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It has occurred to me that my Instagram is probably the one place on the internet with the most gathered photos of Bart Allen. 373 posts, all of Bart, mostly his comic form but also fanart all credited- I swear I’m not obsessed, I just really love his character.

People forget Bart is canonically a SK8R boi so here’s your reminder 💕✨

Note for the DC fandom: Bart isn’t Wally’s protége (or Barry’s, for that matter). He always worked with Max Mercury, or Jay Garrick, if Max is unavailable.

I see this happen a lot in YJ98 fanart, where the Core 4 is shown with their mentors, and it bugs me. Barry was kinda dead during the 90’s, and Wally really only worked with Bart when the situation called for it, they didn’t hang out much (neither are mature enough to deal with each other for extended periods of time).

Smaller gripe, but Kon also didn’t spend a ton of time with Clark. That’s mostly because Superman has this long track record of accidentally being a terrible father. It’s more of a gripe than anything, as Kon usually trained under Psimon or the Guardian (as he doesn’t really have Kryptonian powers, just tactile telekinesis).

Wally: If you're coming with me on this mission, you need to follow my orders, understand?

Bart: I promise to follow you to the Letter.

Bart: As long as that letter isn't 'Q'.

Bart: Or any other vowel, for that matter.

Kon and Bart: *eating insane amounts of Pie*

Kon: Tim, you gotta order a piece of this pie.

Tim: I did. You guys immediately ate it.

Kon: What would make you possibly believe I have any idea that I knew where this "wolf" is?

Tim: Oh, well first off, somebody called in an anonymous report that some masked teen was flying through Metropolis with a moving tarp. Secondly, I'm dating you and I know when you're lying and third, there's around 300 packets of tarter sauce on the doorstep.

Kon: You're right... I'll start watching my cholesterol.

Tim: Kon.

Kon: Bart was here?

Tim, walking to a walk in closet and opening it so the wolf tumbles out: Kon.

Kon: ... Whaaaat? Bart must've... hid that... there. Without me knowing... Crazzzy.

Bart: I'm the best observer you know!

Tim: Last week you thought that a sponge in the tower was an owl.

Bart: If you'd stop buyin' ‘em in bird colors, that would stop happening.

Bart, trying hard to be the distraction: I'm so sorry about this. It's my assistant that makes all the reservations, and she's been under heavy medications. She was recently diagnosed with Parvo.

Bad guy: Isn't that a dog's disease?

Bart, watching Tim sneak behind the desk: Yes, yes, it is. My assistant is a Golden Retriever. Adorable, but dim. Her whole keyboard is just three big buttons. She has very large paws. I should have fired her years ago, but she's a rescue and I just didn't have the heart.

Tim: Alright, I hope you all payed attention to my presentation. Bart, how can you tell that one is a compulsive liar?

Bart: Assuming that their pants aren't on fire.

Tim: Bart, this is serious.

Bart: I'm being completely serious.

Bart: Collecting charity money for the Justice League Ball?

Wally: We don't have Balls.

Bart: I honestly have no response to that.

Bart has DID theory

Aha this is a long one... Adding onto my post a little bit ago cause I was on the train and didn't have enough rant energy-

Bart has eidetic memory, or Hyperthymesia, or photographic memory, whatever works for you. He remembers everything he's ever read, seen, or heard, but in some of the comic strips, it's him being confused about a certain series or event that happened, like he didn't recall it almost, which is almost impossible due to his advanced memory. One of the most common symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder is memory gaps when in a different personality. You have no idea how excited I am about this cause I have DID and positive representation, yes please. When I find the comic strips I'm talking about I'll repost and add them in but I'm on a rampage rn. Not even sorry.

Bart is known to have mood swings throughout the entire Impulse series, where he gets grumpy or pouty, things like that, but that childish nature could actually be a personality. He could feel robbed of his childhood since he couldn't "live it" due to his situation growing up, so he creates an entire persona to live like a child in his teenage body. Everyone always brushes it off to him being "a speedster", and the fact that he is ALSO supposed to represent a character with Autism and his ADHD plus ADD, it all kinda adds up, because he switches into this person sometimes that's sarcastic and has a more bleak outlook. He still is always there for his friends, even if they underappreciate the HECK out of him, but it wouldn't make sense in the sense that he's silly only because of his Hyper-changing Autism. AUTISM ISN'T A PERSONALITY PEOPLE. Honestly? The excuse that it's because he's a speedster doesn't add up either. Being a speedster can make him bored easily and he has a hyperglycemia diet where he has to eat full meals every two hours, but it doesn't explain why he so suddenly shifts into entirely new moods. being moody is one thing, but being Bart is a whole new can of worm on strings.

