#ler!Bruce

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

DC BATFAM FANFIC IDEAS

Bruce not telling anyone in the JL his identity and one day he casually mentions something only an orphan would understand. - The JL members who are orphans understand. The others don't. - The entire JL gets concerned.

Tim's nervous (Read: really scared) around Jason. Jason does not like this and wants to fix it. Wait, why does Bruce glare daggers at Jack Drake? - Jason: I sense child neglect. Dad's already onto it, i see. Ok so how do i use this to get Tim stop fleeing the room whenever i walk in.

Sort of an AU fic where Bruce and Oliver were close friends (Read: brothers and that's what they see each other as) as kids, still as adults, and as vigilantes they work pretty well together, they recognized each other instantly even in cape, and while the the JL doesn't know their identities, each knows the other. - Also they're both autistic and somehow chaos ensues after Flash overhears them talking one day at the Watchtower and now the JL wants to know how these work so well.

Bruce was a wild child and so is Damian.

Jason adjusting to being under a roof, right after Bruce found him.

The first days of Tim's being Robin. Bruce and Dick are concerned, while, oblivious, Tim is doing things that only neglected kids do. He is surprised others care. Dick sets out to change this.

AU where Jack ends up being a crap dad. Bruce has had enough and steals legal custody. - Bruce: Well you had one chance at being a dad and you blew it. - Bruce: Tim's my kid now. - Jack can't do anything about this. To Tim, Jack is 'Father'. Bruce is 'Dad'.

Some of the villains notice that the other vigilantes and even Red Robin himself like joking that 'RR's folks don't even notice that he practically lives at our place, they won't notice him sneaking back in at 2AM'. - Until one day they joke about 'RR's dad blew it. B took legal custody'.

Flash has ADHD but tells no one. The other see the signs tho. Batman calls him out on hiding it. Why Bat? Welp, the other nominated him. GA joins his autistic buddy tho.

This isn't Batfam but Billy/Captain Marvel accidentally drops some street child stuff. The League, of course, pick it up.

Bruce has trust issues. No specific event- just it was that way after his folks died. The JL figures it out that it's not just how he is, he just generally doesn't trust people. They figure out that something happened to make him this.

The JL has to come to Gotham for a mission. They have to stakeout in a graveyard. At some point while they still have a few hours, Batman slips off. When *insert any JL member(s)* find him, he's standing above two graves. They catch him saying "Hope you're proud, Mom, Dad." - Chaos ensues from this.

Kid!Dick has a nightmare. Bruce allows his kid to spend the night with him.

Cass gets into a fight with David Cain. She is shaken. Bruce is there for her, though.

Duke has a nightmare.

Tim tries to sneak outside after having a nightmare. Bruce catches him because he's a Dad. He sensed a disturbance in the force. Anyway instead of getting mad he makes it clear who Dick learned it from and tickles Tim to bits and then carries him back to bed lol.

That's all i got for now lol. Might update it if i get more ideas.

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 6 - Cuddles

Aaand another Batfam

(This is pt 2 to my last Tickletober post 😶 ⬇️)

Promt list by @tickletober 💜

[funagonys-blog]

"Don't mock Captain Hero - a ticklish lesson for Kudo"

... and don't pull reckless stunts while fighting All For One's organization! These are the lessons Kudo, the second One For All holder, is learning the hard way.

I don't know much about Yoichi, Bruce and Kudo, so these interactions might be out of character in canon. However, I have read fanfictions where Yoichi, the first OFA holder, shows Captain Hero to Kudo and he often thinks it represents a parody of the hero genre. Also, in those fics he tends to find hero (an villains) monologues insufferables. On the other hand, I have read some fics where Kudo acts in a reckless and self-sacrificing way due to some issues. Consequently, I used all these elements to create this scenario inside the Void of One For All, where Kudo accidentally offends Captain Hero in front of Yoichi, who decides to punish him for this, with the help of Bruce, the third OFA user, who wants Kudo to pay for being a reckless sacrificing idiot and worrying both of them when they were alive.

In the end, I just wanted an excuse to draw the stony second OFA user laugh.

[valiantphantomangel]

Alrighty guys, so there will be two fics coming out as soon as possible.

The fics that were requested are: Bruce Banner × reader and Cedric × reader from the Harry Potter universe, these of course will be tickle fics and I can't wait for you all to read them 🤗

[honestlyuniversallycupcake]

The air in Bruce's apartment is thick with the scent of freshly baked cookies and the comforting hum of a classic movie playing softly in the background. Finney, slumped on the couch, looks sad.

Bruce: "What's wrong, Finney? "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Finney sighs, staring at the floor.

Finney: "Just… having a bad day,"

Bruce, ever the perceptive one, immediately moves to comfort him. He sits beside Finney, his arm slung around his shoulders.

Bruce: "Come on, Finney. Don't let it get you down."

Finney, feeling a pang of affection, leans into Bruce's touch.

Bruce: "It's just everything feels so… blank."

Bruce smiles, his eyes twinkling.

Bruce: "Well, I know just the thing to cheer you up."

Before Finney can react, Bruce leans in and starts tickling his ribs with a feather. Finney, startled, tries to wriggle away, but Bruce is too quick.

Finney: "N-No, Bruce!"

Bruce ignores him, his fingers dancing across Finney's skin.

Bruce: "There we go. Feeling better already?"

Finney, despite his attempts to remain stoic, can't help but let out a series of giggles. Bruce's touch is surprisingly gentle, yet it sends shivers down his spine.

Finney: "B-Bruce! Stop it!"

Bruce chuckles, his grip tightening slightly.

Bruce: "Oh, but it's too late Finney. The tickle monster is awake."

He starts tickling Finney's sides, his fingers moving in a rhythmic pattern. Finney tries to wriggle free, but Bruce is relentless. He shifts his weight, pinning Finney to the couch, his body pressed against his.

Finney: "B-Bruce! I can't breathe!"

Bruce, delighted, leans closer, his breath warm against Finney's ear.

Bruce: "Oh, but you're laughing Finney and that's all that matters."

