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Kon: So, I'm taking Tim out for-
Wally: Wait. Out as in dating? Romantically?
Kon, annoyed: Yeah, so?
Roy: And you, uh, cleared it with the big bat?
Kon: Bruce? I mean, he knows, I guess. I didn't ask him for permission.
Wally: He's cooked, Roy.
Kon: He's chill.
Roy: Yup. Cooked.
Kon: I know he's the Batman and all that but he's not like that. We always get on.
Wally: Yeah, so did we. Then I woke up one night and he was sitting on my bed. He wanted to talk about the open door policy he had the Manor.
Roy: He ran me off the road just to "talk". Next thing I know, he's lecturing me about respect and how I should keep my hands to myself.
Wally: To be fair, you could tone down the PDA.
Roy: I literally patted Jay's leg before I got up to get him a beer. Bruce blew out my back tires and left me stranded on the freeway at 4am
Kon: Well, that's you two. Bruce has always been on my side. We-
*muffled footsteps on the roof*
Kon: What the-
Wally: That's either Santa Claus or Bruce "Touch my boy and I'll gut you" Wayne. And it's fucking July. See you around, buddy.
Roy: Imma head out.
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THAT SHOULD BE ME!
requested | by 🎨💚anon pairings | dick grayson, jason todd, kyle rayner x fem! reader summary | the boys having to watch/listen to the exploits of your false romantic life with another. he's not jealous at all.
KYLE RAYNER
It was getting harder and harder to maintain the jovial facade Kyle feels like he's been projecting for hours now.
You and Guy were close, having been partners even before Kyle had gotten his ring. You've seen each other through thick and thin. Including, it seems, pretending to be a couple several times through the years.
Still, did that mean you had to sit so close to each other? You were practically sitting in his lap!
Just when Kyle thinks surely there can't be any more stories of undercover dates and gods forbid, stolen kisses, Guy somehow pulls something else out of his ass.
"Don't ever share a bed with this one, she kicks." Just like that, Kyle feels his world come crumbling down.
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— A Moment of Comfort - Hal Jordan
pairing: Hal Jordan x gn! reader
summary: no thought just Hal comforting you while you cry
cw: crying, big feelings, hal being a softy <3 cuddling
froggi yaps -> i was not going to post again tonight and then I got to 9-1-1 s8e15 and my night was ruined so here's this <3 hope you guys are having a better night than me
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Jason: Hey, Damian, look at this. It's from the World's Ugliest Dog Competition.
Damian: No dog is ugly, they just don't fit certain aesthetics. They are as they were made by Allah, beautiful in their own way.
Dick: That's very deep, Damian. Maybe you're right. Maybe there is no such thing as an ugly-
Damian: There is. There is such a creature.
Jason: A creature?
Damian, showing them his phone: A beast from the depths. A hideous creature.
Dick: That's... just a picture of Tim?
Tim:
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Bruce, answering the phone: Hey, Clark, what's up?
Clark: Is Kon there?
Bruce: Yes, I'm just making up some snacks. He came over to study for that math test with Tim. Why? You want to talk to him?
Clark: No, it's just... Well, Ma grounded him and he snuck out. He's scared her half to death. I don't know what to do with that boy.
Bruce: Well, while I don't agree with his actions, he's a good kid, Clark. He's had it rough but he just needs a little encouragement to stay on the right path. I mean he came over to study for a test after all. There's hope.
Clark: I guess you're right. Tim has been such a good influence on him ever since they started dating.
Bruce: Dating?
Clark:
Bruce:
Clark:
Bruce, covering the speaker: Conner Kent, get down here this instant and fly your ass back to Kansas before I kick it back there. The Kents are worried sick. And Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, you're grounded for a week. How many times do I have to tell you to keep that goddamn door open when you have company? Studying? My ass. Do I look as if I was born yesterday? You can tutor him with the door open.
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Bruce Wayne is beloved by the Rogues. I mean, can you really hate such an innocent, naive, pretty fool with a big heart? Yes, he has to be kidnapped and held for ransom but that doesn't mean they want to hurt him and he sort of abuses that affection. He's not proud of it.
Bruce faces legal trouble, and he's actually ready to fight it, he's got the case in order but is he really going to say no when Harvey Dent strides into the courtroom, demands to act as his lawyer? No. He's going to let Harvey work, all he's got to do is look helpless and smile when Harvey pats his hand and call him "doll".
Bruce is in the middle of a hostage situation with Scarecrow and there's a dozen other hostages. Bruce immediately bursts into tears, starts trauma dumping and Scarecrow immediately kicks into psychiatrist gear, talking Bruce through his panic attack and ruminations while Robin slowly sneaks the hostages out. He gets to free the hostages and talk some shit out.
Harley has him tied up on an office chair and is threatening to shove him out of the window when Bruce just asks her whether he looks OK, because Batman might show up and he hasn't called Bruce back since their last date. Harley immediately stops rolling him toward the window, spins him around and gives him a lecture on toxic relationships, how he needs to work on himself and love himself like she did when she left Joker.
