Lol

Do you think Captain Marvel (Shazam) can inflict harm on himself?

Like if he’s in a situation where someone is forcing him to say the magic word (with the lasso of truth or something) and Captain Marvel knows if he transforms back to Billy he’ll die, couldn’t he just rip his own vocal cords out?

Like, obviously if he did they’ll heal (cause he’s magic) and he’d be able to speak again eventually, but ripping out your own vocal cords would be a pretty badass way to counter a villain, huh?

Good shock value for the horror everyone else would have at this person tearing out their own throat just so he wouldn’t say a word

The Batkids have the same twenty dollar bill that has been going around for like 16 years straight or something - beginning with Jason and Dick

The story goes:

Jason, 12: I bet you $20 that I can make Bruce cry without saying a word

Dick: Deal.

Jason: *walks up to Bruce and hugs with love in his eyes*

Bruce: *violently sobbing and picking Jason up*

Dick: *angrily walks by and slyly hands Jason a 20*

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A few weeks later it’s

Dick, on a skyscraper looking down at a different one: I bet $20 that I can make this landing

(Info: this genuinely should not be possible for Plot Reasons)

Jason: okay but if you die I get to keep it

Dick: *jumps and lands it*

Jason: *sadly climbs back down to the street and hands a proud Dick the SAME $20 he earned not too long ago*

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This goes on between them for years - up until you know what

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Dick, out of habit: I bet you $20 you can’t do six front flips in a row

Tim, new and eager to please: watch me bitch

Tim: *does it perfectly - maybe with a tad bit of a waver but still*

Dick:

Dick, crying hysterically for many reasons: *hands the faithful $20 over*

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(For plot reasons Tim never spends it for X reason)

Steph: I bet you $20 I can make that guy over there ask for my number

Tim: okay

Steph: *comes back over after successfully getting him to ask*

Tim: *handing over the 20*

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Cass:

Steph: oh you’re fucking on

Cass:

Steph: DAMNIT *hands $20 over*

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Cass:

Damian: -tt- yes obviously I can. I shall take on the bet

Damian: *wins*

Cass: >:(

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Damian: Thomas, I will give you a 20 dollar if you can scare Father

Duke: Hell yeah

Duke: *goes on a quest for a few days before he genuinely scares the crap out of Bruce*

Duke: GIVE ME THE $20 HOE

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By now, it’s a very big inside joke between the bats

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It’s Dicks turn with the $20 when it happens like the first day

Jason: hey I bet I can make Bruce cry

Dick: oh please he hasn’t since 2013

Jason: Watch me

Jason: *walks up to Bruce, says a few words, hugs him tightly, walks back over to Dick*

Jason: Wait for it…

Bruce: *wonders off and a few moments later - you hear crying*

Dick: *passes a very wrinkly and used $20*

Jason: what the hell is this? The routing number has been out of rotation for years

Dick: oh it’s the same one that we used back when we made stupid bets - it’s been around the family

Jason:

Jason: *definitely not crying*

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Anyway; the reason I made this post was cuz of this headcanon

The bat siblings might have a $20 bill but there’s a 75% chance they won’t give it to you because “oh it’s not spending money”

“(Bat) YOU’RE A MULTIBILLIONAIRE”

“I know but this one is special-“

DUDDEEE, LOVE IT, GIMMEEE THISS

Especially if Billy, Freddy and Mary are already part of the Vasquez family, and Billy is kinda of just part-time "dad-ing" his co-worker without noticing.

Batson Becomes a Bat Son?

Yeah no, fuck that. Bat son becomes a Batson.

Batman: *looking more depressed than usual*

Marvel: *feels bad and doesn’t know what to do* “Uh… wanna hold my hand?”

Batman: “…Is that a genuine offer?”

Marvel: “Yeah?”

Batman: *stares for a solid minute* “Yes.”

Later…

Reporter: “Batman, what do you have to say this photo of you and Captain Marvel holding hands?”

Batman: *looks dead at the camera* “It was a moment of weakness.”

or

Marvel: “Mr. Batman Sir!” *floats over to him, holding something behind his back*

Batman: “Yes, Captain?” *zeroes in on the fact he’s hiding something*

Marvel: “I got you something. You like Gray Ghost, right?”

Batman: “Yes…?”

