#m: wonder woman

[incorrectbatfam]

imagine Batman had to take care of the rest of the Justice League members after a magic user turned them into toddlers/ kids

Bruce: *warms Clark's bottle*

Bruce: *sets Diana in a playpen*

Bruce: *burps Hal*

Bruce: *changes Ollie's diaper*

Bruce: *puts Barry on a child leash*

Bruce: *gives Arthur a bath*

Bruce: *puts J'onn in a Martian onesie*

Bruce: *gives Vic a green teddy bear*

Bruce: *sings Dinah a lullaby*

Bruce: *plays peek-a-boo with Zatanna*

Bruce: *holds a baby photoshoot for Carter and Shayera*

Bruce: *downloads Little Einstein for Ray*

Bruce: *puts an iPad in front of Ted*

Bruce: *starts training Billy to be Robin*

[later, back to normal]

Ollie: We're gonna pretend we don't remember all that?

Everyone: Yep.

[superbat-love]

The Watchtower was unusually festive for a weekday. The halls were strung with fairy lights, and garlands looped over every available surface. Justice League members milled about in varying degrees of questionable taste in Christmas-themed winter wear.

Clark strolled into the common area, adjusting the snug Flash-themed sweater he’d been “convinced” to wear. The sweater fit a little too tightly, clinging in ways that even Superman found a bit embarrassing, but he wore it with a good-natured smile. Flash, dressed in a Green Lantern sweater, gave him a thumbs up.

Batman sat stiffly at the corner table with his tablet, looking like the pinnacle of unfortunate holiday fashion. He wore an oversized, garishly ugly Aquaman sweater paired with Wonder Woman-themed gloves and Green Lantern socks that peeked out from under his usual black boots.

Clark barely managed to suppress a grin. “Nice outfit.”

“I was wearing my usual outfit,” Bruce deadpanned. “This... ensemble was forced on me.”

Diana breezed by in a bat-themed sweater, shooting him a smug smile. “You were brooding in the dark, again. We decided you needed to join the festivities.”

Bruce glared at her retreating back but didn’t argue.

Clark sat across from him. “You look a little cold,” Clark noted casually.

“I’m fine,” Bruce replied curtly.

Before Bruce could protest, Clark had fashioned his flowing red cape into a scarf, draping it around Bruce’s shoulders. “There,” Clark said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Warm and dignified.”

Bruce looked down at the scarf, then back up at Clark. “This clashes with the sweater.”

“Maybe,” Clark admitted, his smile soft, “but it suits you.”

Bruce didn’t respond, but Clark could swear he saw the faintest hint of a smirk beneath the cowl as Bruce returned to his tablet. The Superman crest rested snugly over his heart.

[sometimessmagical]

Not to flex excessively or anything but…

[iwasnotaslasher]

- Diana to Bruce, at some point (Clark does know they are in a relationship, he even brough him to mama Kent but Bruce just ruled it out as a "sleep over")

[mysterycitrus]

everyone walk w me here — diana for the earth and her love for its people, cassie for the sky and the freedom she’s given, donna for the moon and stars and the duty that keeps her locked in orbit with the world she loves

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce pulled off his sweaty shirt in Ma Kent's kitchen along with Clark and Hal, and began chugging a lemonade. The three men had been doing something that apparently constituted hard manual labor in the barn. Zatanna watched silently, then she noticed it.

A tattoo on Bruce's abs. Some foreign symbols engraved in calligraphic form.

It was possible the world was coming to an end.

She turned her head to try and read it. It was Kryptonian, if she had to take a guess.

Bruce noticed where her gaze was. "My eyes are up here," he said.

"I know," said Zatanna, rolling hers. "I just...since when do you have a tattoo?"

"Since I lost a bet to my kids," said Bruce.

"You let your kids do this to you?" Zatanna was incredulous.

"It's been five years, Zee," said Clark. "Are you seriously noticing it now?"

"Well, I don't make a habit of staring at Bruce's nude form," she replied, her sentence heavy with implication.

Clark blushed and dropped his spectacles.

"What's next," said Zatanna bitterly to Bruce. "I find out you're part of a biker gang?"

"You don't become a biker with just one tattoo," said Hal. "You need an entire sleeve of them."

"Don't give him any ideas," Zatanna cautioned.

"You're overreacting," said Clark.

"The world is in a delicate state of balance," said Zatanna. "The very foundations of my existence are being rocked. I'm questioning everything I've ever known."

"I should probably start paying rent for all the space I occupy in your head," said Bruce.

"The tattoo is actually a very sweet phrase," said Clark. "In Kryptonian."

"What does it mean?"

Bruce cleared his throat and shook his head warningly at Clark. Clark grinned.

"It means," Clark said, "My soul is in two halves, and one of them belongs to you."

Bruce buried his head in his hands. Clark laughed. "Like I said. A very sweet phrase."

"You're going to suffer for this," muttered Bruce to him. "I was okay with it, as long as no one knew what it fucking meant."

"Oh stop," said Hal, grinning without shame. "Stop with the toxic masculinity. Just because you have a soppy declaration of love on your abdomen doesn't make you any less of a man." He raised his glass to Bruce in a toast.

Bruce looked at him levelly, and narrowed his eyes. "One of these days, Jordan," he growled, "you will do something, and on that day—"

"Oh, I doubt it," Hal smirked. "I think you've set the bar pretty high."

"Well," said Clark, with a cheeky grin, "Bruce learned his lesson about betting against all of his kids simultaneously, but I would say the punishment was a bit disproportionate to the crime."

Bruce was putting on his t-shirt. "Enough," he said. "No one else finds out, or I will see that you all pay."

"No one else finds out what?" asked Diana from the kitchen door, where she had evidently just arrived. Her arms were crossed against her chest. Barry and Oliver were lined up behind her, with curious expressions.

Zatanna and Hal laughed maliciously. Clark did not look displeased in the slightest.

Bruce's mouth hardened and he stalked off, muttering something about contingency plans. But no one saw the small smile that tucked itself into the corner of his mouth afterwards, when he remembered Clark's face.

Kryptonians. His fingers brushed over the tattoo. And all the ways they love to claim you.

[heylosers06]

The teen titan girlies in their Original designs!!!! And in my art style I suppose.

Guess which one my favorite is because it’s so difficult….😭

I’m not happy with Ravens design but I tried. I might redraw it some other time.

[current-comix]

[browsethestacks]

Wonder Woman

Art by Marguerite Sauvage

[monoukotori]

I have seen a lot of fics about the Justice League finding out Bruce has kids and being shocked about it, but what about the other way around? Like imagine Dick ghosting Bruce and ignoring everything related to Batman for six months after an argument and the day he finally decides to visit to make amends he finds fuckin Superman chilling on his kitchen, or like Jason coming back from the dead, ready to fuck shit up, just to get whiplash after finding out that his loser dad has friends and one of them is Wonder Woman

[causeimanartist]

Art vs Artist 2024

[jetslay]

Unpublished DC Rebirth Holiday Special #1 art by Dustin Nguyen.

[artverso]

Adam Hughes - Wonder Woman

[wonderwomanart]

Wonder Woman by Mikel Janin

[thedarktowerdames]