I think one of the biggest things to show this is when Jerico shot his knee using the body of Deathstroke. Before the incident, he never wanted to take up Wally's mantle because he thought it was disrespectful and he didn't deserve it, but after he was shot he took no hesitation in taking up the suit. That entire comic screwed me over because: 1, no one touches my baby Bart. 2, everyone was so rude to him like 24/7?? To BART of all people. 3, that gunshot would've done a LOT more damage then what they diagnosed him. A SHOTGUN was TWO INCHES from his knee and blast him from that space and they gave him a prosthetic kneecap? Excuse me, there'd be nothing LEFT to ATTATCH IT TO, but that's a rant for another time. What I'm getting at here is he wanted to exact his revenge on Jerico, which is typical, I would too if someone capped my knee. But he read the ENTIRE SAN FRANSICO LIBRARY IN ONE SITTING!! Bart, who HATES sitting in one place reading anything that isn't a comic read an entire LIBARAY and not some normal one, this one was MASSIVE. He learned everything about the human nervous system and used it against Slade to his advantage, before it was revealed it was actually Jerico.

SO, he took on the Kid FLash mantle, something he said he wouldn't do. He read an entire library in one sitting, something he wouldn't noramlly do. He became incredibly serious about his mission, something he normally isn't. His kid Flash persona is not him. His trauma from the experience added with his stress must've forced a new one to form, since he already Had his "Impulse" persona it was easy.

Bart Allen has DID and no one can change my mind.

Okay but look, I think Bart might have DID (Dissociative identity Disorder) and here’s why:

Bart obviously has a lot of trauma, a lot more than a normal teenager should, even for superheroes, and it isn’t a competition, but a lot more than all his teammates (Tim, Kon, Cassie, etc.). He hides everything about him being upset about his past and trauma behind his fun persona that he named “impulse”. He may not have made the hero name but he made its personality.

There are a lot of moments where it’s him being super positive about a really negative situation, and we know he knows it. He realises it’s a delicate situation but he still smiles. I think he has a personality that physically doesn’t let him think badly about a situation that was created by his PTSD. GuyS

Warm Bodies

(Originally posted on AO3 by me/aka user CrashCityCentral)

The last thief was knocked out with a swift knee to his face and he fell limp. The distant sirens caught the vigilante’s attention and he let go of the KOd criminal's hair, dropping him to the ground then slumped into the shadows, hoisting himself up a fire escape and to the rooftop overlooking the dark alleyway where the fight took place. He peered over the edge to the carnage he left behind; a group of 8, 6 men and 2 women, unconsciously strewed across the alley floor, all petty thefts and wanna-be big shots. He left once he made sure none of them woke back up and the police were close enough. He never bothered staying around for these moments, the police were looking for him too. He didn’t always keep his opponents alive. But, like any other corny romance novel, he met someone and they changed him. For the better, which he honestly thought was impossible until that point. He didn’t look back again and instead traveled through the city by rooftop. It was just about time to hang up his helmet for the night.

He jumped from building to building, the close proximity of the cities structures making it perfect for travel. Once he was close enough to his current safe house, he dropped down to the streets and ducked into a darker part of the backend allies where he pulled a bag from a hidden spot. He opened it, stripping his chest plate off and stuffing it inside. He then reached around his head to press two switches on either side of his helmet and slowly pull it off revealing his face. Jason Todd.

Jason slung the bag over his shoulders, now casually dressed in a tank-top and his suit pants, walking back to the main roads and towards the direction of his safe house, acting as casual as ever. This had been his constant routine. Once at the door, he pulled his keys out and unlocked a padlock that kept a latch shut. When the latch was opened he entered a six-digit code the door clicked and was pushed open. From where his warehouse was there was a glimpse of moonlight shining through the windows and now open the door, with only his shadow blocking out the only source of light in the dark room. Jason closed the door again slowly and tried not to make a sound as he locked it once more and put his keys on a nearby table. The room was a deafening silence, almost making his ears ring. It wasn’t always this quiet. He moved to hang up his gear and walked further into the house. His movements were slow, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or sore from fighting. It could be both. He let out an exhausted sigh before reaching the bedroom, moving the door handle slowly so the creaking wouldn’t disrupt the silence. There was a figure on the bed, laying there and waiting for him. It didn’t move when he came fully into the room and shut the door or took off his boots. It didn’t move until he walked over and was hovering over the bed and sat on the edge.

“Hey, Bart,” Jason said without even bothering to look at the boy laying down beside him.

“Welcome home, Jay,” Bart replied, with his usual animated grin. Though it was dark, Jason could practically see that smile. Something about the way he says it now makes it sound rehearsed. It was the same reply Jason got every time he came back, followed by the usual questions asked at rapid-fire. “How did it go? Did you kick ass? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” Jason said, his reply just as practiced. He didn’t bother answering the other two. He couldn’t. He just stared at the same place he zoned into when he sat down.

“You seem sad. What’s wrong?” Bart asked. Though he didn’t hear it, Jason could feel Bart move closer.

“You know what’s wrong.” The silence was too much. It was all wrong. All of it.

“What do you mean, Jay?” Bart’s voice still feigned the innocent confusion it always had.

Jason loved that about him. He loved how confused Bart got sometimes. When Bart gets too confused he gets frustrated and makes this cute pouty face and his leg bounces more violently the longer he thinks. It was just so him .

“Please don’t act like you don’t know.” Jason’s tone was nothing but pain. His voice was leveled but his mind was anything but. It’s been a long night.

“What’s wrong?” There he goes again. Those same routine lines. Those same replayed words. Those same concerned eyes.

