⚡Bart And Batfam⚡ Headcanons + Theories, Fuck the Flash, Impulse + Rogue Supremacy
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Do you think since Dick was so young when he started out as Robin that he had, like... snacks in his utility belt. He’s on a mission with Bats one day and he’s eating gummy bears he pulled from his pouch. Cause I do.
Can we all agree it’s canon that Bruce and Jason have this weird competition of T-shirts to talk shit about the other? Like... Bruce walking around one day and the paparazzi take a picture of him in a “proud father of a great kid who’s sometimes an asshole” shirt. Jason sees it and retaliates by wearing a “Wonder where I learned to swear” shirt to an informal party and they just kept going.
Ever notice how whenever there's a green eyed ginger, there's always a black haired, blue eyed beauty to be paired with them?
I've noticed this with every show I watch, theres always that pair unless of course it doesn't have a ginger (Because shows always have someone with black hair for some reason)
Batboys going grocery shopping
Dick: In the cart
Jason: pushing the cart
Damian: Scowling at the two idiots he regretfully calls his brothers
Tim: Has a separate cart and getting the groceries, pretending to not know them
Everyone: Watching the two oldest people in the group be the most irrisponsible.
Based off of the story line from 'Titans: Rebirth' Vol. 1
My name is Wally West and I'm the fastest man alive. I've been away for a while. My last fight made me get lost in a space outside of time. The speed force. I was so alone and afraid. But there was always something to bring me back. My lightning rod. I don't know if I'm ready to face them again. Or if they're ready to see me alive.
"Who are you?" An escrima stick was held to my head as I crouched on the floor of my old apartment, looking at a photo I always kept with me. There's one thing I forgot to mention. No one remembers me.
"Dick?" I stand and turn, face-to-face with the elusive Hero, Nightwing.
"How do you know that name?" His face contorts into a scowl. Ah, the infamous batglare. "I don't know who you are--" he flipped over the desk that separated us. "How did you get in here?"
"Dick! Please, stop! I'm not here to hurt--" my sentence was cut short by him going to tackle me but a jolt of electricity shooting back and shocking him. I stare at my fingertips in disbelief. okay, weird.
"Did you just tase me?" he grips his palm with a wince. "What the hell, Wally? What was--" He stops, eyes widening. "Wally?" He asked himself. He know me. He knows me! "I don't understand." He mutters as I rush to his side to help him up. "I know you. I know your name..." he continued to talk to himself under his breath. "...but I don't know how."
"I'll explain soon, I promise." I whisper in his ear once pulled in a hug. It was short lived once I pushed him away and resumed my hero posture. "But first... Where are the Titans?"
"Right here." A voice said, from neither me or Dick.
I turn to see my old team surrounding us, weapons all ready. I see Dick's eyes widen from behind the mask from the corner of my vision.
"AH. Hi, guys." Okay Wally. Work fast. They don't remember either. How'd I do that zappy thing.
"Man, did you pick the wrong apartment to bust into, pal." Roy quipped, aiming his quiver straight at me.
They came at me from all side, Roy first. His rock steady determination, though he wasn't expecting me to be fast enough to dodge his arrow.
Then Donna and her protective fury when anyone hurts the ones she loves. I easily evaded her punch.
Lilith and her vulnerable mind to find the Truth. "I sense the intruder has done something to Nightwing! His mental patterns have been altered." She announced. Oh boy.
"What have you done to him?" Garth threw an unwavering punch. How can I prove that I'm not an enemy? They need to remember.
"You guys need to stop!" Dick tried reaching for me but was held back by Donna.
"Who is he?" She scowled as I avoided another blow with my speed.
"It doesn't matter who you are--" Lilith yelled, reaching her powers out and I fall down in pain. "--you can't outrun your own thoughts!" I scream.
"S'okay. We got him!" uhm. Ow. The when-all-else-fails Harper Hook. But when his punch hit, the sparks fly again. The memory dam bursts. He falls to the floor on his knees, cradling his head.
"What are you doing to my friends?" Donna attacked from behind. More sparks. More memories.
"He put Donna into some kind of trance!" Lilith yelled. "Grab him, Garth, and--" She was cut off as they both grab my arms. Sparks fly.
"Wally..." Lilith pulled her hood down. "It's wally." Tears welled in her eyes.
"Wally?" Donna stood back up. "Wally?!"
"I don't understand..." Garth ran a hand through his hair.
Dick still had yet to say something. Staring.
"Dick--" I started. I never figured out what I was going to say.
"Four years." He said, standing from the position I left him in from before the fighting began. "Four years! That's how long It's been!" He lashed out in anger, tears slipping past his mask. The others watched in somber silence. "You..." He started breaking down. "You were alive all along?" His voice cracked.
"Not exactly." I sighed, walking to him. "I was trapped in the speed force. It took me a while but I figured it out." I took his hand. This wasn't exactly how I planned for this to happen but it's now or never. "I needed something strong to bring bring me back." His masked eyes locked with mine and I could almost imagine those wide blue iris underneath it. "My lightning rod."
