece of meat into his mouth.

You chuckled. Jason was never particularly talkative at the dinner table. But you knew he enjoyed this meal. You tried to choose the best.

Candles were lit on the table, creating a soft glow. You were sitting in his apartment, away from the hustle and bustle of Gotham. This was your sanctuary.

"Thank you for coming," he said, finally looking up from his food. "I haven't eaten anything normal in a while." You smiled, knowing that his "normal" was different from yours.

You discussed his recent activities, trying not to get too involved. You knew what he was doing, and you tried not to judge him.

After your meal, you just sat there, enjoying the silence. Jason pulled you into his arms, and you could feel his tension ease.

“I feel at home with you,” Jason whispered in your ear. “And that’s all I need.”

You smiled, knowing that his love was a foundation that would always support you.

Tim Drake:

You poured wine into glasses, handing one to Tim. He took it, smiling slightly. "Thank you," he said, taking a sip. "This is very кстати."

You were sitting at a table filled with various dishes: a cheese plate, a salad, and pasta. You knew that Tim appreciated variety.

The apartment was filled with warm light and the sounds of soft music. You had tried to create an atmosphere of comfort and relaxation.

"How was your day?" You asked, looking at him with interest. "Anything new at Wayne Enterprises?"

Tim sighed and started talking about his problems at work. You listened carefully, trying to understand his point of view.

After the meal, you talked for a long time, discussing various topics from science to philosophy. Tim was always able to engage in intelligent conversations.

In his eyes, you saw something more than just interest. It was a light of love, support, and incredible adoration.

“You know, I feel like you’re my compass,” Tim said. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Damian Wayne:

You watched as Damian carefully carved the fish, displaying a remarkable level of restraint and grace. Even in such a simple task, he exuded elegance. "What do you think?" he asked, offering you a piece.

You tasted the fish, appreciating its delicate flavor. "It's excellent," you said with sincerity. "As always."

The table was beautifully set, with expensive wine and elegant candles. Even in his own apartment, Damian managed to create an atmosphere of sophistication.

"Don't you think it's a bit too much?" He asked, noticing your look. "Maybe I've gone too far?"

You smiled and took his hand. "I like it. It shows that you tried."

After eating, you looked at each other in silence, enjoying the quiet. You knew that Damian didn't like to open up, but you could feel his love.

In Damian's eyes, you could see his devotion, love, and passion, which were previously foreign and incomprehensible to him. However, you had managed to show him a new and brighter side of love.

His gaze was filled with a sense of you being his entire world. And at that moment, you really felt that way.

[versasfanficwastedump]

and while i’m on a self indulgent thing? i think that any of the kids calling Bruce “dad” changes his whole demeanor. it helps him know that whatever they’re talking about is serious.

hearing his name shouted across the house does nothing for him. a hundred people say his name all day, including his kids. whatever the situation is can be fixed.

but hearing “Dad!”, cried out in battle or screamed from the other room, has him rushing to their side. what is it love and i’m here you’re alright and shh i’ve got you

“Bruce, I need help” = can’t open this large jar, have a question about math homework, need someone to look at this case file for me

“Dad, I need help” = I am hurt. I am scared. I am in danger. I need you to make things better. I need you to protect me.

[reineydraws]

pov ur kids just caught u making out with superman

there's this shot in dunmeshi's living armor episode where the party is peeking between slightly open doors into a room, and it pans from tall man laios all the way down to half-foot chilchuck. i thought it'd be fun to do it with the batkids, and then recreate the panning by making u scroll all the way to damian. :')

[raynewolferune]

Batmobile Conversations as Heard by a Fast-food Drive Thru Cashier

Batman: "No."

Red Robin: "But what if -"

Batman: "No."

Red Robin: "But I could -"

Batman: "No."

Red Robin: "What if I -"

Robin: "Cease this Neanderthal behavior at once! You cannot be a Red if you are dressed entirely in Green!"