Marvel: “Here.” *hands him a Gray Ghost figure*

Batman: *slightly surprised a “grown man” gave another grown man an action figure as a gift and sees that the figure is super old* “Is this vintage?”

Marvel: “It shouldn’t be?”

Batman: *uses nerd knowledge* “This specifically stopped being manufactured in the seventies.”

Marvel: *nodding along like he’s actually invested in this convo* “Oh really?”

Billy found that in the trash, and cleaned it the best he could so he could give it to him. He did not know.

Marvel: “So does that mean you like it?”

Batman: “Yes.” *very carefully puts it into his utility belt* “Thank you.”

or

Marvel: “You were amazing Mr. Batman Sir!” *pats his chrome dome*

Batman: *registers that his head was pat*

Marvel: *realizes he pat a grown man’s head*

*silence*

Marvel: *slowly pulls his hand away and looks ashamed* “I… am so sorry.”

Batman: “Hn.”

Marvel: “I am! I swear! It’s just that I do that to Junior and Mary a lot and I wasn’t thinking when I did it to you! I promise it won’t ever happen again!”

Bruce didn’t know what that means, because does that translate to “I thought of you as my own kid for a solid second” or does that translate to “My bad, muscle memory”?

DC + DP theatre kids

So Sam is such a theatre kid, don't even try to lie to me, she's dramatic, sassy ect, but she wouldn't ever participate in it, because the popular kids would be there, and it would just be awkward, after highschool though she drags Danny and Tucker to a small theatre three hours away.

Located in Gotham of all places, the current play is Hamilton, (purely for myself) Sam is Hamilton, Tucker is Thomas Jefferson, and Danny decided to be Eliza, they are in love with it. They are singing Guns and Ships in car rides, just utterly in love with the tiny Gothic theatre and the play.

Sam is thriving, funding the theatre simply because she can't stand to see them go out of business. the theatre kid shenanigans are maxed out. They are gossiping in the wings (totally get told to shut up) Sam constantly complaining about itchy costumes.

And obviously the theatre hasn't had enough funds to put on a production like this for years. So they are going full out, and are sold out. The bats are worried, rouges are theatric, there is a reason the theatre hadn't gotten funding, or actors. The rogues liked to make a mess of things. After all last time something like this was the Grayson's.

So on the opening night everyone is just waiting, for something to go horribly terribly wrong. The bats stationed around waiting for the joker, or scarecrow, just something to happen. Dick is so stressed out, he's fretting, yelling at everyone, practically breaking down. The bats are nervous too, this is practically begging something to go wrong.

Except Danny, Tucker and Sam refuse to let something go wrong. The first interference, an attempt at releasing fear toxin, is easily stopped by Danny. The next rouge to try something is Mr. Freeze (idk I just needed a rogue) the room starts to get cold, and Hamilton stops it, delivering right on beat of one of his dramatic lines.

Joker goons come at some point and Danny (in full costume) is just foiling them effortlessly before strutting on stage and delivering the best performance of his life. Tucker utterly saves the tech from going wrong, mad scientist hacker mode and then flounces on stage as Thomas Jefferson .

the bats are smitten. Steph doesn't know what to say, the lead is hot, and clearly a meta, and just effortlessly beat up a goon in the wings of the stage.

Tim doesn't know what to say about this Thomas Jefferson, other than he's a genius, and really fucking pretty.

Jason might be in love with the badass crossdressing guy that's Eliza. Because anyone who can beat someone up while wearing a corset is his type.

Jason is full also in nerd mode, and is utterly oblivious, he's singing to songs, and full on in love with all the actors voices. So what if he knows Hamilton, he doesn't predict the headlines, or realize his career as a badass crime lord is done.

Duke is also a theatre kid and knows all the lyrics, because he was forced into an after school activity as a kid and fell in love. so he knows the lyrics too.

Eventually the performance is done, with nothing happening, the rogues beat to hell, the bats exhausted, but they still ask out their perspective partners, because if they lose the chance they will regret it for eternity.

They say yes, obviously. And the first dates just make them fall in love even more. Mind you the next play is even more chaotic.

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Hamilton is just awesome. I have no defence, I am simply a nerd.

Sorry I haven't been posting, schools are stressful and I've been a moron. also thank ya'll for being amazing, fr tho I'm shocked so many people like my silly ideas, but thanks!

