Oh Shit A Pipe Burst And My House Is Flooded. Shiiiiiiit

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I'm sorry, we as a society do not talk about the fact that in order to maintain his playboy billionaire status Bruce Wayne had to sleep with a lot of people,, a lot, of people in order to maintain that.

And I'm not shaming him for that, get your hot girl summer brucie hell yea, but what I will say is can you imagine,,,

How hilarious it would be that when eventually Batman's identity gets revealed- it's not the reaction he was expecting.

‘‘Oh my god. Oh my god, Bruce Wayne Bruce Wayne the the bimbo Sexy billionaire boy. He is the stoic hard-ass Batman. There's no way-”that's not the reaction. The reaction is

“holy fucking shit I've slept with Batman”

Three quarters of that city and beyond is sat in front of their TVs, their radios, their phones,, I don't care. They're sitting there, agape going ‘I have slept with the Dark Knight. I have seen Gotham's Bat naked on his knees-‘

bruce wouldn’t be able to look the justice league nor his kids in the eyes for weeks after the reveal, solely due to the gossip channels or smth

The way this man's entire face lights up when he sees Kory and his eyes shine at her 🥹

Yesss I love those two <3 I’m really looking forward to getting to the point in childhood homes where I can focus on them

thank you for spreading the good word of tim and babs friendship. i love tims dynamic with cass and especially steph but my eyes have never been opened to tim and babs. this is beautiful

YYYEEEESSSSS YOU GET IT SOMEBODY FINALLY GETS ME. I MAY BE THE ONLY ONE FIGHTING OUT HERE

THE POTENTIAL. SO MUCH POTENTIAL. DC GIVE ME THE FUCKING PEN LET ME IN THE ROOM

they're both tech savvy! both headstrong and logical! babs chose to become oracle after facing such a trauma. tim chose to be robin because he couldn't let batman and gotham be. they both chose their roles! he's devastatingly little brother to her. big sister babs to him! it makes! so much! sense!!!!!!!

DC doesn't get it like i get it. they spawned their interactions like out of nowhere basically and then proceeded to never let them be close like how i see it. tim and babs... ohhh tim and babs my favourites

Mootie more trans!tim timber pls it’s my birthday 

(My bday was actually yesterday)

HAPPY LATE ANNIVERSARY OF BEING BIRTHED!!!! I hope for you to go out someday the same way you came into the world. ❤💛💚💙💜🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂☕☕☕☕☕☕☕

And, of course :3

Stephanie, unaware of Tim's identity and that he's trans, referring to him as "birdboy" and "boy wonder" every two seconds:

Tim, vibrating with the happies:

Stephanie: Are you okay . . ?

Tim: Never been better.

—

Tim, after transitioning: DAD!!! I NEED PADS!

Jack: ??? Like a notepad?

Tim: . . . For my period.

Jack, thinking this is a school thing: Which one?

Tim, groaning loudly and climbing back up the stairs: I MISS MOM!

Jack: ???

Dana: Did you forget Tim was trans, again?

Jack: . . . F-#$—

—

Bruce: I saw you sneaking those pain killers, what injury are you hiding this time?

Tim: My period???

—

Bernard: I don't get what's so funny?

Tim: I asked for pads with wings...

Bernard, holding up a box of pads in one hand and barbecue chicken wings in the other: I made you wings and got pads though? :(

Tim: I love you.

Bernard: I love you too?

Tim: I love you so much.

Bernard: I love you more?

—

Tim, stumbling inside his houseboat after a twelve hour long workday at W.E., instantly ripping his suit off an tossing his binder to the ground, groaning as he falls face first into bed: I shouldn't have worn that all day. Ow. All the ow. I need oxygen...

Cass, who stopped by to snack on the leftovers Bernard made: No patrol for you tonight >:/

Tim: Nooooooo...

—

Tim, snickering as he holds his binder up: Hey, hey, hey, Bern.

Bernard: Oh no... Yes, Timboo?

Tim, grinning: De-boob-inator.

Bernard, bursting into laughter:

Tim, laughing harder:

—

Tim, sipping chamomile tea:

Bruce: Are you... Drinking tea? No soda? Was zesti recalled again? I can call the company —

Tim: No, no, Alfred made it for me! Helps with nausea and cramps and anxiety, good for periods.

Bruce: Oh. Alfred, how'd you know?

Alfred: It was an old trick your Mother taught me, actually. She'd have three cups a day when she had her menstrual cycle. I find it quite poetic, actually, in a way she's caring for her grandchildren even from the grave...

Bruce: . . . That's to many emotions for me to handle at this hour.

Tim: That's to may emotions for you to handle at any hour.

—

Tim, hiding in a dark, dark closet: Gender dysphoria can't touch me here.

Tim, crying while eating a spoonful of half melted ice cream:

—

they're meant for each other or something

Tim: Can you imagine the food they eat in jail? Bleh!

Dick: Don't need to imagine, it's disgusting.

Jason: When did you try prison food?!

Dick: When I was 8.

Tim, scoffing: If you commited a crime I'm pretty sure there'd be hundreds of articles about it, I didn't see any when I was researching you.

Dick: Oh! I didn't commit a crime.

Jason: Why the fuck would you be in Juvie if you didn't commit a crime?

Dick: Orphanages were full.

Everyone:

Jason: The hell?

Tim: I'm calling a lawyer, that has to be illegal.

Damian, in the vent: I can't believe this city's incompetence.

Dick: I can. Now get down here.

Damian: Fine.

I always get a kick out of the moments when Bruce, instead of rushing to Diana's aid in the heat of battle, chooses to observe her expertly taking down opponents, all while calmly munching on something.

After all, isn't it wonderful when your beloved doesn't need your protection, but is perfectly capable of defending herself and kicking anyone's butt?

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