He then proceeds to tickle Finney's neck, Finney's laughter reaches a new level, a series of high pitched squeals that echo through the apartment.

Bruce, ever the showman, grabs the edge of Finney's shirt and gently rolls it up, revealing his belly. Finney, mortified, tries to cover himself, but Bruce is too quick. He leans down and gently nuzzles Finney's belly, then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, blows a raspberry on his skin.

Finney lets out a series of high pitched shrieks, his laughter reaching a fever pitch. He thrashes around, his face contorted in a mixture of amusement and agony.

Finally, exhausted and giggling uncontrollably, Finney manages to surrender.

Finney: "O-Okay, I give up!"

Bruce, triumphant, pulls Finney into a playful hug.

Bruce: "There you go. Feeling better now?"

Finney, still catching his breath, nods weakly, a smile playing on his lips. He might have been thoroughly and utterly tickled, but he wouldn't deny that it had been the best kind of medicine.

[doyouknowthischaracter]

DYKTC POPULAR CHAMPION 2023

2023 is over, so it's time to find out which one of our top 12 most popular characters is the people's champion. The list was put together by taking the first six characters from the "by percentage" section and the first six from the "by number of votes" section, skipping duplicates. This time, vote for whoever you want to win, regardless of whether you know them or not! Make sure you read all options carefully before voting because you can only do so once. Have fun and may the best popular character win!

[fickle-tiction]

Hey fickle! Do you think you would be interested in doing 11 and 24 for superbat? If not that okay, hope you’re have a good day!-bookanon💚

On a rare peaceful night in, Bruce and Clark were sat on the couch together, Bruce on one end and Clark in the middle. (Bruce's ear was still stinging from where Clark had flicked it earlier, after Bruce asked if he would be faking a yawn so he could wrap his arm around his shoulders.) On screen a couple were laying in bed together, when all of a sudden the guy rolled on top of his girlfriend and began tickling her, causing her to burst into sweet laughter. Clark positively lit up as an idea stuck him.

"Hey B?"

"Hmm?"

“Can I tickle you?”

Bruce slowly turned his head, meeting Clark's hopeful smile with a frown.

" …"

"I'll take your silence as a yes."

Bruce wasn't given a chance to react. One second he was sitting on the couch with his "loving" boyfriend, and the next he was flat on his back and being crushed to death by over 200 pounds of solid muscle. "Clark!" Bruce grunted, trying to dodge Clark's attempts at grabbing a hold of his wrists.

"The fact that you're struggling this hard tells me you must be really ticklish." Clark taunted, lighting up with glee when he saw a dusting of pink appear high on Bruce's cheeks.

"That. Is. Classified Information." Bruce protested. "Shit." Clark laughed triumphantly when he got a hold of Bruce left wrist, stretching it above his head and securing it to the couch cushions with an iron grip.

"Any last words, tough guy?"

Bruce tried one last Hail Mary and used his free hand to sucker-punch Clark in the stomach. "Motherfucker." He immediately regretted his rash decision, knuckles stinging where they managed to connect just as Clark sucked his stomach in to avoid him breaking anything.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that." The smile on Clark's face was truly the stuff of nightmares.

"Can't we talk about this?" Bruce asked, unsurprised when his right arm was also pulled above his head and secured in Clark's grip.

"Sure." Clark walked his free hand down Bruce's right arm, feeling the muscles jumping beneath his skin as he slowly made his way past his armpit and down to his ribs. "You talk." He noted every spot that caused Bruce's heartrate to spike, though his expression remained unchanged. "I'll tickle."

"Clark, this is ridiculous," Bruce said, but the corners of his mouth betrayed a hint of amusement.

"Time to find out just how ticklish the Playboy Prince of Gotham really is."

Bruce couldn't even protest at the stupid nickname Clark saw in one newspaper and refused to let go of.

"Oh fuck." Bruce breathed, yanking uselessly at his arms as Clark's fingers began their dance across his stomach. It was just dumb luck that he started with Bruce's worst spot, but laughter was pouring out of him in no time.

"Bruuuuce," Clark said it in that sing-song voice that usually irritated Bruce, but he was too busy trying to burrow backward into the couch cushions to even notice. "You're supposed to be talking remember?" a quick squeeze to Bruce's side caused him to jolt and level his gaze on Clark. "I'm holding up my end of the agreement."

"You---Are--A--SOnOfABitch." Bruce broke down into deep belly laughter when Clark slipped his hand beneath his shirt and started scratching blunt nails over his bare skin.

"That's not a very nice thing to say." Clark admonished, dipping a finger into Bruce's belly button. He let out a delighted laugh when Bruce threw his head back and cackled. There really was no better word for it.

"I'm--fuck--I'm sorry." Bruce gasped out, cheeks bright red when Clark finally took pity on him and stopped vibrating his finger into his bellybutton at a slightly inhuman speed.

"Hmmm." Clark idly tapped his fingers on Bruce's ribcage as he pretended to mull something over. "No, I think you're going to have to do better than that." He then released Bruce's arms and buried his wiggling fingers into Bruce's armpits, unbothered by the arms that came flying down to try to force him out.

"I--AmGoingTo--hahaha-fucking--KihihihihihiKILLYOU!" Bruce shouted, doing his best to curl into a ball while Clark was sitting on his thighs and pinning him in place.

"The more you threaten me, the more I'm going to tickle you." Clark warned him as he easily slipped his hands out of his armpits. Bruce had 2 seconds to calm down before Clark was using one hand to squeeze at his side, while the other once more slipped beneath his shirt to gently scratch at bare skin.

"Cl-Cl-hahaha-Clark! You fu-hahaha-fucking asshole!" Bruce's knuckles were white with how tight he was clinging to Clark's wrists, but his hands might as well be pinned above his head again for all the good it was doing him.

"Oh?" Clark asked, dipping into Bruce's belly button warningly. Bruce squealed, face flushing bright red the second the sound left his mouth, and Clark took pity on him and allowed him to pull his hand out from beneath his shirt. "It's like you want me to keep tickling you."