Also am I spelling theatre right? cause google agrees with me but Tumblr doesn't.

Bye!

Another fic

In this one, Barry, due to be jumping to conclusions, gossips and makes the entire league believe that Nightwing and Red Hood are together.

My DC AU+Headcanons' memes #4

part 1 part 2 part 3

Chapter two is out

And so the first fic is finished, but don't worry, there's still much more to come.

drawing based on the chapter

fic

Old Draft: The bat and bird twins pairs

I found this unfinished draft in my notes, it was one of my first attempts at creating an AU, it's basically a test of concepts for Always!AU

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The first time it happened, they didn't even think of it...

It all started about half a month after Bruce became the Bat, Kate had just broken up with Renee, well before that they had decided to live together, and now that their relationship was over, Kate decided, in a moment of anger, to take all her things, throw them in a suitcase, and go bother her cousin in Gotham.

Bruce, even though reluctant because of his recently started nocturnal activities, welcomed his cousin with open arms. She took a room right next to Bruce's, and honestly, she ended up throwing herself into the socialite life for a while to clear her head.

But one night, she went looking for Bruce in his office, and found the clock's secret passage open, going down the stairs to the cave, she saw Bruce, still partially in the suit and with the wings, being treated by Alfred in the Medbay because of a bullet wound in his side caused by a momentarily lucky criminal, who didn't even have seconds to realize his hit.

As the suit was not yet perfect and was in experimental status, the bullet hit one of the areas with little reinforcement, which was already more worn out from another fight before in the same patrol.

She immediately had a small outburst, arguing with him about his crime-fighting activities, citing the rumors she had heard about the Bat, and, unlike anything Bruce had expected her to say, Kate ended her dictation by exclaiming that she wanted to do it too.

20 years old Kate, shooting furiously: AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CONSIDER INCLUDING ME!? HOW COULD YOU!? HOW DARE YOU!? I FEEL BETRAYED! BETRAYED BY MY DEAR AND FAVORITE COUSIN! 20 years old Bruce, still half doped up on painkillers: The fuck? Bitch i'ma ya only cousin. Kate, faking angry tears: EXACTLY. 42 years old Alfred, putting away the basic equipment after finishing Bruce's bandages, muttering to himself: It seems then that it wasn't the way i raised Master Bruce that went wrong... Alfred, reflecting: Please, do not let this be/become a family thing.

And then, after much insistence and much, but much pestering, Bruce gave up, and let Kate join him.

Kate, for the 107396395259453 time, practically foaming with pure rage and determination: LET ME FIGHT CRIME WITH YOU OR I WILL DO IT ALONE! Bruce, head in hands, clothes and hair disheveled from a fight with her, sweating cold and exhausted: OK, SATAN, BUT YOU BETTER PUT YOUR MILITARY TRAINING BACK IN ACTIVE AGAIN AND ADAPT TO MY CRYPTID THING!! Kate, raising her fist in the air in victory: YESSSS!!! By the way, fuck you, Why did it take ya so long to accept it, even though I was in the military and know that I can take care of myself? Bruce, collapsing into an armchair, eating a grape: Cuw I dinw tonw tha ya *chew* wou du a geit cwipit Kate, consufused: The hell ya said? I didn't understand a thing, don't talk while eating! Bruce, swallowing: I said, that i doubt, that you would make a good cryptid creature. Kate: *Extremely offended dramatic gasp* How dare you doubt my capabilities! I'm sure I'll be a much better and scarier cryptid creature than you! Bruce, raising an eyebrow: Bet? Kate, with a sly smile forming on her face: Bet. Kate, throwing herself on the couch: I'm going to scare the shit out of those scum of criminals. *steals a handful of grapes from him* Bruce, pointing a finger at her face: But no violence towards minor thieves until it is proven whether or not they are doing it out of necessity. Kate, rolling her eyes, chewing and finishing swallowing before speaking: Yes, Mr. Weird Bat. Those guys are supposed to be advise to leave the life of crime and go to WE after get out of jail, is it? Bruce, squinting suspiciously at her: Yeah. *Puts another grape in his mouth* Kate: *thumbs up*

And so, Kate became a vigilante cryptid with her cousin, but she didn't want to be a bat, imagine being called by the media something as basic as "Batwoman"? Naah, Kate was not a woman for that kind of basic, if Bruce is going to be a bat, she'll be a bird, the biggest and stronger.