The way his mask contorted his eyes seemed to grow wider. I leaned closer and paused, waiting for a reaction. Our lips just barley grazing. I could feel his breath hitch on my face. We're so close.
Before I got the chance to doubt myself he lunged forward and connected our lips, holding me close with his arms around my neck. I gripped his waist like a lifeline.
Roy whistled from the sidelines. "It's about time." It was all background noise to me. I was in complete bliss.
Finally, I'm home.
Jason: Whatever, accidents happen.
Jason, pointing at Damian: How do you think he got here?
Damian: I will definestrate you, Todd.
Batfam on a rollar coaster:
Dick: Screaming in joy
Jason: Screaming in fear
Tim: Bored af
Damian: Pouting but secretly enjoying it
Bruce: Sitting stiff, internally screaming
Alfred: Sipping tea somehow without spilling
Does anyone else answer 'unknwon number' calls, just in case it's Nick Fury.
Jason, snickering: shhhh...
Tim, peacfully reading:...
Jason: sneaks up and shoots a gun at the ceiling
Tim: jumps off the couch THIS IS WHY DAD DOESEN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU!
okay i really hate having to do this but i don't really have any other option. basically my home life is shit and i'm making the executive decision to bounce. i'm 21, so legally, my parents can't do anything, my friend is taking me in for a bit, but i can't stay there forever. i'm also on medication and i need to pay for my own phone bill, healthcare, etc., so i'm asking for donations. i write fanfics so if you want to commission me, that would also work. here's my AO3 for examples of my writing. i'm terrified, but i need to do this for my own wellbeing. here's some links:
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thank you so much for reading.
Damian: Give it back, Todd!
Jason, holding a batarang over his head: What are you gonna do? Stab me?
Damian: Pulls out throwing knife yes.
Jason: wait, what?
Damian: stabs him
Jason: You little B*tch!
Bruce: appears Hey, no swearing.
Jason: Demon just stabbed me!
Bruce: Damian, what did I tell you about stabbing your brothers?
Damian: sighs don't stab your brothers...
Tim: If I ever meet the first person who said "I'll sleep when I'm dead" I'm going to kill them.
Dick: Relax, Tim. Just drink your coffee.
Tim: This isn't even coffee. It's a 12 pack of Five hour energy mixed with cocoa powder...
Jason: An entire pack of 12 hour energy?
Tim: Does anyone else see the talking squirril?
Dick: uhhh, Tim? Squirrils don't talk.
Tim: Cool, just checking my sanity.
Dick: Last night was a mistake and we must agree to never speak of it ever again.
Tim: Okay.
Jason: What happened last night?
Dick: No.
Tim: ...
Dick: Tim... Don't.
Tim: But...
Dick: Tim...
Tim: ...I saw Dick at the men's club.
Jason: Okay?
Tim: He was on the pole.
Jason: oh.
Dick: If you wake up glued to the ceiling, no one will help you.
Jason: I would help.
Dick: You'd join him.
Damian: I would laugh.
Dick: I know you would, Damian.
Sherlock going to Hogwarts durring the chamber of secrets???
"John? John, did you hear that? Another petrification! Brilliant!"
"Bloody Idiots. All of them."
"It's obviously Tom Riddle. My own Moriarty. Exellent."
"John! Hurry up! You don't want to miss the outcome. It'll be quite the specticle."
"Is Expelliarmus all Potter knows to cast? Oh wait, was that an Confundus? Well, it appears the dog learned a new trick."
He will sass all the professors, even the great Harry Potter himself.
Ravenclaw, obviously. John a Slytherin, not a hufflpuff for those who think it. He joined in war hoping to make himself useful as a doctor and prove himself, even so still killed people and continues to look for trouble after he retires. Don't be daft, it's obvious.
(On a mission, the skylight window of Badguys™ hideout)
Dick: Okay, Redhood take the west wing. Red Rob--
Damian: Jumps into room with heavily armed men
Dick: ROBIN! YOU CAN'T JUST-- WHERE IS YOUR WEAPON?
Damian: I AM THE WEAPON!
Tim, to Damian: I swear if we survive, I'm going to kill you.
Jason: I knew I liked this kid.
Dick: Why am I always put on babysitting combat trained vigilante children.
Tim, sighing exasparatingly: I don't know how to get a girls attention.
Jason: Ask Dick. He's gay and still a chick magnet.
Dick: Talking to some girls on the other side of the room
Tim: I can't even get a guys attention! How the hell does he do that?
Jason: I don't know. HEY DICK!
Dick, turns around and litteral sparkles apear around him: Yes?
Jason, confused and distressed: Nevermind. Yea, your screwed as long as he's in the picture.
Tim: Damn.
Jason, raising a gun: I know a way to get him out of the picture?
Tim: We are not going to kill Dick, hijack a garbage truck to feed his corpse to and move to LA, Jason.