"Shut up Clark." Bruce growled, the red flush in his cheeks racing down his neck and disappearing into the collar of his shirt.

"Wait," Clark's smile softened at the embarrassed look Bruce was now sporting. "Do you want me to tickle you?"

Bruce couldn't help the embarrassed little whimper that slipped out, shifting nervously beneath Clark's bulk. "I don't...not want you to." He mumbled looking anywhere but at Clark.

"Really?" Clark looked like Christmas, his birthday, and every holiday in between had just come early.

"If you tell anyone about this.." Gone was the embarrassed boyfriend of 5 seconds ago. That look and voice were all Batman.

"Yeah, yeah." Clark huffed, rolling his eyes fondly. "Your stash of kryptonite. My ass. Honestly, you need new threats."

Bruce looked like he was revving up for what was sure to be a chilling new way in which he could murder Clark so, naturally, Clark chose that moment to see if Bruce's neck was as ticklish as his entire torso seemed to be. Newsflash: it was worse.

[tickletastic]

Please, Call Zatanna

Fandom: DC

Ship: Mentioned Birdflash (haven't said this on my previous DC fics, but batcest shippers, please DNI)

Summary: If Dick had a nickel for each time he woke up in Jason's body, he'd have two nickels. At least this time he can take advantage of it.

Strangely, it’s not the first time that Dick has woken up in someone else’s body. Or the second, even. The first time was after a weird mission with the Titans, and he woke up in Bart’s body, buzzing like he was going to die if he didn’t move, starving like he hadn’t eaten in months. The second time, he woke up in Jason’s body, a familiar redhead in the bed next to him, a small child cuddled between him and Roy. He had jolted like he was electrocuted and stumbled to the manor while Lian and Roy still laid peacefully in bed. It was, without a doubt, not the highest on the list of ways that Jason would have liked to come out to his family, but none of them had made a big deal of it. 

That’s all to say that, while nobody expects to wake up in another person’s body, Dick weirdly recognizes the weight he wakes up with, has a muscle memory of throwing the weight around the last time he and Jason ended up in this situation. Last time, Jason’s body had been sore, bruised ribs and two fractured fingers that he hadn’t bothered to mention to anyone. This time, he feels pretty alright other than the ebb of exhaustion encroaching on his alertness, and the dizziness that could likely be contributed to missing a round of meds the previous night. 

He can hear a groan from somewhere down the hall, the clattering of stuff falling to the floor, and predictably, Dick’s own body is dashing through the door. Jason looks beyond fed up, and the only relief is that he hadn’t gone home to Roy and Lian the night before, and that he had somehow, for the second time, avoided Roy seeing him in this embarrassing ass situation. Jason rolls his eyes with a grunt before glaring daggers towards Dick, “what the fuck did you do this time?”

“Me?” Dick gasps, offended, but unsurprised. He has been known to piss off a magician or two from time to time. “It was your fault last time!”

“Was not! How was I even supposed to know there was a witch in Gotham? She wasn’t fuckin’ around in crime alley, I never encounter the weird shit that you and Bruce do!” 

“Master Jason,” a voice says from the hall, Alfred clearing his throat, “language, please.”

“Sorry, Alfie,” Jason sighs, looking down at his hands. 

“Wait,” Dick says, tilting his head to one side, dark brows furrowed, “how’d you know that’s Jason?”

“Consider it an old man’s intuition,” Alfred looks between the two of them, partially flabbergasted that Dick’s body is wearing an expression so vividly Jason, and Jason’s body is wearing one that’s so vividly Dick. “Though I was unaware we were dealing with another magic incident.” 

“We were unaware too,” Dick groans, “I want out of this bulldozer.” Dick makes for the door, grabbing Jason and dragging him non-committedly behind him. They’ll have to call Zatanna again like the last time, and Dick is praying she’s not off-world again. He doesn’t love having to call one of his ex-girlfriends to get him out of embarrassing, avoidable situations, but it could’ve been worse, Wally had begged Dick to stay the night last night, and Dick is suddenly very glad he had said no. 

Jason rolls his eyes, following behind Dick, not making much of an effort to actually walk, “don’t talk about my hard-earned muscle like that.”

When Jason stops in the kitchen, claiming he’s hungry and his pit-stop is Alfred-approved, Dick paces the hall anxiously, hearing constant, numb buzzing in his mind. He remembers the noise from their last body-swap, remembers having to fight off a green haze that nobody else could see. Jason grins when he peeks his head into the hall, but it seems he hasn’t even realized that he’s not hearing the buzz, as if he’s the same with it or without it.  “Chill, dickface. Can you like, eat an egg or something? My body needs protein.”

Dick glares in Jason’s direction, and it almost startles Jason how stern his older brother is able to look in a body that’s not his, “I’m sure you’ll last two hours without a protein bar.”

“Says you, you weigh like three pounds,” Jason jabs, walking into the hallway to follow Dick to the cave. 

“I’m lean,” Dick groans, “you try doing a quadruple front flip with the body of a football player. In fact, I’d love to see you try.”

The cave, as usual, is dark and cold, a breeze seeming to come from nowhere at all. Tim is at the table closest to stairs, slumped over his laptop, eyebags deep and drooping. He has a mountain of Monster cans in front of him, and a coffee pot that Dick is certain Bruce swapped for decaf at some point, though it seems it didn’t matter anyways. Dick shoots him a disappointed look, letting out a tired sigh knowing that he’ll probably have to drug Tim’s tea or something to get him to actually sleep. 

Tim looks startled by the expression, a light blush on his cheeks, and Dick is reminded that he’s not in his body, but in Jason’s. Jason shows his affection through playful aggression, he doesn’t have the oldest sibling instinct to be exhausted by Tim’s shenanigans instead of worriedly amused.

“Timmers,” Dick calls, Jason’s timber voice coming out higher, more cheerful, “is B down here?”

Tim’s brow furrows, and he squints at Dick, His glasses sit low on his nose, and he pushes them up closer, but seems no more satisfied, no less confused. “Uh, I think so. He was like,” Tim takes a moment and looks at the time on his phone, “like two hours ago? I don’t remember him leaving I think?”

