The Joke That The Bats See Their Contingency Plans As A Form Of Love Is Super Fucking Funny, Don't Get

writing is 10% storytelling and 90% rearranging three sentences for an hour like you're trying to solve an ancient curse

I love this panel so much

I love this entire short storyline

Just Damian is her entire world. She loves her little boy so much

(Also to add I absolutely love the speaking in Arabic part so much

Wayne Family Social Media - The Waynes on Twitter Masterpost

IThe Waynes Profiles

1 - The butts match

1.5 - The butts match

2 - Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, is told he needs to be “more professional” on Twitter. He disagrees and choses chaos instead

3 - Confession time

4 - Batman has a sugar daddy?

5 - Tim Drake-Wayne/Sleep , 20k words, slowburn, angst, enemies to lovers

6 - Batkids tweet highlights

7 - Red Hood and Arsenal

8 - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson-Wayne and Jason Todd-Wayne read your thirst tweets

9 - Duke gets verified!!!

10 - How Damian deals with online hate

11 - Private Account tweet highlights

12 - Batkids tweet highlights 2

13 - The Wayne’s decide to be chaotic on Twitter

14 - Bullying Lex Luthor, a family bonding experience

15 - Batkids tweet highlights 3

16 - Private account tweet highlights 2

17 - Love triangles are OUT, time for a love square

18 - Wayne kids being gay on twitter

19 - The Wayne kids interactions with Gotham’s rogues

20 - Human Disaster Tim Drake-Wayne

21 - Bats and friends

22 - Human Disaster Dick Grayson-Wayne

23 - Siblings, am I right?

24 - Human Disaster Stephanie Brown

25 - Human Disaster Cassandra Wayne

26 - So about that coffin

27 - Human Disaster Duke Thomas

28 - Human Disaster Bruce Wayne

29 - Human Disaster Damian Wayne

30 - Human Disaster Jason Wayne

31 - Disaster Family: The Waynes

32 - The Bats are ever so slightly unhinged (lie)

33 - Manors haunted.

34 - Broose

35 - The Waynes really just say things

36 - This is me admitting defeat. I cannot keep on thinking of names of chapters.

37 - The (older) batkids have nailed this social media thing if you ask me

38 - Dickie, are you okay?

39 - The struggles of being a (really rich) single parent

40 - *Squints at writing on palm* The Wames everybody!

41 - These are Bruce’s ‘babies’ btw

42 - Bruce is high (on painkillers), what could go wrong?

43 - *chuckling awkwardly* uh what

44 - the waynes are suffering but not really

45 - this is so healthy of them… also, the wayne’s are a category on twitter??

46 - Bruce and his exes

47 - Exposing Tim Drake-Wayne

48 - The Bats are doing fine, why do you ask?

49 - Dickie’s getting old

50 - Red Hood The Vigilante?? I Think?? - coming soon :)

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.

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Wonder Woman: The Hiketeia

Wonder Woman #20 : Dark knight of the soul!

Old superbat art for no reason

Bruce: oh my god, I'm so worried, Dick has been kidnapped, what if something happens to him.

Dick:

I bet the JL has a “how fucked are we” metric that’s literally just how many of Bruce’s kids are there.

Like if he pulls up to the alien invasion or whatever with just Robin, then everything’s fine. More than fine, actually, because Bruce feels comfortable enough to bring his eight year old along for the ride. This battle will take approximately fifteen minutes and they’ll all get shawarma after. Not fucked in the slightest.

But if Red Robin shows up too… hmm, okay, this is getting somewhat serious. Tim is one of Bruce’s most trusted partners; he’s the smart Robin, the tactician, the loyal one, and so if Batman brought him along then it means he’s at least a little bit worried about shit hitting the fan and wants one his advisors around. But the combined brain power of Bruce and Tim is pretty much unmatched (DC plot armor for the win), so everything will be fine, basically. Superman might take a hit, but everything’s going to be fine. Just keep calm and you’ll all make it home in time to Door Dash some Panda Express before it closes. So not that fucked.

It starts to get serious after that. When Signal and Spoiler roll up the scene, shit has definitely hit the fan. Batman’s worried enough to call in reinforcements and he’s probably doubting the League’s ability to listen/obey his orders, so he needs a backup plan in case things go really south. But with Signal’s abilities and Steph’s superpower of turning anything into a joke, chances are you’ll be okay. Maybe impaled or something, but okay. But still, fucked.

When Nightwing shows, the JL knows it’s starting to get dicey out on the field. See, Nightwing’s got his own team, his own issues—the fact that he set that all aside to help out his dad is cause for concern. On a scale from 1-10, they are at a 7. Above moderately fucked.

And… oh God. Black Bat? Most of the time the JL doesn’t even see her, but once she makes herself known and starts fighting alongside her siblings, they all start to silently freak out. Black Bat is a fucking machine and if she’s breaking a sweat trying to fight the Big Bad, things are definitely not going to go well. They start praying that Batman figures something out. They freak out. They are intrinsically fucked.

But God Forbid you catch sight of the Red Hood. The prodigal son is a legitimate killer, and if Batman’s letting him blow out brains then the JL knows he’s desperate. And a desperate Batman is not good. At all. They are definitely fucked.