And that's how the duo Bat and Harpy came about.

At first, the Ghotamites didn't know what the relationship between the two was, giving rise to several conspiracy theories about what they were, and the two let the theories run wild, since that's how their cryptid thing spreads, practically making them creepypastas, but real, since after 2 months of debut the majority of the population accepted that they were not just rumors from delusional criminals, and recognized their existence.

That is, until theories started to emerge that they were a couple, yuck, how disgusting, imagine their faces when a victim who ended up owning a vlog about them questioned them about it?

Vlogger rescued of a kidnapping, pulling out a cell phone to record: Hey! Would you mind answering a question!? Please, please!! Bat: Hn Harpy, just vibing cuz it's better for this lady to focus on a conversation than on the recent trauma, and it can't be THAT BAD: *Speaks with a voice modifier that distorts the speech and tone to give a more Eldritch tone* why not? Ask. Vlogger, excited because this is her favorite theory: Thank you! So what are you guys to each other?? ARE YOU DATING!? Harpy: Bat: Harpy, seeing that, yes, it can be THAT BAD, putting the retractable claws from her cat-like gloves out: Can I?- Bat, slapping her hand away and giving a weary sigh of reprimand that the voice changer translates into a growl: Don't you dare. Vlogger, intimidated and regretful: Er- Did I offend you?- Bat and Harpy at the same time, with different tones: Yes. Vlogger, still curious: Huh- sorry, but... If you guys aren't dating...then...? Bat and Harpy, still a bit disoriented cause of the absurdity of the previous suggestion, only going with what they remember that the adults said they were as united and similar as: Twins. Vlogger, who also has a twin sister who looks nothing like her, sympathizing: OH!- OMG I'M SORRY! Oh man, I would be pissed off too if somebody thought I was dating my twin. Bat and Harpy, not knowing how to deny it now: *Muttering agreement*

And of course, this made most of the theories fall apart, but there were still weirdos, who didn't care about incest, shipping the two of them, let's just say that when they met this type of people, they acted so extra animalistic and Eldritch that a guy peed himself once out of fear.

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Second time it happened, they thought it was a coincidence.

After a long year of action, a circus came to town, and two birds fell in mid-flight because of a certain person who decided to cut their wings, leaving a chick orphaned, but a bat with a very soft heart for traumatized people, especially children, took it to his own nest.

And yes, he tried everything to keep another bird from flying at night, but, as stubborn as the older one, that little baby bird did not give up.

5 years old Dick, two apples tall bloodthirsty to end Zucco, whining with a strong accent: BUT B I WANNA TO FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! 21 years old Bruce, looking for help looking at Kate and Alfred: Chum... 43 years old Alfred, just looking at them smiling neutral: *Internally, remembering when he himself tried to stop Bruce* The world spins master Bruce, the world spins... 21 years old Kate "not my kid, not my problem, just don't let him die or cry" kane: *Sneaking away with a bag of chips.* Bruce, sighing betrayed: Look Dick, you're still too young for this. 5 years old baby Dick: *Wetty little hurt pup eyes* Bruce, rubbing his temples: For now... Dick: *Eyes drying out and starting to shine* Bruce: Train, and maybe, if you prove that you can be strong enough, I'll let you fly. Okay Chum? Dick, running to hug Bruce: Thank you, thank you dad!! Thank you!! *Burying his face in Bruce's neck, eyes moistening again, whispering* Thanks... Bruce, wrapping his arms around him in shock cuz this is the first time Dick has call him dad: It's-...o-okay Chum...*Rubbing circles on his back* Shhh...it's okay.

And as luck would have it, on a patrol not much later, the bat encounters the late Jim Gordon's daughter, Barbara Gordon, running away from the orphanage in a poorly made bat costume.