“Great, thank you, Timmy!” Dick skips deeper into the cave, and Jason has to physically restrain himself from tackling his own body because of how fucking stupid Dick is making it look. 

Bruce doesn’t look as exhausted as Tim, but he’s certainly getting there, slouched over a pile of files, sifting through them lazily and looking between them and his computer screen. He looks infinitely more exhausted when he looks at his eldest sons, putting his head in his hands and lightly pulling at the ends of his hair, “I will contact Zatanna again.”

“Thanks, B!” Dick exclaims, grinning widely. There’s something dopey about the expression being on Jason’s face, but Bruce still has to look away to hide his own grin at seeing a rare smile on Jason’s face. 

Dick turns back around, heading back towards where Tim was sitting, and Jason watches as Dick throws the younger boy over his shoulder, overestimating Tim’s weight, or, more accurately, underestimating his strength, and having to adjust. 

“Jason, what the f-”

“Not Jason!” Dick quips, pretending to drop Tim, “all thanks to some evil witch or warlock out there.” 

“Even worse,” Tim responds, but he hardly struggles when Dick moves to the stairs, intending to get him to finally sleep after who knows how long awake. 

Jason takes the opportunity to move towards the training area, hoping to try out Dick’s escrima sticks in Dick’s own body. He had tried to use them a few times, when he found them lying around or during the odd training session, but he just didn’t have the nimbleness to make them work, it was all about fists when he was fighting. 

He does a few flips, practices throwing himself around like it’s nothing, grabbing onto things he had never been able to jump to, doing tricks he hasn’t done since his Robin days. When Dick comes back, he watches Jason attempt some sort of backflip, one that lands him facedown on the mat. 

Dick rushes over, grabbing one of Jason’s arms and flipping him over on his back, looking unimpressed when Jason groans, a hand finding his face. “You better not have just bruised my body.”

“Bruised? You’ll be fine, dickhead, I’m sure you’re not made of glass,” Jason replies, rolling onto his side. 

“What hurts? Seriously, Jason, if you messed up my body I’m going to break one of your fingers before Zatanna gets here.”

“Chill!” Jason replies, sitting up, criss-cross in a way that makes this feel like he’s in a primary school class, getting chided by a teacher for spoiling To Kill A Mockingbird for the rest of his class.

“You’re impossible,” Dick sighs, reaching down and reaching for Jason’s ribs to make sure he won’t be feeling pain once he’s back in his body. Jason jolts away with an aborted squeak, swatting at Dick’s hand. 

“Fuck off!” Jason shouts, rolling away from Dick, he stops once he feels far enough away and gapes at Dick, “your body is like, crazy ticklish.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dick replies, waiting to plan his attack.

Jason eyes the room’s exits, figuring out which one could get him as far away as possible. Dick just grins, knowing it won’t matter once he catches Jason, knowing there will be no way for him to actually escape. 

Luckily for Dick, he sees Jason looking shiftily towards the back exit, the one that leads from the training room down the hallway to the medbay. Dick jolts forward and narrowly misses Jason as he runs, making it to the hall. Dick rounds the room to another exit, walking briskly down the hall, and he’s soon cutting off Jason’s path, grinning evilly as he watches Jason contemplate his next move. 

“You know what’s about to happen,” Dick says with a light laugh. 

“Can you ever just leave me alone?” Jason grunts, looking around to bolt again, “you’re so annoying.”

“I legally can’t,” Dick responds, and in seconds he’s tackling Jason to the ground, Jason, who had made the mistake of looking back for an escape route, “I’m your favourite big brother, after all.”

Jason is grappling against Dick’s hold, but he knows it’s over when Dick uses his thighs to pin him down, Jason’s current body no match for his actual one when it comes to strength. He doesn’t even know where to protect, other than the vague ideas he has from when Bruce used to tickle Dick, or he and Dick would get into mostly one-sided tickle fights as children. He moves his arms down to protect Dick’s ribs, but he’s not even sure if they’re Dick’s worst spot, and he’s beginning to realize that Dick knows exactly where to tickle, it’s his body, after all. 

Dick grins, lopsided and playful like he always has when he’s messing with his siblings, and he pretends to think, looking at Jason as he gradually grows more anxious. Dick moves his arms down so they rest limply by his sides, and Jason, noticing that the hands are eerily close to his sides, tries to jerk away. Dick grins, teasingly wiggling fingers next to Jason’s stomach, content when Jason starts to squirm. 

“Whahat thehehe fuhuhuck,” Jason giggles, “why ahaham I laahahaughing?”

Dick blushes faintly, shaking his head, “no way, is this bothering you?”

Jason shakes his head, brows furrowed, “it’s yohohour fuckin’ bohohody, why ihihis thihis getting me?”

“It’s the anticipation,” Dick explains, frustratingly level and calm, despite the pink blush on his cheeks, “I guess my body doesn’t like it.” 

“Yohohou’re tehehlling meHEHE,” Jason shrieks as Dick’s hands finally truly descend, fingers spidering over Jason’s tummy, “DiHIHICK! Stahahp ihihit!” 

“Nope, I’m taking full advantage of this situation, I never tickle you anymore.”

“Behehecause I’d kihihill yohohou!” Jason squeals, hands firmly on Dick’s wrists, not doing enough to push his hands away. Jason doesn’t know enough to predict that Dick is going to go for the sensitive spot between his belly button and left hip bone, but he’s suddenly arching his back, gasping and squealing as he tries to figure out some sort of strategy to defend this body he knows nothing about. 

“Hmm, where should I try next?” Dick thinks out loud, examining Jason’s red face, the smile up to his ears, he shakes his head when Jason insists that he try nowhere, and settles for a spot that will make Jason snort, “you know, I’m pretty bad on my ribs.”

Dick’s fingers wiggle upwards and drill into each rib, and Jason flops between arching his back and falling flat, “Plehehease! Yohohou- yohohu’re stuhuhupidly tihihicklish!”

