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hey, heyyyy, just so you know, Dick will never give up on Bruce because for those first several years it was Bruce who kept a torch of hope lit for the both of them until Dick could carry one of his own and now, years later, Dick will keep his own lit when Bruce can't, will use his to light Bruce's not matter how many times Bruce's torch is snuffed out, because it's only right, because it's only fair, because he remembers how the light used to shine off of Batman when he was little, how it would take up the whole sky, how it would warm the city down to it's bones, and Dick has never stopped chasing that moment

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Batman can deal with pain. He has had every bone in his body broken, every inch of skin mottled and blue, every tendon torn, he knows pain. This man cannot deal with being sick. He has been on deaths door more than the average human has gotten a paper cut, but he gets a head cold and all of a sudden he’s the weakest man on earth.

His nose starts running one weekend and he asks Clark to end his misery, genuinely, please let him die. Clark’s expression turns from amused to horrified when he realizes he means that shit.

He wallows in bed and makes Alfred bring his food up to his room and, once he fully trusts him, makes Clark sit with him and rub his back and play with his hair. He whines to anyone who will listen, which is just Clark and Alfred because they’re the only people with access to his bedroom and, although if it was anyone else they both would’ve stopped entertaining the complaints, they let Bruce go on. They both figure he’s far too rigid in every other aspect of his life to not allow him a little childish petulance when he doesn’t feel well. Clark actually finds it endearing, murmuring “I know, sweetheart” and “I’m here, B” whenever a flush faced Bruce prattles on about feeling too hot or too cold or his head hurts or his nose is stuffed, not to mention he gets extremely clingy. He won’t let Clark out of arms reach and makes Alfred check in at least twice an hour.

It’s like, even though he hates himself for it, he cannot control it. A switch flips in his brain and he has no power to stave off his immature headspace.

When he feels better again he pretends it never happened. Way too embarrassed to bring it up to Clark or Alfred, but they both know he’s grateful for their care from the flowers he leaves them both in the following days.

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Steve: Okay, first of all: I'm never gonna leave you, so jot that down.

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The perk of having a Chief dad: ask him to shut down your (ex)boyfriend’s party

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"are you planning on telling him." Bruce asked. Stephanie had always secretly admired the way he somehow removed the question mark from a question.

"yes, no, i don't know." She bit her lip. the guy had been barely more than a fling, she couldn't imagine he'd be interested even if she could find a way to contact him, if she let Bruce track him down. "what if he doesn't want to have anything to do with it?"

"then you will have others beside you who will."

she jerks her eyes up to his. Bruce was being steady in the way that was comforting and a little terrifying at the same time. she hated it. Bruce was only ever that patient with victims.

"did you ever have to deal with anything like this?" she blurted out.

"being pregnant?" he raised an eyebrow.

Stephanie burst into laughter. "no! Bruce! i'm being serious here!"

it felt good to laugh, even now, even if she shouldn't be.

"once."

everything froze for a second

"shit, really?"

he glances at her belly then up at the opposite wall like he could will it to come down and bury him if he tried hard enough. the big man never had been good at anything emotional.

"she lost the pregnancy so nothing ever came of it but, yes, once."

well. shit.

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No Justice League identity reveal but Nightwing gets recruited to be a member

Batman wants to keep his family safe but also realizes that his baby boy is a grown man and can make his own decisions, even if this baby gives him a heart attack.

Nightwing is strong, smart, and levelheaded in battle. He’s go a good personality that many heroes, young and old, admire greatly. It would be a great disservice to the the hero world.

So Nightwing joins the Justice Leauge.

Boom, immediately everyone feels like something is wrong. Nightwing is a legend of his own in the superhero community, just like Batman. Obviously, the League figured the only two unpowered humans in the team would get along, but this is too much

Nightwing is constantly on him. Hanging off his shoulders, playing with his fingers, draped over his lap, flipping off his shoulders??? Doing a whole acrobatic routine based on Batman’s body??? It’s strange and off putting.

Batman pretends like it’s not even happening, like he’s completely used to it.

He calls him nicknames, mocks his voice and his serious attitude, argues with him. It’s like the League has been dumped in an alternate dimension. (They’ve checked, but no… still the same dimension)

Now, something hero’s are painfully aware of is that Batman can be kinda territorial about his food. He doesn’t do jokes about trying to steal his food. He leveled Hal with such a flat stare that the man actually apologized and stayed silent for an entire lunch period

And Nightwing has grown close enough to all the main League members that he’s invited to sit at their ‘table’ for lunch. Another reason they’re suspicious of Nightwing, he voluntarily sits by Batman

Nightwing has his own food and finishes it in record speed (obvi not counting Flash) but then… he starts picking at Batman’s…?