5 years old super determined baby Babs, running at him, panting after climbing the fire escape to get into the building top: Heyy, wait! Stop righ there!!! Bat, completely confused, turning to her: *Tilts head curiously* baby here? Harpy, a little far, watching curiously: oh baby? *Tilts her head too* Babs, hand on her waist and the other pointing at the bat, with all her two-to-three apples tall confidence: If I have to get a new parent, it has be you. So I can beat up the criminals and corrupt cops who mocked my father's kindness! Bat, even more confused: ???? *Bat chirp* Harpy, amused: Ohhhh *Excited for a new niece bird chirp* Babs, spreading her arms wide in a pose very much like a T pose, throwing her head back dramatically: Take me with you and transform me into whatever kind of creature you are! Be it vampire, demon, it doesn't matter! Harpy, unable to control herself: OHOMGHAHAHA- *Laughing her guts out, almost falling off her perch* Bat, "fluffing" his wings and approaching her cautiously, worried if she's delirious with fever or something: *Confused and worried (artificial) bat noises* whaa...?

At first the children became wary of each other, and Babs was devastated to learn that her new dad was not a supernatural creature.

But over time, she accepted this fact, and she and Dick became best friends/siblings.

For their covers, since Babs wanted to be a bat like Bruce and Dick a bird to honor their parents' legacy, they decided to go with the twins concept™️ created by accident. Of course, after having a good laugh at the costs of their father and aunt.

They didn't leave the training mat until they were 7 years old, and even then, they started small, with patrols twice on the weekend so as not to disrupt their school sleep schedule, fighting weak criminals, always with Bruce and Kate at most 2 and a half meters away.

And so, the second duo emerged, Robin and Denevér appeared.

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The third time this happened, they were suspicious, but still called it a coincidence.

A year of action for the little ones later, in one weary night flying through Crime Alley with the fake wings, the Bat found a 4-year-old boy trying to steal a tire.

4 years old skinny, malnourished and dirty baby Jason: *Panics and throws the rusty screwdriver at the bat's face.* Jason, realizing who the cryptid that he attacked is: Fuck- 24 years old(Bruce)Bat, holding screwdriver in one hand and massaging face with other: *Low high pitched outrage and pain bat noises* urgh... 24 years old (Kate)Harpy, crouched in a corner of the alley: PUUFF- *Laughing breathlessly sounding like a kettle* Jason, nervous: I'm...sorry? At the manor. 46 years old Alfred, looking up from the book he was reading: Something just happened. 8 year old Babs and Dick, looking up from their drawings to him: New sibling? Alfred, sighing: Probably.

Let's just say that no one other than Bruce was surprised by him bringing another stray home anymore in this point.

And they were even less surprised when not even 72 hours after bringing Jason home, he picked up another child.

4 years old on guard, fresh from the clutches of David Cain, inevitably illiterate baby Cass: *Crouched in a defensive pose* Bat, recognizing the posture of a assassin, worried that a baby apparently knows this: *Approaches cautiously, trying to appear smaller so as not to scare her* Baby alone? Cass, reading, or trying to read, his animalized body posture, recognizing the concern and care, but not understanding what he said: ...? Bat, tilting his head more worriedly: Don't understand me? *Sad bat noises* Cass, still not understanding the words but getting that he's sad: *Hesitantly comes out of the defensive pose and makes little grabbing hands* Harpy, eating popcorn that she got from god knows where: *Chews* New niece. *chews* Robin and Denevér, eating popcorn too: *Chews* Absolutely. *Chews.* new sister. Bat, approaches her: baby? Cass, raising her hand to the top of Bat's head, imitating what she had seen a man do with his parrot some time ago: *Pat pat* Bat, confused but happy?: Uhh *Looks at others* They: *encouraging thumbs up* Bat,extending his hand to her: Wanna come with us? Cass, looking at the others and back at him, reading expectation, excitement, care, comfort and everything good coming from them, knowing that the hand is to go with him: *Takes the hand*

Jason was very shy and nervous during the first few weeks at the mansion, and Cass was curious about everything. Over time, Jason opened up to his new family, and became really close to Cass because he enjoyed helping teach her to read and speak. They also became the only ones besides Alfred allowed to be in the kitchen.

And Bruce, futilely tried to stop them from going to the streets, and as expected, failed miserably and had to make the same deal as when Dick and Babs started.