Jason refused to look at those eyes. He knew if he did he’d cave and just accept this. But he couldn’t.

“You need to leave, Bart.” He swallowed hard, regretting the words but not taking them back either. This needed to happen. For both of them.

“I don’t understand.” the smile in Bart’s voice was gone. What was left was just concern. Jason cried.

The first few tears slipped out unannounced until they all just started pouring out. Tears and broken sobs. He wiped them away quickly, eyes screwed shut. There was a tingling sensation like someone had grazed their fingers lightly, over his cheek. His hand was so cold.

“Don’t cry, Jaybird.” Bart soothed. Jason reminded himself he couldn’t look. If he looked it became real.

“Please stop, Bart. Just go.” He rubbed his eyes. The ear-ringing silence came back. In the back of his mind, Jason knew he’d be back, just like he always is. But he was alone for now, his thoughts leaving him in peace until the next time. He opened his eyes.

Jason felt like crying again. He didn’t want to push him away, he didn’t want to tell Bart to leave. He wanted nothing more than to cave in and just collapse, letting Bart’s words soothe everything away and kiss him until he didn’t feel anything but loved. To listen to his rambles again and be praised with every villain he didn’t kill.

He wanted all of that back, he wanted his speedster.

Whatever his mind was doing to him was sick. Bart was dead. He has been for some time.

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reblog if you’re asexual, support asexual people or really really want a crossbow for literally no reason.

Friendly reminder that English wasn’t Bart’s first language.

Y'all ain't prepared for how many nicknames I have for Timbers.

Tim Drake.

The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive (2006) #1

inaccurate Flashfam quotes #9

Bart: Wally, you are now Australian.

Wally, sighing deeply: Why is that, Bart?

Bart: You know what a Wallaby is?

Wally: ... *Another heavy sigh*

Bart: *goes onto explain what a Wallaby is*

inaccurate Core Four quotes #5

Tim: Comm check. Red Robin.

Kon: Superboy.

Cassie: Wonder girl.

Bart, in autotune: Impulse.

Everyone: ...

Tim: Bart, please tell me you did not-

Bart, still in autotune: Hack the commlink and program it in autotune? ...No?

*Tim sighs heavily*

Fic Prompt: Notebook (Romance)

Person (A) missed a class and asked to borrow person (B)s notes. Person (B) gives (A) their notebook and tells them to just give it back the next day. Person (A) opens it to study that night but notices how neat it all was and the little notes and doodles of random things along all the pages. After studying, (A) went through and just looked at the cute doodles and note-to-selfs. (A) didn't know (B) could draw, and finds it cute getting to know them through the drawings, finding by the end, (A) has a little crush.

inaccurate Flashfam quotes #8

Black Flash: I've come to collect your souls.

Barry: I wont let you hurt my family!

Wally: We'll defeat you together!

Bart: COME AT ME, GRIM REAPER MOTHER FUCKER!

*absolute silence*

Max: That's my boy.

Bart and his doggy Bark

Just wanted to give the flashfam a dog since bats n supers have theirs. Barks a fat lil corgi Bart adopted :-0 whole fam plays with her tho cause cmon little corgi baby. Maybe I’ll draw Bark with Barry, Wally, Wally, thad, n co at some point

LIsten

Wayne Family Roadtrip

Bruce - How’s everyone doing?

Dick - *staring out the window* Man this stick guy is doing some serious parkour

Steph - Yellow car! *thwaks Jason*

Jason - AW FUCK!

Damian - Are you two really that immature that you just can’t sit still for a period of time and–

Cass - Damian look!

Damian - Cass what coul– Oh my god it’s a farm!

Tim - I spy with my little eye something beginning with c

Duke - Coffee cup on the floor

Tim - Damn you’re good

Bart, muffled - Are we there yet

Bruce - Who was that!

Bart - ……….your conscience 

Bruce - Bartholomew Henry Allen is that you!

Bart - …………no………can someone pass me a twix I’m starving 

This could be the most important post I’ve ever shared. Please Share it with anyone who is or might be going through this terrible disease.

https://twitter.com/ItsMa____/status/1345432772538724355?s=19

Awwwww

they got batburger after fighting the villain of the week

Batfam headcanon #ilostcount

The only reason there is cameras set up in wayne manor is to make commentary on Nerf wars. The announcer sits at the batcomputer and commentates on everything.

They also like to play irl Five Nights At Freddy, Flipping through the camera, and it's kinda like red light green light. Whenever a camera is in use, the little red light goes green and all movment in that room must stop. If it goes off again they're free to move about the room.

So I was thinking again- dangerous, I know- but I imagine Bart Bein obsessed with musicals, especially the ones with fighting and action, and he just runs around quoting classics durring fights, or singing songs from musicals whenever he has the chance.

And even better thought is he bonds with a bad guy on the field because they recognise the line-

"I thought heroes had mercy?"

"I'm a count, not a Saint."

"Wait- Count of Monte Cristo?"

"Yes???"

"I love that movie!"

"NOWAYMETOO"

He would, and you know it.

I want her back so bad, istg

and Owen

a most beloved scammer ❤️

Nuts! Nuts!

[Young Justice 52]