Jason: sadly lowers gun
As most of you know, I have a wattpad account but I've recently posted the first chapters of some new books. For those Batfam and Birdflash fans out there that alreday read all those fanfics, I've added a new one to your to-read! I have so many Idea's for it and I'm super exited for your input! Go check it out!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/205275175-blue-and-red-belong-together
Batman: phone rings "Hello?"
Tim: "DadJasonjustshottheguninthehouseandnoweverythingisinabsoluteanarchypleasecomesaveme" dodges vase "oh my god, DAMIAN! GO PUT THE TIGER BACK!"
Justice Legue: ...
Batman: "Wait, slow down. Jason did what? Damian has a Tiger?"
Tim: "Do you really need to ASK? THERE'S A TIGER IN THE HOUSE, BRUCE!"
Batman: "I'll be home soon. Is everyone okay?"
Tim: "My mental stability isn't but I think their fine-" BANG "Nevermind, Damian's been shot."
Batman: "Where is Alfred?"
Tim: "Silently watching us in the corner of the room." pause of silence "OH GOD, THERE'S A FIRE! I gotta go."
click
Batman: Emergency. I have to leave.
Superman, that heard everything with Super-hearing: ... Right. So-
Dick: I am, in fact, a snack; People just aren't hungry.
Wally: I'm fucking starving.
Damian, scowling: You're both disgraces.
Dick: What are cute names to call your other half?
Tim: Sugar.
Jason: Honey.
Tim: ...Eggs.
Dick: What?
Jason, smirking: 1/2 lb butter.
Dick: Guys...
Tim: Stir.
Dick: Tim, no.
Jason: Pour into pan.
Dick: Jason, stop.
Tim: Preheat to 350.
Dick, sighing heavily: I hate you.
Tim: Love you too, preheat to 350.
Jason: Hate you too, pour into pan.
Tim, calling out: I'm leaving!
Jason: Where are you going?
Tim: Hell, most likely.
Jason: Oh, pick me up on the way.
Tim: Carpool?
Dick, running away with arms full of cereal boxes: Stay away from me!
Tim, running after him: YOU HAVE AN ADDICTION!!
Jason, running after Tim: HE TOOK MY GUN!
Dick: Cereal is my soulmate!
Tim: Get a life!
Dick: I'd die without my Frosted Flakes!
Jason: At least you won't be eating that junk!
Dick: I'll be burried with a box of Froot Loops!
Tim: Give it up! It's an unhealthy obsession!
Dick: hisses in raisin bran
Bang
Dick: YOU JUST SHOT ME!
Tim: Oh shit, I'm so sorry!
Jason: What have I told you about running with guns?!
Damian: I'm gonna put myself up for adoption.
Jason: Is it worse to wear a Fedora or kill fifteen people?
Dick: ...Why is that even in question?
Jason: What if I kill fifteen people wearing a fedora?
Tim: It's a Fedoral Crime.
Damian: I'm about to kill you all if you don't stop.
Bruce: Who's going to help me take down Superman?
batchildren™: crickets
Bruce: Really? None of you? You're my kids!
Jason, from the back: We're adopted!
Bruce: Damian isn't.
Damian: I'm dating Superman's son, I can't kill Jon's dad.
Everyone else: ...
Bruce: Tim?
Tim: I'm actually dating Kon...
Bruce:... Jason?
Jason: Fuck you, old man. I just don't like you.
Bruce: Dick, tell me you aren't dating someone from the superfamily, too.
Dick: Nope.
Bruce: sigh of relief
Dick: Only Wally!
Bruce, realizing all of his kids are dating the pupils of the colleagues he dislikes most: I'm gonna go take a nap...
“Hey, I saw your wanted poster and can I just say they don’t do you glory you are gorgeous would you like some tea?”
Ok, Karen, listen up. I’ve fucking devised a plan and you can’t stop me. Okay, so, tiny robot mosquitoes, right? But instead of sucking blood, they inject vaccines. They have specific targets each and will return to HQ to be cleaned as to not spread any blood spread viruses. There should be a hotline for people to call to say no one will vaccinate them and it should be called the MDA. Mosquito Delivery Agency in long terms. This is a legit theory I made in the sum of two minutes after no sleep in two days.
Molly Weasley, bless her, had started off making the ‘Weasley sweaters’ as a form of telling George and Fred apart. But they still switch their sweaters, cheeky bastards. After they got theirs, everyone wanted it, so that’s how the tradition is born. If you have a sweater, you’re official.
If you haven’t heard there is a literal massacre going on in Sudan.
People are getting kidnapped, arrested, raped and killed. This has been going on for a few days now but naturally there’s hardly any media coverage.
There are a few ways to help:
- Emergency Medical Aid Donation
- Facebook campaign raising funds for food and other necessities
- International Rescue Committee
- Save The Children
Even if you can’t donate please help spread the news!!
The canon LGBTAQ+ character of the day is:
You!!!
Hey, sorry not sorry but I had a thought in the middle of a group therapy session- don’t question me- Can we call Gryffindor the Gryffin-dorm? Ok, I’ll go die now, goodnight.