Dick blushes, but he doesn’t bother denying it, he’s very acquainted with it, “alright, but right now it’s you that’s stupidly ticklish.” 

Dick does a motion that’s something between pinching and spidering on a middle rib, and Jason snorts before falling into hysterical giggles, throwing his head back. When he does the same to the top rib on both sides, Jason shrieks, trying to clamp his arms to his sides. Jason’s face is progressively growing redder and redder, and he can’t seem to figure out a way to predict where Dick will go next, entirely unaware of how ticklish Dick’s body is and where. 

Dick’s tries to put his hands under Jason’s arms, but is unable to because of how strongly Jason’s arms are clamped down at his sides. “Alright, well, you asked for this.”

Dick’s fingers fly down to Jason’s thighs, skittering between his mid thighs and hipbones, and Jason screams, bucking violently, flinging his arms instead of strategizing. “FUHUHUCK- N- DIHIHICK, PLEHEHEASE!”

“I think you can take a little more,” Dick laughs, shaking his head, “I have pretty decent lung capacity.”

Jason has felt Dick tickle him to pieces before, he knows that Dick’s skilled in tickling younger siblings to pieces, tickling all the back-talk and sarcasm and bad moods out of them. He himself has been tickled to tears at the hands of Dick. But this? Jason has never felt so thoroughly tickled before in his entire life. Every spot, every tactic, completely taking him apart. 

When Dick pinches above Jason’s knee, scratching underneath it every few seconds, erratic and unpredictable, Jason’s done for. He descends into wheezy, silent laughter, his hold loosening on Dick’s wrists. 

Dick relents, pulling his hands away as he watches Jason try to catch his breath, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He suddenly looks sheepish, looking off towards the door, “you know, I uh- I actually can’t tell your signs when you’re in my body. Did I go too far?”

Jason waves Dick off with a limp hand before covering his face with his arm, “you do that weird half snort half wheeze thing.”

Dick glares, his voice scandalized, “no I don’t!”

“You so do,” Jason responds, reaching a hand up to taser Dick’s bottom rib. 

Dick snorts, rolling off of Jason, “you’re still ticklish? Why didn’t you try to fight me off?”

“One of us has some self-preservation skills, Dickie,” Jason says with a wink, the expression is completely Jason, even though it’s Dick’s face, “you and I are going to have some fun when this is over.”

Dick pales, laughing nervously. “Uh, did you hear that? I think I heard Bruce call me, I’ll- I-” Dick bolts from the room, leaving with a bright blush. 

Jason just laughs, rolling his eyes. Dick might play the role, but he’s not dumb enough to expose every spot, every tactic that makes him a hysterical mess… Unless, of course, he was looking forward to the revenge.

[radation]

@valentines-luna hey, I accidentally set your request to set to certain post time and I didn’t know how to get it out so I had no choice but to delete it, but dont worry, I remember your request and I get em right here.

JD

Ler

-will act like a tickle monster who is hunting his victims when he is looking for his lee. Example: “I’m gonna get ya! I’ll find you sooner or later!”

-if his lee is sad and they are in public, then he will sneak a few pokes in. You either get tickled later on or you get cheered up by his pokes.

-definitely is the guy who goes “I’m not doing anything?! I’m just tickling you! Can’t handle a couple tickles?!”

Lee

-this man will actually giggle like a child, like not a grown up man giggle, like full blown child bubbly giggle. He hates it and his brothers always tease him about it.

-most ticklish spot is his stomach, I will say no more.

-will hiccup if you tickle his belly button, that’s why whenever the ler is trying to tickle him, he quickly covers his belly button.

Bruce

Ler

-acts like a father when tickling, he’ll be like “you got no chance against me buddy! I’ve got my masters in this thing! Watch out!”

-likes to blow raspberries on his lees, he will even shake his head to make it way worse.

-he goes “it’s just a tad bit of tickling! Something wrong?~”

Lee

- always denies he is ticklish, no. Matter. What.

- is really really really REALLY embarrassed about the fact that he gets lee moods.

- spends 5 years to admit he is in a tickle mood, if he is in a lee mood, his ears twitch a bit.

Clay

Ler

- same as Bruce, he goes “why you flipping out? It’s just tickling?”

- if the lee is younger or shorter than him, he holds (or at least he tries) them upside down and tickles them.

- once, he tickled Floyd so much that Floyd peed his pants. And now whenever Floyd is teasing clay, he just has to remind him of that memory to make him shut up.

Lee

- his death spot is his armpits, THAT IS FINAL.

- out of his brothers, if he gets a lee mood then he takes the less amount of time than any of them to admit it, but he still gets nervous.

- he hiccups when he laughs, P-E-R-I-O-D.

Floyd

Ler

- his main teasing tactic is basically asking teasy questions. Example: “oh! You’re laughing! That means you like it right?~”

- has a habit of pinning his lees and giving pokes randomly everywhere.

- when he is about to tickle the lee, he wiggles his fingers at the lee just to make the lee 10x more nervous than the lee is.

Lee

- he turns the most red out of all his brothers. (Sometimes darker than his own hair) and his brothers definitely point it out or tease him about it.

- when he gets lee moods, he tends to stutter and blush really hard when he tries to admit it, his brothers all blush when they have Lee moods and try to admit them but he blushes the most.

- hates to admit it but he secretly loves raspberries.

Branch

(Sorry I don’t know what color to go with)

Ler

- it took him a while to admit that he is fine with tickling but not be the one being tickled.

- out of everyone, branch’s favorite lee is poppy, (plot twist, poppy loves being his favorite lee too🤭)

- branch is merciless with his brothers except Floyd.

Lee

- IT WILL ACTUALLY TAKE THIS MANY ACTUAL DECADES TO ADMIT HE IS IN A LEE MOOD.

- he struggles but when he admits he is in a lee mood, poppy is by far the easiest to admit to.

- the most ticklish out of his brothers and he HATES to know that.

HOPE YALL LOVE ITTTT!!!!