Batman doesn’t even blink or slap his hand away. Then Nightwing opens his mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed and… Batman feeds him??? He cuts off the best part of his steak and just pops it into Nightwing’s mouth.

Why are they both acting like this is complete normal???

Nightwing is stealing his lunches, taking snack out of his utility belt (which is just wow cause why does Batman carry so many snacks??), taking sips of his drinks or just stealing the whole thing for himself

It’s absolutely crazy

And on rare occasions, when Nightwing is eating something he doesn’t like or can’t finish, he just pushes over to Batman. And he eats it!!

The League checks again just to make sure they still haven’t been transferred to another dimension

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Alfred felt as though it was incredibly inappropriate for a butler to accompany his young master to any sort of gala or gathering so Bruce had to get used to being by himself very quickly at a young age

Due to being left all alone when he would usually be with his parents, Bruce was put in increasingly unsafe situations over and over. Most of the time, there was no safe adult for him to feel comfortable enough telling. And if there was, how would he know they were safe?

He could tell Alfred, but what good would that do? Alfred has told him time and time again that he is his employee, nothing more and nothing less. Alfred cannot help him. Alfred cannot save him

Alfred doesn’t want to

I believe that at a very early age, due to how most of the socialites and rich people are in Gotham, Bruce had to get used to unwanted stares, touches, and advances

And he’s so pretty. He’s been so pretty ever since he was small, even with his parents alive they had to work hard to keep him safe. To keep others away. To draw a hard line in the sand for what is acceptable and what is not. But now they’re gone and he’s trying to keep himself safe. But people always want to touch, take, possess, and destroy pretty things

But all of his children are pretty too.

With all of his kids he makes sure that they’re as safe as can be, unlike how it was with him

The first time that he brings Dick to a gala, he holds the boy the entire time. Dick’s face is mostly tucking into Bruce’s suit jacket, shielding him from the flashes of the paparazzi and unwanted stares. Especially with his ‘exotic’ heritage of being Romani… it’s a recipe for disaster in Gotham

Bruce refuses to let a single person touch Dick, even socialites that he trusts. He knows how quickly someone you trust can turn on you once they realize you’re vulnerable.

He keeps Jason by his side as well. Gotham high society hates anyone who didn’t grow up rich. Is he’s not by Jason’s side, he makes sure Dick is. Dick can now fend for himself, but Bruce always makes sure they’re in his line of sight.

Tim has been to these parties before, and considering how negligent his parents were… Bruce makes sure to tell Tim that he would never be mad at him for anything that happened and he is not to blame. That adults should have protected him and saved him. He tells Tim all the things he wished someone had told him when he was younger. They hug and cry about it.

He’s always so thankful that Stephanie never wanted to go to galas as mean as it makes him sound. She never had to be subjected to the cruelties of adults who had no business leering after young girls. Now that she’s older and sometimes pops in if Tim’s going, Bruce knows that they’ll protect each other.

Cass is strong and smart, but she’s also very very new to this life and more vulnerable than the rest of his kids. Bruce wishes he could give her a sense of normalcy. It’s just another thing that’s he failed at.

He knows that if push came to shove, like the rest of his children, she would not hesitate to defend herself. But there should be no shove. She shouldn’t have to. Bruce dances with her all through the night every time she decides to grace a gala with her magnificent presence. It keeps her happy, it keeps her away from harm

His youngest baby is a fire cracker, ready to take on anyone and anything that could possibly be perceived as a threat to him and his family. As much as his other babies joke that he keeps Damian nearby to stop him from stabbing people, he doesn’t want anyone to look at Damian.

Damian is barely older than he was when he returned back to Gotham high society. The only difference is that Damian now has him and all of his siblings. It’s still hard to let go, even if he knows his children are there to keep an eye on everything

Duke is very similar to Jason in more ways than one, epically since he was also born on the ‘poorer’ side of Gotham that most elites loathe unjustly. He’s seen it before, even with high standing black families. Being suddenly accused of stealing a watch or pickpocketing an expensive pearl necklace. Lives ruined simply because of the color of their skin

Nothing like that will ever happen to Duke in his presence. Bruce knows he can’t protect Duke from all the racism in the world, but man if he doesn’t want to try

Bruce has never let his family deal with his issues. He believes he’s simply not worth the trouble. So whenever he gets hit on at galas in ways that make him uncomfortable he just fakes a smile. When he feels unfamiliar hands touching him and grabbing at his body, he fakes more smiles and leans into if there are too many people watching.