He's not proud of playing up the dumb billionaire but if he can talk rogues down and get them to focus on doing good, he's willing to play to ditz.
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just in case
you drop your bag by the wall and toe off your shoes, already scanning the room out of habit. it’s a decent hotel. this is kind of place bruce would approve of if he pretended not to be a control freak.
jason locks the door behind you, checks it once, then checks it again. chain included. only then does he relax enough to shrug out of his jacket.
“dibs on the right side,” you say automatically, already moving toward the bed.
he stops you with a hand on your wrist. gentle, but firm.
“no,” he says.
you blink at him. “what do you mean, no?”
“i mean i’m sleeping on that side.”
you frown. “jason. i always sleep on the right side.”
“yeah, i know.”
“then why are you—”
“because i’ll be between you and the door.”
the words land heavier than you expect. you look past him, to the door. the locks. the narrow stretch of carpet between it and the bed.
“…why?” you ask, quieter now.
jason exhales through his nose like he’s already tired of explaining it. he sits on the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on the floor.
“if we’re attacked,” he says, like he’s talking about the weather, “it’ll be easier to protect you.”
your chest tightens.
“jason,” you start.
he looks up at you then. really looks. his eyes are soft but stubborn, that familiar mix of care and defiance.
“i’m not debating this,” he adds. “just get in bed.”
you hesitate, then climb onto the left side. he immediately shifts closer to the edge, like he’s positioning himself without even thinking about it. instinctive. practiced.
you lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.
“you know this place is probably fine,” you say.
“probably,” he agrees.
“…and you know i can take care of myself.”
he snorts quietly. “never said you couldn’t.”
then his arm comes around you, solid and warm, pulling you closer until your back presses to his chest. he fits there like it’s the most natural thing in the world, one leg hooked over yours, hand resting at your waist.
his voice drops, low and honest. “doesn’t mean i won’t try anyway.”
you turn your head slightly, just enough to catch his jaw in profile. the tension there. the vigilance that never really shuts off.
“you’re ridiculous,” you murmur.
“yeah,” he says. “but you’re safe.”
you let yourself sink into him, finally relaxing, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. the door fades from your thoughts. the room feels smaller, quieter, sealed off by the weight of his presence.
as sleep starts to pull you under, you feel his grip tighten just a little, like he’s anchoring you to him.
right side of the bed or not, you think, this is exactly where you want to be.
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I was joking about it earlier but Talia and the al Ghuls being so much richer than Bruce is fucking hilarious because picture it, you're the wealthiest man in your city, richer than your vigilante colleagues but you are poorer than one of the women of your dreams, the mother of your son. Just thinking about how that goes down.
Bruce: Talia, you didn't have to get me anything.
Talia: Nonsense. I like buying you pretty things.
Bruce:
Bruce: We will have to abandon this plan. It isn't possible to build. We haven't the resources.
Damian: I can loan you the money. From my trust.
Bruce, thinking he's being cute: That's your college fund, Dami.
Damian, unbothered: If you won't takr it gton me, I'm sure Grandfather would fund it. If you asked him.
Bruce:
Ra's: You can indeed marry my daughter, Detective. I'm ecstatic.
Bruce:
Ra's: But there is the matter of the prenup. You just have to sign here, initial there, signature at the bottom...
Bruce:
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Tim: there is something I need to tell, B
Bruce: okay..
Tim: I don't know how to say this
Bruce, fully expecting that tim is coming out the closet: There is no rush.
Tim: promise that you won't be mad
Bruce: of course not
Tim: ... I don't have a spleen...
Bruce: I will support -wait what?
Bruce: the hell you mean you don't have a spleen
Tim: you promised that you would not be mad
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Anonymous asked:
An idea I've had for a while is JLA meet the Batfam kind of thing but instead of the kids, it's Talia.
The JLA know the Talia Al Ghul, the assassin princess stuff already.
Instead they discover that Batman and her are a divorced couple with feelings involved.
What do you think?
Picture it, the Watchtower.
Bruce: Talia, you can't just show up-
Talia: One of us has to. Damian tells me you missed his soccer game.
Bruce: It was tryouts and he told me not to come. He wanted me to work on catching Professor Pyg-
Talia: Do your enemies send you Father's Day cards? No? Then they aren't your children.
Bruce: I'll have you know that the Joker does.
Talia:
Bruce:
Talia: And another thing, Damian made several spelling and grammar mistakes in his last threatening letter to my father. I asked you to make sure he didn't lose his Mandarin or his Arabic.
Bruce: Well, he's learning Japanese. Maybe he's mixing-
Talia: I don't care what language he is learning, but you are sending him to the after school courses I found for him.
Bruce:
Talia: oh, so you're not only ignoring our son but his culture too. I suppose I should be thankful that you don't pay child support.
Bruce: Oh yeah, sure, throw that in my face. We all get it, your father is wealthier that me.
Talia: We're comfortable.
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