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 3 - Cuddles

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not sure how many of you know “Batman: Wayne Familly Adventures” but to everyone that doesn’t know it. YOUR MISSING OUT ON AN ACTUAL MASTERPIECE. Honestly I found out about it not long ago and my heart just melted 🫠. This WEBTOON is everything I wanted Bruce to be for those kids and more!! I sincerely recommend it to everyone even if you don’t really know the DC universe. (Every character has a short introduction that explains everything you need to know) Honestly if you love found family trope or fluff or anything… READ IT !! The second chapter perfectly lays out the vibe of the comic so you don’t have to go far to see if you’ll like it.

After this long introduction (I tried to keep it short I really did 😅) Happy TkTober to everyone!! 💜 (And read the comic or I’m gonna go Duolingo on you and break into your homes🗡️😈)

[fandom]

Movies Fictional Characters

There's a clear winner in *this* battle of Godzilla versus Mothra.

Logan Howlett | the Marvel universe

Wade Wilson | the Marvel universe

Anakin Skywalker | the Star Wars universe

Bucky Barnes | the Marvel universe

Mike Schmidt | Five Nights at Freddy's

Godzilla | the Godzilla franchise

Coriolanus Snow | The Hunger Games

Peter Parker | the Marvel universe

Natasha Romanoff | the Marvel universe

Steve Rogers | the Marvel universe

Wanda Maximoff | the Marvel universe

Luke Skywalker | the Star Wars universe

Vanessa | Five Nights at Freddy's

Katniss Everdeen | The Hunger Games

Branch | Trolls

Art Donaldson | Challengers

Alex Claremont-Diaz | Red, White & Royal Blue

Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games

Tony Stark | the Marvel universe

Leonard McCoy | the Star Trek universe

Amanda Young | Saw

Miles Morales | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Lucy Gray Baird | The Hunger Games

Paul Atreides | Dune

Patrick Zweig | Challengers

Willy Wonka | Wonka

Bilbo Baggins | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Floyd | Trolls

Leia Organa | the Star Wars universe

Optimus Prime | Transformers

Padmé Amidala | the Star Wars universe

Miguel O'Hara | the Marvel universe

Thorin Oakenshield | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor | Red, White & Royal Blue

Hobie Brown | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Anxiety | Inside Out 2

John Dory | Trolls

Felix Catton | Saltburn

Frodo Baggins | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Aragorn | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Shockwave | Transformers

Oliver Quick | Saltburn

Bradley Uppercrust III | An Extremely Goofy Movie

Gwen Stacy | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Kenji Sato | Ultraman: Rising

Tashi Duncan | Challengers

Clay | Trolls

Dogpool | the Marvel universe

Xenomorph | the Alien franchise

Gandalf | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Carol Danvers | the Marvel universe

Bruce | Trolls

Megatron | Transformers

Eddie Brock | the Marvel universe

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen | Dune

Samwise Gamgee | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Thor Odinson | the Marvel universe

Legolas | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Yelena Belova | the Marvel universe

Darth Maul | the Star Wars universe

Regina George | Mean Girls

Ballister Boldheart | Nimona

Jake "Hangman" Seresin | Top Gun: Maverick

Han Solo | the Star Wars universe

Tyler Owens | Twisters

Lydia Deetz | Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Mothra | the Godzilla franchise

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games

Toothless | How to Train Your Dragon

Boromir | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Sadako | The Ring

Joy | Inside Out 2

Michael Myers | the Halloween franchise

Sam Wilson | the Marvel universe

Stu Macher | Scream

Morticia Addams | The Addams Family

Ambrosius Goldenloin | Nimona

Kylo Ren | the Star Wars universe

Ennui | Inside Out 2

Éowyn | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Elita One | Transformers

Fear | Inside Out 2

Jason Voorhees | the Friday the 13th franchise

Venom (Symbiote) | the Marvel universe

Hiccup Haddock | How to Train Your Dragon

Sentinel Prime | Transformers

Elsa | Frozen

Pavitr Prabhakar | Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Yoda | the Star Wars universe

Gimli | the Lord of the Rings franchise

Kamala Khan | the Marvel universe

Furiosa | Mad Max: Fury Road

Once-ler | The Lorax

Cassian Andor | the Star Wars universe

Snow White | Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Haymitch Abernathy | The Hunger Games

Jedediah | Night at the Museum

Octavius | Night at the Museum

Arwen | the Lord of the Rings franchise

This is a returning list! Yay!

Marvel sweep! Come chat about your faves in a Community made for that very purpose.

[valiantphantomangel]

Don't mess with the science bros

"whatta doing" you say in a sing song voice as you peek over Tony's shoulder.

"putting a new energy core in the arc reactor of my suit" Tony says as he glances at you .

"ah" you grin and poke him in the stomach before quickly walking away to the common room.

"i swear to God that kid is a little minx" Tony groaned as he worked on his project, eventually Bruce joined him to check if everything was going well with the arc reactor.

"if there was only a way that would make them think twice before they decided to turn into a trouble maker" he mumbled as he connected some wires.

Tony's eyes widen and a mischief grin forms on his lips "i have a idea".

You were sitting in the living room reading a book with headphones on when a call came in, "hello" you said as you picked up.

"hey Y/N can you come down here for a second, i need some help" Bruce voice filled your headphones.

"yeah sure I'll come over" you put your book down and made your way to the Lab.

"you needed my help"? You call out once you through the doors.

"yes" Tony's voice came from behind you and before you could say 'language' you were pinned to the groun.

"what the hell" you said and look up at Tony "what's this for"?

"well you have been a little minx lately and i wanted to test a theory" he said as he 'accidentally' scribbles down your side.

A soft giggle came over your lips and your eyes widen when you see the mischief grin on Tony's lips.

"Don't you dare"!

"that's a little to late now" he chuckled darkly and tasered your sides.

Immediately you turn into a pool of giggles as you squirm, suddenly you feel someone scribblings their fingers up and down your socked feet and you kick out your legs.

"AHAHAHAHAHA" you scream with laughter

"aww does that tickle"? Tony asks and shoots his hands under your armpits.