Just as he’s about to make an excuse, any kind of excuse to finally get away and take a breather, Dick suddenly pops up in front of him while he feels Jason and Duke slide up behind him, pushing away the elites that had circled him

Bruce makes a soft confused sound, trying to figure out what was happening, but then Damian’s tugging on his sleeve and he already has his baby in his arms. The whirlwind that is Tim and Steph together sweep him away from the confused group of elites.

The group makes their way back over to where Cassandra is smiling expectantly, giggling softly at the confused expression on Bruce’s face.

��Dance with me?” She requested softly, knowing that Bruce would never refuse her. Bruce squeezes Damian to his chest before handing him over to Tim, which Damian surprisingly doesn’t protest

Bruce takes Cassandra’s hand and they dance around the ballroom floor with ease, over and over one of Bruce’s children came and swept him away before anyone else could get the chance

“Don’t worry, we got you Dad.” Dick smiled softly as Bruce spun him around before being passed over to Stephanie and Damian.

“I know.” Bruce chuckled, feeling so safe for the first time in a long time. “I know.”

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superbattinson but they are very ‘naughty dawg and sad wet cat’ to me

idea by @tomatoshoup ur brain is so sexc lemme kith muah muah <3

Inspo under read more

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[pack training session] Derek: Wow. Scott just killed Stiles. He wasn't fast enough to untie him before the hunter pulled the trigger. Stiles: Derek--- Derek: I can't hear you, Stiles, you're dead. Scott, he bled out in your lap. And now you show up at my door. How are you going to break the news to me? Let's see. Scott: Okay, we don't have to do this. Derek: Ah, hello Scott! How are things going with Stiles, the love of my life? Wait, why are you here at this late hour? And whose blood is that? Scott: Dude, I get it. Derek: It's---it's Stiles' blood? This is devastating. I'm inconsolable. And... [Derek snaps his fingers] Derek: I've killed myself.

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High school AU where the Hales send their kids to Devenford instead of BHHS, but Stiles and Derek still end up dating.

Stiles talks about his "loser (affectionate) boyfriend" all the time, but he hardly ever says Derek's first name and never says his last name, so the rest of the squad is 99.8% (Scott is the 0.02% holdout) convinced that Stiles is making him up bc he's the only single Pringle left in the group and his claim that "Derek" is a Devenford student is an excuse for them never seeing him. They're not bursting his bubble yet but they are taking notes to call him out with later.

"Facts" About Stiles's "Boyfriend" Derek:

Total nerd

Plays a sportsball (Stiles says it specifically like this to make Jackson's eye twitch)

Rides a bike

Sucks at video games

Has at least two sisters

When Lydia's famous birthday party rolls around and Stiles asks if he can bring Derek, everyone expects him to either show up alone or not at all. They do not expect him to show up with Derek Fucking Hale.

LIKE??? HELLO??? That is DEREK HALE??? Of the founding-family-of-Beacon-Hills, richer-than-God, own-most-of-this-town Hales??? (Of the basically-werewolf-royalty, shiniest-of-shiny-Pokémon, full-shifting-into-literal-wolves Hales???) The Derek Hale who rides a VINTAGE MOTORCYCLE ("that's still a bike?"/"not the point, stiles!") and is the reason BHHS has not won a SINGLE BASKETBALL GAME this entire goddamn SEASON???

THIS is who you've been calling your LOSER BOYFRIEND????

"He likes Star Trek more than Star Wars."

MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI--

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Bruce doesn’t know what to get Clark for Valentine’s Day so he just buys literally everything. Clark comes home to at least 100 gifts wrapped and scattered around his apartment, and they’re not cheap either. Jewelry of all kinds with every stone you can think of, real leather shoes and belts, silk ties, satin pajamas, every luxury item that exists is now owned by Clark Kent.

