Old Superbat Art For No Reason

Mmmm tragedy. Love it

What if Jason died, got resurrected, started his whole rampage as Red Hood, but ended up losing his memories? Maybe he hit his head too hard, or the lazarus pit finally screwed his brain over, or he just woke up one day unable to remember anything except his time with the league so he goes back and instead of turning him into a weapon Talia gives Jason a choice to live the normal life he deserves. And Jason chooses it, of course, he does. He leaves Gotham, enters a University, and pursues an English Degree.

Years later, when Jason is an English Professor or maybe a librarian, Bruce sees him.

And Jason looks alive. Real. Glowing. He still has a white tuft in his hair, he still has scars, he's unable to explain, but he looks happy in a way Bruce hadn't seen him since the first time he put on that Robin uniform.

Bruce doesn't force anything. He makes small talk but then, out of nowhere, he asks, with wet, sad eyes, "Are you happy?"

Jason stares. Blinks. And then smiles, "Of course." And it wrecks Bruce.

Because he knows, he knows Jason wouldn't have died if he never met him, he knows Jason wouldn't have come back as a monster, he wouldn't have been cut open and stitched back wrong.

He knows Jason would've been happier, but knowing it and seeing it breaks him differently.

Because now Bruce is wondering: Would all of them be happier if they never met him?

Anyway if you guys get pissy at Jason for being a drug dealer in utrh, I know you have no genuine working knowledge of addiction and I think you should die and I am not joking.

People die from quitting cold turkey. Lots of addicts are self medicating because the healthcare system has failed them. Stopping the drug trade completely would be not only completely ineffectual (Jason's entire philosophy is that crime can't be ended only controlled and he is completely right) but it would also cause so many more problems than it would fix. Especially because in a place like Gotham there is little to no support for these people, except maybe Leslie's clinic, which is already understaffed and overfilled and is still only a hospital. It's not a rehab, and it's not a pharmacy. They can't give you prescriptions for free, especially painkillers, stimulants, and antidepressants.

Please take 10 seconds to actually think about the issues you're talking about before you post an incorrect quotes or "gotcha!" Where you say that Jason actually doesn't care about his community and is just as bad as Black Mask or whatever because *checks notes* he's realistic about crime reduction.

What if I died of happiness then rose from the grave to write 20 more chapters just for you? Wouldn’t be the first time comments have spurred a fic on in my brain

but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 account and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

People keep wanting to do horny shit re: vigilantes and their gloves. Lick a sewer pipe.

Awwwwwwwwwwww <3

Pls just imagine how dramatic a young justice fic would be if it was like

The one where Batman and Robin are magically de-aged to when they first started working together

So now you’ve got a very paranoid and over protective Batman who hasn’t actually met any of the other justice league members yet and an itsy bitsy Robin who looks like he’ll tear someone’s head off. The Justice League has them quarantined in the Watchtower, they’re not letting them go home to the batcave or anything, and Batman is arguing with Green Arrow while holding a flailing Robin by the scruff of his neck. He looks like a feral kitten.

Now keep in mind, no one in this scenario knows Batman and Robin’s secret identities. They’re not even really sure if they’re father and son, brothers, uncle and nephew, or maybe strange mentor and protege picked off the streets, they’ve no clue. So seeing what is now clearly a young twenty-something Batman trying to wrangle in a wriggling eight year old is both highly entertaining and totally baffling. Where the hell did these two even come from. And how has that tiny kid been around longer than some actual adult heroes.

“He bit me!” Kid Flash cries, running away from a glowering Robin.

“Don’t try to touch me next time, asshole!”

“Hey!” Batman barks, holding Robin up by an arm and dangling him in front of him. “We don’t bite super-powered strangers. Who knows what kind of radioactive germs they might have.”

“But B!” Robin’s voice is so high and whiny, Conner is starting to feel dizzy. “He tried to pick me up! He called me cute! I’m not cute I’m terrifying.”

And the two just keep bickering back and forth, Robin eventually hanging with his ankles and hands hooked around Batman’s arm. Batman is trying to shake him off like a bug. They are both still arguing with each other as this happens.