Your face heats up by the T word.

He looks at you and grins evilly, turning to Bruce he says "the little Trouble maker can't handle the word TICKLE" with emphasis on the last word.

You giggle madly at only the word but then you feel Tony tracing your hip bone, the giggles turn into full on belly laughter.

"NOHAHHHAHAHAH" the sensation of Bruce tickling your feet and Tony absolutely attacking your ribs, belly and hips was insane.

"Are you sorry for messing with us"? Bruce asked as he scribbles up and down your feet.

"YESHAHAHAH IM SORRYAHHAHAHA"!

They both stop and smile softly at your adorable red face "now that wasn't so hard now was it"? Tony says with a laugh and gets off of you.

You curl up in a ball as soft giggles still come over your lips.

"your adorable" Bruce says softly and helps you up.

"Am not" you pouted but couldn't hide your smile.

He just smiles and walks back to his part of the Lab.

Today your learned a important lesson, NEVER mess with the science Bros.

[honestlyuniversallycupcake]

A sunny afternoon at the park. Finney, Robin, and Bruce are lounging on a blanket, enjoying some snacks and idle chatter. Finney, feeling particularly playful, decides to initiate a tickle war. He creeps towards Bruce, his hands outstretched.

Finney: "Gotcha!"

Finney attempts to tickle Bruce under the arms. Bruce, however, sees him coming a mile away. He easily sidesteps Finney's attack, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Bruce: "Not so fast, Finney."

Undeterred, Finney turns his attention to Robin, who is busy munching on a chip. He lunges at Robin, but Robin, with a quick roll, avoids his grasp.

Robin: "You're too slow, Finney, you need to practice your stealth."

Finney, slightly annoyed, tries again, this time aiming for Bruce's neck. Bruce, however, easily grabs Finney's hands.

Bruce: "You're not going to get me, I'm practically tickle proof."

Robin, seeing Finney's frustration, decides to intervene.

Robin: "Alright, alright. I think it's time for some payback."

With a mischievous grin, Robin and Bruce close in on Finney. Finney, realizing he's outnumbered, tries to scramble away, but it's too late.

Robin starts with Finney's sides, his fingers tracing feathery patterns that send shivers down Finney's spine. Bruce, meanwhile, attacks Finney's neck, eliciting a series of surprised squeaks.

Finney tries to wriggle free, but it's no use. He's trapped, his laughter erupting in a series of joyful sounds.

Finney: "Stop! I give up! I give up!"

Bruce and Robin, finally satisfied, let up, collapsing onto the blanket beside Finney, all of them still giggling.

Robin: "See? You're not so good at this after all."

Finney, still breathless from laughter, manages a weak retort.

Finney: "Hey! it was worth a shot!"

Bruce: "You know, your laugh is the cutest thing ever."

Robin nods in agreement.

Robin: "Seriously, it's adorable."

Finney's now blushing.

Finney: "Shut up, you guys."

[anyaharveyii]

someone pLEASE WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT THE BATFAM WATCHING THE LEGO BATMAN MOVIE IT'S NOT A WANT ITS A NEED I'M DEAD SERIOUS!!!

give me bruce barely holding his shit together when his kids start belting "CAUSE I'M A BILLIONAAAAAREEE" every time he walks into a room.

give me alfred sighing and shaking his head each time someone mutters "alfred-da-butt-ler" under their breath while passing him in the kitchen.

give me dick taking the RELENTLESS teasing for how his character was portrayed like the unbothered king he is and agreeing to wear a pair of googly-eye goggles on patrol for a week.

give me jason subconsciously healing some of his own trauma after watching the most ridiculous, unthreatening version of the joker to ever exist (no, bruce, it's not a solution, but it's a start).

give me barbara and bruce refusing to even look each other in the eyes for a solid week, because seriously WTF WAS THAT, and everyone finding their discomfort absolutely hilarious.

give me the batkids making a meme out of bruce by doing shit like hissing every time someone turns on the lights or working snake clown references into the most random conversations, and bruce getting up and exiting the room every. damn. time.

give me bruce pretending to hate the movie but secretly loving whenever one of his kids begs him to put it on during movie night, because it reminds him that in every universe (no matter how outrageous or ridiculous) he loves and is loved by his family.

[fickle-tiction]

How about Lois Lane tickling Bruce at the knee?

Could be during an interview or while he's standing around in public?