Bruce, arms crossed: No. Jason: *Puppy eyes by Dick lessons* Please? Bruce, Shaking his head: The answer is still no, Jaylad. Cass, just chilling around, without paying attention: 🎶 Jason, nudging her lightly with his elbow in her side: *whispering through gritted teeth* Help me here. Do puppy eyes too Cass, blinking as her brain slowly grasps the words: 🤔😯😀 *gets it and joins him* Jason, now with Cass imitating him: Pretty please? Bruce "soft hearted with his children getting along" Wayne:*sigh* okay... Bruce, pointing a finger at them: BUT- Same thing as with Dick and Babs. Train and only then fight. Jason and Cass noding, and then stepping away to do a little victory dance together:🕺💃🎊 Bruce, with a silly smile on his face: These kids are going to be the death of me...

And so, the two trained, preparing to fly for the first hunt at 7.

But with just one year missing to finish the training, new chicks arrive in the nest.

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By the fourth time it happened, they just had accepted that this was the norm now.

News had reaches Bruce's ears that the Drakes died on one of their trips, he comes to by a little sad that the family of three is gone, until Kate shows him the news that their son, Tim, 1 year old, is still alive, because he was left behind in their mansion, with an unreliable nanny who left the literal baby alone for half the week in that giant, cold house.

Needless to say, when Bruce had barely begun to consider it, the children and Kate were already on his tail to take the baby. He did.

27 years old, angry Bruce and Kate: *unconsciously mirroring the other's irritated arms-crossed pose* Irresponsible nanny: *Swallows* H-here *Hands over baby Tim* 1 year old Tim: *happy baby babbling* Bruce and Kate internally: Okay, it's ours now, definitely. 11 years old Babs and dick, 6 years old Jason and Cass peeking behind the armchair: Baby brother 49 years old Alfred,very offended by the nanny's lack of professionalism and HUMANITY: It will be much better for him this way. Also Alfred: I just hope at least him doesn't become a cryptid.

And so the family gained another member, and soon his pair would come too.

The funny thing was that this time it was Kate who found a baby.

1 year old, rebellious baby Steph in all purple clothes, holding papers three times the size of her hands, angrily sucking on a pacifier: Dah *hands the papers to Harpy* Harpy, seeing that they are copies of three future cluemastee schemes, knowing that she is his daughter: *happy bird chirping* Oh you- do you *excitedly* want a batdad instead of this one? *Shakes papers* Steph, considering seriously while sucking on a pacifier: uhm... Steph: *Takes the pacifier out of the mouth* Yews.

With that, another pair of twins came to the family, and one year after they arrived, the third duo appeared, Bluejay and Molossus.

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But of course, everything that is good and perfect do not last like that, and has its moment... down

Bluejay and Molossus had completed a year of activity, but this time, unlike the feeling of something extra that Alfred always felt before another child was adopted, as if someone wanted him to know, Alfred now felt...the lack of something.

The feeling was causing anxiety in the old man's heart, so he decided to shove it in a little box in the back of his mind, it didn't mean anything, right? It wasn't because he always felt a chill before Bruce adopted a child that now that he felt different that they were going to...to lose a cub, right? right?

No.

they lost.

They lost him.

He died.

Jason died.

Joker killed him.

He did it.

He attacked the boy with a crowbar and the woman who was supposed to be HIS MOTHER did NOTHING and left him with the Joker and-

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Let's just say this didn't do anyone any good.

It was just another normal week, everything was fine.

Until the kids decided to play a challenge game with an online roulette.

13 year old Babs, with a tablet with a yellow bat emblem: Okay, it's Jason's turn! *Turns the tablet to reveal a digital roulette so full you can't even read it* 8 years old Jason, excited: *Clicks the button that says "spin"* Oh! *Opens his eyes* Family tree test, what's that? 13 year old Dick, with a half asleep 8 years old Cass leaning against him: Oh I know! I know! It's a test to see who you're descended from, a friend of mine took it and discovered that he's sort of a sixth degree cousin of our classmate because they share the same great-great-great-grandfather! Dick, eating a chip: They also discovered that he not only slept with their great-great-grandmother, but with 3 other women! What an idiot. Jason, whistling: Cool, I hope I don't have a grandpa like that.

It was supposed to be just an innocent game, but Jason discovered that he had a living mother, a woman different from Catharine, a woman named Sheila.

He was so impressed, he was so curious, he wanted to find out, he wanted to investigate, and Bruce couldn't say no to him, after all, she was his mother, he deserved to know. She's not. He don't.