~*~*~

Red Hood: "You're not my fucking father!"

Batman: "The paperwork says otherwise."

Red Hood: "Fucking where, Bitch! I'll burn them!"

Batman: "You'd still be grounded and for even longer if you did."

~*~*~

Batman: "Please tell me you have a Signal action figure now?"

Drive Thru Cashier: "I'm afraid Riddler high jacked the truck they were supposed to be on. We haven't got any in yet."

Batmn: *long heavy sigh* " Of course he did."

~*~*~

Red Hood, driving the batmobile for some reason: "I need 10,000 of one of literally anything you carry other than the Night Wings. I literally don't carry what it is."

Signal: "And one order of Robin Nuggets."

Red Hood: "And one order of Robin Nuggets. We Are Robin limited edition version if you have it."

~*~*~

Nightwing, driving the batmobile for some reason: "I need 6 orders of Night Wings, please."

Red Robin: "There are only two of us? And I don't want Night Wings?"

Nightwing: "Nah, that just cause Hood's trying to steal my lead. I'll get you anything you want other than the Caped Crusader Sandwhich though."

~*~*~

Batman: "No, you may not borrow the Batmobile."

Robin: "It's a right of passage!"

Batman: "You are too young to have earned that right yet."

Spoiler: "Ha! He called you a baby!"

~*~*~

Spoiler, driving the batmobile for some reason: "Do you guys have any glitter?"

Drive Thru Cashier: "Ma'am, this is a fast food restaurant."

Spoiler:

Spoiler: "How many packets of ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise can you legally give me?"

Drive Thru Cashier:

Drive Thru Cashier after checking with the manager: "50 packets of each."

Spoiler: "I'll take them!"

~*~*~

Robin, driving the batmobile clearly without permission: "I require 2 Robin Meals. One vegan."

Superboy the 2nd: "Oh! I want a Red Hood toy!"

Robin: "What?! Absolutely not! We will take the current Robin toy! A Nightwing if that's not available!"

Superboy the 2nd: "NOOO! I WANT RED HOOD!"

Red Hood, apparently in the back seat of the batmobile: "Dear God. MAKE IT 4 ROBIN MEALS, PLEASE, ANS GIVE THEM BOTH WHAT THEY WANT SO THEY SHUT UP."

Superboy the 2nd happily: "As long as I get my Red Hood."

Robin grumbling: "Ridiculous. Stop acting so thirsty for it."

Red Hood: *strangled, choking noises*

Superboy the 2nd: *mortified squeal* "ROBIN! That is NOT what that MEANS!"

[prlssprfctn]

Metgala had passed once again, and I can't stop thinking about how badly the Batsiblings would judge every look they see. Bruce Wayne taught them to style themselves and be dolls, NOT for this.

Dick, throwing chips in TV: Go, Kylie, go! Give us nothing!

Tim: As the most fashionable sibling out of all of us, I can't stress enough how this pains me.

Stephanie: Be fr, Cass is the most fashionable one, lol.

Damian: Not to appear as Drake's supporter, but Brown, I know that you are not joining us to judge this humiliation ritual, when you wear violet converses with yellow capri pants.

Duke: This year's topic, and the way they handle it, offend me personally. Like. Please. Cassandra, nodding: You would... Slay. Jason: God, I will slay these idiots with my sword, WHAT IS THIS? Another black suit?!

Everyone: *dead silence for a whole minute* Dick, swallowing: That is surely not what I think it is. Jason: I am starting to shoot in a minute. Tim, closing his eyes: I am speechless. Bruce Wayne on their screens, who was invited to the Metgala, but was suggested by the PR-team to wear the most boring outfit, so people would still perceive him as a bimbo with no thoughts behind his big blue eyes: *waving at the camera* Stephanie, scrolling her phone: Oh, that's not a thirst trap edits with this look on my timeline that I see. Everyone: *terrified screech*