Ooo I've never written Lois before so I will prob butcher her but it's okay since it's only a 3 sentence thing (have i ever in my life followed the rules for these things?) thanks for the challenge!

~~~

"I'd hold my tongue if I were you, Mr. Wayne." Lois whispered, her hand appearing out of nowhere to slip under his suit jacket and rest on his side, fingers sliding over the silky material of his shirt as they sought out the rich laughter she's heard so much about.

Bruce's left eyebrow rose of its own accord as Lois Lane snuck up behind him while he was teasing Clark and--was she trying to tickle him? It seems Clark's been talking about him to his friends, and Bruce didn't know if he should be flattered or if he should murder him. Unfortunately for him (fortunately for his boyfriend and his best friend) they were at a gala and Bruce had a part to play so his face split into a smile and he squirmed away from the tickling fingers.

"Ms. Lane." Bruce gasped, obnoxious Brucie person coming out to play, lest anyone around them become suspicious. "There was a time I would have loved to have your hands all over me." Lois narrowed her eyes at that, pinching his side hand and causing Bruce to suck in air between his teeth. His eyes were sparkling though, they both knew he deserved that. "But I'm trying out this monogamy thing." He pitched his voice low, as though he didn't want anyone around them to hear such an embarrassing fact.

"Oh?" Lois asked, hands trying to go back in for another strike. Bruce was lazily blocking her attempts, seemingly oblivious to Clark lurking behind him ready to strike. "And how's that working out?"

Lois knew exactly how that was working out. He was stupidly in love with sunshine personified, but he had a reputation to maintain and he couldn't possibly say that in public. "Well, it seems he's been divulging my deepest darkest secrets to reporters, so not gre-HEEEE--Clark!!"

Clark took the opportunity to hug Bruce from behind and tickle quick fingers over his stomach. He had to show Lois how it was really done, where Bruce couldn't control his reactions no matter how hard he tried as he desperately tried to tamp down on his laughter. The people closest to their group were looking on in amusement, and if this wound up in one of the gossip rags Bruce might actually kill him, so Clark let him go after he got a solid laugh out of him. It didn't take long.

[tickletastic]

Bruce is Not Here Right Now, Leave a Message?

Fandom: DC Comics

Ship: Clark/Bruce

Warnings: Mentions/hints of suggestive acts

Summary: Clark will never get sick of seeing the juxtaposition between Bruce and Brucie. It's almost impossible to think that his sleep deprived, coffee addicted, moody boyfriend can go to a playboy flirt in only an hour's time. Day five of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: disguises!

“Your ass looks great in those pants,” Bruce whispers under his breath, watching Clark’s cheeks turn pink across the room. The reporter turns away from his conversation for a moment to send him a disapproving look. 

“Mr. Wayne,” a voice from Bruce’s left calls, he turns his head quickly, charming playboy smile on his face. 

“Why hello,” Bruce says, voice gravelly, “I’m glad you could make it to the gala, Niecy. These galas could always use some more fresh, talented reporters.”

Niecy’s cheeks turn a dusty pink, and she reaches her hand out to shake Bruce’s. “Thank you for the invite, Mr. Wayne. What’s Going in Gotham hasn’t gotten many invitations so far, it can be pretty difficult for new websites these days.” Her smile twists into something playfully sinister, her eyes darting to something behind Bruce. “Speaking of the news, the word on the beat has been that you, Mr. Wayne,” she points a wobbly finger at him, and Bruce takes note that she had been enjoying the free champagne, “have been dating one of us.” She ends with another unstable point towards herself, looking pleased.

Bruce laughs, not his natural one, but the one he adopted for the moments when he had to be Brucie instead of just Bruce. “Now Niecy,” he starts, lowering his voice, “what do you mean by that?”

“Reporters talk, you know, and some of them have mentioned seeing you with a certain blue-eyed star as of late.” Niecy tips her head down a little, looking up at Bruce from above her glasses.

“I’ve been seen around with a blue-eyed hunk?” Bruce asks, perking up, “which one?” He winks in her direction, and she looks away to avoid another blush. 

“So you’re saying there’s more than just Clark Kent?” Niecy asks, cutting straight to the chase. 

“Oh Bruce and I?” A new voice asks, Clark throwing his arm around Bruce’s shoulder. “We’re just great friends, I don’t know if I could be with such a heartbreaker.”

Bruce laughs, nodding his head along with Clark. He makes a show of leaning upwards– he’d say later that he barely even had to adjust his height, claim that he’s just as tall as Clark– and placing a loud kiss on Clark’s cheek. “I’m not sure Mr. Southern Hospitality would like the limelight so much.” 

Bruce leans forward, not jostling Clark’s arms too much, but making sure he can stage-whisper to Niecy, “That’s not to say I wouldn’t, though.”

Niecy laughs at the spectacle, her eyes showing that she is intent to learn more, somewhat disbelieving of the two men in front of her. “Never say never, Mr. Wayne,” she says with a wink. Her eyes follow a tray of champagne as it passes them, and she has to play it casual for a second, looking around the room, “well, I’ve got to go, but it was nice to get acquainted with the two of you. Thank you again for the invitation, Mr. Wayne.”

Niecy leaves to not-so-subtly trail the waiter with the champaign, and Clark and Bruce watch as her face lights up when another waiter passes with hors d’œrves. 

“That was,” Bruce begins before being cut off by Clark. 

“The funniest thing I’ve seen in weeks,” Clark says, grinning smugly at Bruce. 

“Shut up, Clark,” Bruce sighs, looking across the room. Dick and Tim are chatting with some investors, Jason had once explained that Dick plays the part of the charmer and Tim plays the part of the genius: either way, Bruce knows that it always works. Damian is surrounded by a group of adults– one of them being Selina, of course, who makes sure things are alright when Bruce is playing Brucie– all of them looking incredibly impressed with him. Jason was not in attendance of course, because he is legally dead, and Steph, Cass, and Duke had decided to stay with him and have a movie night. 

When Bruce has finished his quick survey of the room, a silly headcount like he’s some counselor at a daycamp for toddlers, he leans in closer to Clark, lips nearly brushing his ear, “want to get out of here?” 

Clark’s face heats up, Bruce can feel his body heat radiating off, and the reporter is nodding rapidly, eyes wide. 

“Meet me in the bedroom in ten minutes,” Bruce whispers, and then he’s off, grabbing a champagne glass as he effortlessly passes through the sea of guests, saying hello to all that he passes, stopping to say some quick words with others. Clark knows he should look away, given what Niecy had just said to Bruce, he probably shouldn’t be watching the billionaire’s ass as he saunters out of the ballroom… or at least not so obviously. 

When Clark makes it upstairs, having been practically vibrating with excitement the entire time, Bruce is just in his boxers. Clark knew he would be, in part because he knows his boyfriend, but also because he couldn’t stop himself from listening, but with how slowly Bruce had undressed, Clark knew that Bruce had known.

Clark shuts the door and quickly crowds Bruce on the bed, pinning him down. He strokes his hands up Bruce’s forearms down to his wrists, just holding them with a loose grip. He leans in for a kiss, murmuring something against Bruce’s lips about having to wait through the entire gala. 

He eventually pulls away so Bruce can catch his breath, smiling down at him. His cheeks are red and his hair is a mess, his eyes closed as he hums in appreciation. 

Clark moves his hands up quickly from Bruce’s wrists to his tummy, fingers scratching in circles and webbing out to tickle every part he can at once. Bruce snorts, throwing his head back with laughter. He protests, kicking his legs out, begging his boyfriend to stop.

“Stop so soon? I’ve been hearing Brucie laugh all night, I think it’s time to hear Bruce, too.”