He Actually Doesn’t Play Video Games… Just Wants Attention.

TEEN TITANS! GO

I'm to lazy to draw the others, sorry

in my perfect world this is how it happened

Starfire's design by me💫

I just want to make all titans like that

They just want to be silly teens, make stupid photos and sneak beers, not save the World from everything

Reference:

Drunk Bruce crying hysterically: Baby, Baby where are you? I miss you, Baby Alfred, sighing: Let's get you to bed, Master Bruce Bruce: Noooo, I need my baby. Alfred, I need my babies Alfred: Children, would you please assist me in getting your father into bed? Bruce, perks up: My babies are here? Batboys, just standing there:🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ Dick: ...um, Bruce? Are you drunk? Bruce, beams: Dickie! Baby, I missed you so much! *gives Dick a bear hug* Dick, laughing: I'm baby? Bruce, nodding: Baby, I'm so proud of you. You became such a good man but you never come home anymore. *cries harder* Dick: I visit at least once a week! Jason, smirking: Shame on you Goldie, you just made the old man cry! Dick: *splutters* Bruce: Jay! *hugs him* Baby, I love you so much. Did I ever tell you how much I love you? Jason, blushing: You stink of alcohol, Old Man. How much did you drink tonight? Bruce: I don't know? Diana gave me some of her amazonian wine and it was soooo good Jason: You went to a drinking party with Wonder Woman and you didn't invite me?! Bruce: Clark and Diana ambushed me. I can organise another party with Diana if that's what you want, baby Jason: Stop calling me baby! Bruce, cries and hugs Jason harder: Alfred, my baby doesn't want to be my baby anymore! Dick: Who's making Bruce cry now, Little Wing? Tim: Shame on you, Jason Damian: Tt, Todd, how could you do that to Father? Bruce hugs Tim and Damian, sobbing: Baby! Are the both of you still my babies? Tim: Uh, sure, Bruce Damian: I will accept the endearment considering you are currently impaired, Father Bruce: Baby, you're so small. Tiny. Miniature. My sweet precious little babies. Damian: Father, Drake may be short for his age, but I am still growing

Bruce, kisses Damian's forehead: Of course, Dami. I love you, baby Bruce, kisses Tim's forehead: I love you, Timmy Bruce, kisses Dick's forehead: I love you, Dickie Bruce, kisses Jason's forehead: I love you, Jaylad Bruce, kisses Alfred's forehead: I love you, dad Alfred, eyes tearing up: I love you too, son. Let's get you to bed now, alright? Bruce, sobbing: Alfie, my babies didn't say they love me back. They don't love me Dick, hugs Bruce: Aw, Bruce, I love you too. You should get drunk more often Tim: I love you too, Bruce Damian: I love you, Father [Everyone looks to Jason expectantly] Jason, grumbling: I love you too, Old Man Bruce, still crying: My babies love me back. Dad, my babies love me Alfred: Yes, they do, Master Bruce. We all do. Now, for the last time, would you go to bed? Bruce: If you tuck me in Alfred: Of course, lad [Babs, Cass and Steph are at a girl's night out and laughing their asses off at the security footage. It's excellent blackmail and teasing material]

THE HELMET BROS.

DC Super Hero Girls has given me many things. But by far my favorite thing is they have the best incarnation of Bruce Wayne. And I say that not as like oh this is 10000% who Batman is.

No. I mean they have the best version of billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. Better than even the movies have gotten for one sole reason;

I want you to take one look at this bougie himbo, one fucking look,

And tell me who in their right mind would believe this man is the goddamned Batman.

He is too pretty. Too well put together. Too big a himbo. Too covered in fucking camera crews and groupies to ever pull it off. No one would ever even fucking consider this gem of a man could do it!

But he does and it works so fucking well.

And, oh my God, it's my new favorite thing.

Today's a good day to be a SuperBat fan <3

Everyone say thank you Dan Mora and thank you Jorge Jimenez!!

It's a wip wednesday and this week's word for word game wednesday is blink so. This is a little snippet from a thing I started writing on a whim a long time ago that I might never finish but still wanted to share it

Cw: depressed state, omegaverse

The mug filled with tea clinked softly when he placed it down on the table. Dick didn’t look up at him, didn’t thank him with a smile like he normally would. He just kept staring into space, with a hand unconsciously placed on his stomach.

”Your tea, little bird.” Slade said gently.

He took a seat next to Dick, close enough that their thighs touched. When Dick still didn’t move, Slade pressed a kiss to the mating bite on his neck and only then Dick shuddered slightly, blinking a few times.

”Slade,” he breathed out when he realized his mate was back with him in the room. ”What is it?”

”I brought you some tea, baby” Slade rumbled, lips still against his skin. He let out a bit of his protective scent, trying to hide how worried he was feeling deep inside. It was normal. It happened after every heat and it was the most normal thing but that still didn’t stop Slade from hating it.

Dick nuzzled under his jaw, scenting him back. His scent was a bit sour with sadness and grief but Slade didn’t mind it at all. It will pass, in a few days. Maybe even tomorrow, if they’re lucky.

”Thank you.” The omega whispered. He reached for the mug but didn’t drink from it. Instead he just held it in his hands and kept staring at the wall, lost in his thoughts.

Slade felt sick.

They make me ill