“Did Batman just accuse me of having radioactive germs?” Wally is gaping at the scene in front of him.

As is everyone else. This is a total mindfuck. Who let Batman be in charge of a kid.

The two of them do eventually, reluctantly, start to trust the league. And they’ve been told they have to stay on the Watchtower until their magic expert gets back from a mission. Four days from now.

There’s one point when most others stationed on the Watchtower are sleeping or taking a break, and Batman is holding a drowsy Robin close to his chest and looking out the windows of the observation deck. Someone brought them some casual clothes to wear during their downtime, but they both have domino masks over their eyes. Those who see them like that can’t quite comprehend just how young Batman looks without the cowl.

“The moon looks so big,” a sleepy Robin mumbles, his cheek squished against Batman’s shoulder.

“That’s ‘cause it’s so much closer here,” Batman tells him, his voice incredibly soft. “Can you see where Gotham would be?”

Robin’s head turns just slightly, looking toward the Earth, and he hums, a fist moving up to scrub at his eye.

“S’over there,” he points. “With all the clouds ‘n stuff.”

“Looks tiny from up here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Robin mouth opens in a comically wide yawn, then he shoves his face in Batman’s neck.

“S’not gonna fall from the sky, is it?”

“Nah.” Batman shifts his arms, holding Robin a little tighter. “This place is in orbit, kinda like how the moon is. It’s not gonna fall.”

“Would you catch it if it did?”

“I’d steal us a ship from here so fast, I wouldn’t need to catch it.”

“Kay.”

Batman presses his cheek to the top of Robin’s head, stray curls tickling his nose.

“Do you wanna practice your flips and shit in the morning? I’ll spot you.”

“Yeah,” Robin mumbles, “And I wanna scare Green Lantern by poppin’ outta the vent again. He screamed like a little girl when I landed on the table.”

“Do a flip when you do it and I’ll smuggle you an ice cream bar from their kitchen.”

“Deal.”

Batman has to twist his left arm funny so he can shake Robin’s hand, his right arm occupied by holding Robin up, and they shake on it.

Batman lets out a snort of a laugh, looking at Robin with an incredibly fond look on his face.

For everyone else, it’s a very long four days of them being menaces and encouraging each other to do more and more odd shit.

When they get turned back, they act like nothing was out of the ordinary. They’re not even phased when they’re reminded of some of the things they got into.

More thoughts on Clark fantasizing about sweaty Bruce "in a friend way":

The reason this lasts so long is coz every time Clark considers that maybe this behaviour isn't normal, he looks over at Bruce who's doing the exact same thing and thinks "nah, this is how friends act, totally bros"

He's memorising his heartbeat and scent? Bruce has already studied every inch of his body in great detail multiple times

He's interested in learning more about Bruce's parents and childhood? Bruce has been learning to speak kryptonian and studying the culture for years now

He treats the bat kids like his own kids? Bruce literally buys the bank his parents owe money to so they can keep the farm

He stares at the man's scars for a bit too long in the changing rooms? Bruce just full on looks him in the eye while he strips down then continues on like nothing happened

This man has not only matched his freak, he's doubled it and put a batsymbol on it

Dan Mora’s Dick Grayson

Oh the ideas

I read somewhere that its common in Arab culture to refer to someone close to you as your organs, implying you can’t live without them. Like how in english someone would say “my heart” (qalbi), in Arabic someone would also use “my liver” (kabidi) “my lungs” (riati). Notably, “my blood” is “Dami” which is funny bc it’s Damian’s shortened nickname.

Damian’s brothers have been using the nickname for years with or without knowing. I propose that as Damian gets closer to them, and Tim in particular, he responds in kind.

He starts to refer to Tim as “tuhali.”

…it means “my spleen.”

(Edit: this has now been confirmed by several Arabic speakers! Except the pronunciation of Dami (as in my blood) and Dami (shortened) are different which is sad. But my spleen idea works! So I’m happy!)

Canon accepted

I have so many sounds perfect for them I am slowly making my way through them all.

Here have something silly! Steph crashing at Tim’s boat after a hard night of work, and Tim kind of forgot Bernard was also there 🤭

happy death day, jason :3