When he discovers all this, Clark peers through each package, unwilling to unwrap them all because he knows for a fact he’s not keeping them. He looked through them all, smiling widely at the fact that Bruce so clearly picked them all out very specifically. His favorite color blue, his birthstone, that shade of red that Bruce says flatters his skin tone, all of it is carefully tailored to Clark. The last present is different, though. It’s a necklace, the chain is shining silver and obviously new, but the pendant, a heart shaped locket, is clearly very old. It’s rusted a little at the hinge and the metal is dented. On the front is an ornate ‘B’. He moves to it, immediately carefully unwrapping the box and pulling out the locket. He wanted to open it to discover what’s inside, instead of just looking into it. When he cracks it open, his throat goes dry. Inside is two pictures, one is of Bruce and his parents, the same one hanging in the manor, and the other is a close up of Clark and Dick from the time Dick fell asleep during a piggy back ride, face smushed into Clark’s shoulder and a little drool on his cheek.

30 seconds later, Clark is standing in Bruce’s bedroom at the manor, hair wild from how fast he flew and civilian clothes still in place. Bruce has a hand over his heart, having whirled around from where he was standing over his dresser, “Jesus, Clark, a little warning, please.” Clark ignores that comment, rushing forward and grabbing Bruce’s face before he clashes their lips together, kissing Bruce as deeply as he can until Bruce has to push him away to get a breath. When they separate, Bruce is bright red, eyes blown wide and fidgeting with his hands, his gaze has already locked on the necklace around Clark’s throat. He clears his throat, “So, you like it then? I didn’t know if you would think it was weird to have a picture of my parents but they gave it to me all those years ago and it felt wrong to take their picture out but I wanted you to have this piece of me and for you to know that you are my family but if you don’t want it that’s okay no hard feelings I’ll just-“ Clark is kissing him again, softer now, hands gentle on Bruce’s cheeks. “I love it, baby. It’s perfect. Thank you.”

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Bruce calmly ate his meal, barely glancing at the scuffling alphas. Gasps rippled through the crowd when the table beneath them collapsed with a loud crash.

With his meal gone, Bruce stood, grabbing both alphas by their necks and pulling them apart with surprising ease. Ranken swung at Bruce, his fist glancing off his cheek. Bruce slammed a well-placed punch into Ranken’s stomach, doubling him over.

The beta event organizer rushed over, visibly frazzled. "Is everything alright here?"

Bruce dusted off his shirt. "Everything’s fine, Ranken just wasn’t a fan of our table decor."

Ranken glared at him, clearly torn. Reporting Bruce would mean admitting that an omega had just bested him in a fight. He gritted his teeth. "You’ll regret this," he said to Bruce, stomping off.

The organizer pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Wayne, this is becoming a pattern. At this point, you don’t need a matchmaker—you need a miracle. I suppose I’ll have to schedule you for the next mixer."

Horrified, Bruce grabbed Kal’s arm and pulled him forward. "Actually, I’ve found my match."

Kal blinked in surprise but caught on quickly. "Uh, yes. I’m his match."

The organizer sighed, clearly unconvinced, but handed them both invitations for a private dinner. "Alright, I’ll be seeing you both at the next round. Until then… good luck."

Bruce and Kal left the dining hall together. Kal looked contrite. "Bruce, I’m sorry I ruined your night."

Bruce glanced at him. "Well, at least I had half a decent meal."

A car pulled up to the curb. Bruce paused, plucking an errant flower off his shirt, and tucking it into Kal’s pocket with surprising gentleness. "See you next weekend,” he said before stepping into the car.

The car disappeared into the night, leaving Kal standing on the curb, his heart pounding.

The Omega Queen AU

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unfortunate series of events at the charity gala

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I'm very angry that fascism is possible in a world after the invention of the internet. communication has never been easier and hating fascists is supposed to be a commonly accepted and widespread belief. this is extremely frustrating

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Starting a new crackship

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Clark is usually very patient and never judgmental, especially when he's in his Superman suit and in League settings. But one time, he's just utterly exhausted. So much so that it only takes one dumb question from Booster for his filter to snap.

"Oh wow, an idea that bad and you still chose to say it out loud ? Bold."

The whole room goes silent, everyone too stunned to react. And then, for the first time ever, Batman lets out a real, actual chuckle.

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I wonder if Bruce is ever resentful of Dick for making Robin, for showing the city that Gotham needed Robin, because now Bruce has to keep a Robin, for this city that demands it’s own weight in blood Bruce himself is chained to having a Robin and risking his own sons because of a precedence he never meant to be set, and a need of his city that he feels must be answered