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[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 235

“Mother, I have made a friend.” 

Now don’t get him wrong, Danny was delighted at the idea of Jordan making a friend, he really was. But the last three attempts had been borderline kidnappings, so he wasn’t entirely sure if he should be. Thankfully it doesn’t seem he’s kidnapped this one. Hopefully. 

Not that he wouldn’t be surprised if Dan managed to kidnap a tiny kryptonian, but the kid- Jon apparently- seemed happy enough to be there. Apparently his grandparents lived in the midwest too, and was happy enough to have someone to talk about it. 

Though um, maybe Danny should have checked to see if his parents knew where he’d gone, because he was not expecting a harried-looking superman to suddenly appear at his window. 

[monkesupreme]

Maybe i SHOULD draft out my ‘Clark is a SuperPlant’ propaganda post

[arjudy224]

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

[dailydccomics]

Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman and the DC Universe by Gary Frank and Brad Anderson

[rosegoldthorns]

So I had to help back up a large trailer so, naturally I realized how Bruce would not do this with his kids under any circumstances. And for Bruce, a rich city kid none the less with probably no idea how to back up a trailer, would need a few spotters.

To clarify, I mean Bruce asking any of his kids to help him would end a little like this.

Jason: You are too close. You are going to hit something.

Bruce stopping the car and getting out to check: I have two feet of clearance.

Jason: I know. that is too close. you are going to hit Alfred's roses. Do you want to deal with the consequences of that?

Damian: Todd you are wrong. This is enough distance to clear it passably. You just want to insult Father, you heathen.

Tim: Actually you are both wrong. If you looked on the other side you would know that you have about two more inched until you run over a tree.

Bruce: And why did you not say this earlier?

Tim: eh closer calls have come out fine.

Bruce: ... Dick can you help?

Dick: Personally I just think we should call Clark. I said this when we started.

.....they called Clark Kent, Superman, and urgently called him from work to ...help back up a trailer. (I mean it could have ended worse due to the nature of the bat family but Clark was certainly amused)

[meadow-dusk]

before International Women's Day was over I wanted to put together a little tribute to my favorite women in music. These ladies' voices have shaped my life and helped me discover the sound of my own!

Cass Elliot | Dusty Springfield | Grace Slick |Janis Joplin | Joni Mitchell | Judith Durham | Judy Collins | Julie Andrews | Karen Carpenter | Mary Hopkin | Petula Clark | Ronnie Spector

[blushedfemmes]

ok but can we talk about how the current wave of resentment towards “pillow princesses” has become like. straight up femmephobia and people being weirdly shitty towards femmes online / calling us spoiled and damn near evil because butches wanna take care of us and how dare we

yes we can and we can also talk about how a lot of people use femmes as a receptacle for their unexamined internalized misogyny. i have experienced this directly from a masc queer partner in the past, and on a casual/subtle basis my entire life, both from cishet women and from fellow queer people. and i will go ahead and say this is a femme-specific problem (at least in the context of these posts) because people will often use the way we present and our mannerisms and what we might prefer in bed as an excuse to belittle us, because the urge to belittle women (or that which we perceive to be woman-shaped, consciously or not) is so prevalent. in other queer people it will come out as ‘well i just think they’re being selfish in bed, i think they’re being spoiled/entitled, i think they look childish and stupid dressed that way, i think they’re scared of looking queer, i think they’re dressing for the male gaze, i think they’re acting like a stereotype, (and especially if it’s a femme transfem) i think they’re being too binary-gender conforming and therefore oppressive/predictable/bad, etc etc’ and all this plus more for femmes of color whose femme expression doesn’t ‘make sense’ to any given white person or immediately read to a white person as queer or lesbian

and it really is about gut reactions and never about the truth. femmes often exercise a great deal of care in our interactions with butches or with anyone, and we often derive immense satisfaction in caring for our partners. of course femmes can be shitty. femmes can be selfish. we are an enormous and complex group of people and, furthermore, everyone is capable of causing harm, i know i have. but the times when i have personally experienced this brand of femmephobia it is almost always because of assumptions that people made because they already had a gut reaction to me and how i dress and what i like, and they’re making up reasons to justify it.

there is no end to the excuses people will make in their minds to justify treating femmes badly, because they saw a woman-shape and decided to use us as a dumping ground for internalized misogyny. and yes it is a particularly stinging betrayal, because it happens the most in our own queer communities, where we long to be accepted.

[superbat-love]

It’s fascinating how when either Superman or Batman dies in the comics, the other one will react differently.

Cynical realist Batman will turn into Bruce ‘In Denial’ Wayne telling everybody around him that “Superman isn’t dead. It’s not possible. The math is not mathing”. Or he’ll wallow in guilt, regret and self-blame.

While the usually mild-mannered and optimistic Superman will turn into Clark ‘I am Vengeance’ Kent screaming “FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK THIIIIIIIISSSSS WOOOOOOORLDDDDDD!!!”.

[doubtfultaste]

Madhouse (1974)

[cucuxumusu]

His FUCKING face!!!!

[suzukiblu]

I've been eagerly following your writing for the past few months. I love it all so much.

Could I possibly request more of the one where Clark is trans and Kon is not? It hurts in the best of ways.

Thanks for being such an amazing writer and sharing your works with us!

She looks at herself in the mirror for a moment–looks at the body she has, the body she’s wrong for–for not– 

Kon doesn’t know how to say it. Doesn’t know how she could make it make sense to anyone else. She–she wants her body to look how it looks. Like . . . she’d dress it different, yeah–definitely wouldn’t wear the binder or the packer–and she doesn’t have a ton of body hair either way but she’d still shave or wax a little, probably, and . . . and she’d cut her hair different, maybe, and . . . and she’d . . .

[weewookinard]

I Needed Life And Life Came (chapter 3)

What if Abby and Tommy had a kid before they broke up? What if Evan got attached to this kid when he was with Abby, and suffered this loss as much as losing Abby when they parted away? What if Tommy gained custody when Abby left and had to raise the kid alone while learning how to be true to himself? What if, years later, Tommy and Evan met during a hurricane, and fell in love?

My husband actually read the two first chapters of this fic omg! And he loved it!!! So it made me want to write more, so tadam! ❤️ Hope you'll like it.

You can find this new chapter on AO3!

“Happy anniversary sweetheart.”  Tommy smiles his scrunchy smile, so beautiful and radiant, and Evan feels like his heart is going to explode at all the love he feels but doesn't dare formulate. It's still early, six months since the two men started dating, and there's still so much to learn and discuss.  “Happy anniversary Tommy. I'm sorry I didn't buy you a gift... I thought about it a lot but I didn't know what to buy. I'm so bad at gifts.” Evan feels his cheeks flush, worried at the thought of disappointment on his boyfriend's face. Instead, Tommy puts his hand on his, tender.  “It's okay, I don't need a gift, I just need you.”  “That's so cheesy.” 

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[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

It's time to make more waves!

Retcons. Sometimes they fix a really bad take from a crappy writer when someone new takes over a title. Sometimes they delight one fan while horrify another. And sometimes they take one of the most important parts about a character and toss it in the trash so it erases all of the development about becoming a hero and belonging to a family even though they don't share any true connection and while the writer was at it they binned all of the personality traits that made the character fun and interesting and enjo- I'm getting carried away.

Which of these DC retcons do you think was the absolute worst?

*Yes, I know this isn't technically a retcon, but I'm counting it as one.

**Take your pick- Bart is an adult now. Inertia wants to be evil. Pied Piper wants to be a villain again. The Rogues would murder a Flash.

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Snyder fans: Man of Steel made us Superman fans.

Snyder fans when a Superman movie has Superman acting like Superman:

[sapphyreblayze]

"Look out, bozos! The Justice League is alive and well - and ready to kick butt! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-haaa!"

Justice League Spectacular by Dan Jurgens and Ron Randall