Bruce, Babs and Jason traveled to Ethiopia, it was supposed to be just a quick visit, Jason didn't want to go live with his bio mother or something, he just wanted to see her, he just wanted to know who she was. Bruce came as his guardian (obviously) and Babs came just for company.

Bruce's biggest mistake was leaving them alone, Bruce's biggest mistake was trusting that woman monster. Bruce's biggest mistake was letting his son get kidnapped. Bruce's biggest mistake was not being able to locate him sooner.

He broke down the warehouse doors and threw himself against them, he opened them just in time to look into his son's eyes one last time, extend his arms to him one last time. All in vain.

The bastard assassin barely had time to laugh at his feat before he had a big, angry, vengeful Bat father pummel him nearly to death.

Bruce would have killed him, fuck, heaven and hell know how much he wanted to kill the clown.

But he couldn't do anything against the super strength of that idiot alien scout new hero.

Superman holding the bat down and pulling him away from the Joker: Mister- Stop it! You can't kill somebody, killing is not the answer for nothing, what happened!? *using a mix of voice for victims but one he used to talk to Luthor too because he has no idea what's going on here and is completely confused and this bat-person is criyng his guts out while beating an Ethiopian ambassador dressed as a clown* You- E-Eehh you just bit me!? No- wait stop! Your teeth- Why does it hurt!? The Bat with tears running freely under the mask, but very visible, struggling to get out of the other's grip, opening a compartment that just in case keeps Kryptonite since he discovered superman's weakness: LET GO! *hyperventilating so much that even though the modifier translates it as growling, the panting is still heard even without super hearing* GRH! *In desperation trying to free himself, resorting to biting as well.* Superman not being able to do it anymore and releasing him like a rabid cat, but staying between him and the man-almost-turned-into-pope: Why are you doing this!? *Panicking wanting to know what the hell he got himself into, and a little much afraid of the cryptid in front of him.* Bat, growling, in a defensive/offensive pose with wings wide open: HE KILLED MY SON! Superman, stopping floating: oh. Superman, processing that he ended up getting involved in a very family matter being a stranger: Oh. Superman processing that may be protecting a child killer: Oh. Superman staying silent, but also wanting to play the boy scout with a super moral code and offer to help catch the killer: I-

A shot is fired, interrupting whatever the blue scout was going to say, followed by a loud, piercing scream that is painfully familiar.

Bat, running towards the shout: DENEVÉR! Superman, confused, looking at the man dressed as a clown who holds a gun with a shaking and punched hand, and then looks in the direction the bat went: Oh Rao..

One of the worst first impressions a scout could have, isn't it?

Bat and Harpy became more violent, ruthless and volatile, hospitalizing countless criminals, calming victims with great difficulty.

Robin walked close amd glued to his father and aunt, never left alone, becoming silent, his cheerful laughter fading and leaving a haunted hole in the chest of those who encountered him.

Molossus blended even more into the shadows, also glued to her father and aunt, no longer a curious cub who walked here and there and needed to be pulled by the scruff of the neck, she almost never leaves the Bat's wings now.

Denever and Bluejay disappeared without further ado.

Gotham didn't need words from her silent knights to know what happened.

There was a funeral for Jason, the whole Wayne family was in mourning, they were more glued

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As I said, unfinished. But in short, Flock would have this concept of pairs, I wrote this based on a thought I had about how the patrol pair works, since I wanted the batfam to be less overworked, since Always!Bruce goes to therapy and knows well how bad being a workaholic is, having learned this not only from his therapist, but also experiencing it firsthand during his training journey.

Plus, I think it was implied that Babs went with Jason, but no, the shot only put her in a wheelchair. And Jason was scheduled to return from the dead only about 6 months later, and, since Always! Bruce is not part of the League, he was on Earth, and he heard the alarms at Jason's grave go off, and even though he was in the middle of a patrol, he ran to the cemetery, with Kate. There, some League assassins who were investigating the Flock decided to follow them, and after that, they capture Jason because he seemed important to the Flock, in the middle of the fight to catch him, they also get a DNA sample from the Bat.

Talia tries to manipulate Jason, but the boy is smart, and doesn't fall for her petty tricks. When he finds out about a clone make of Bruce and Talia's DNA, he immediately rescues him, stopping the growth process, and returning home with a three-week-old baby Damian.

And as you can see, there was going to be some tension between the superfam and the batfam, but I later dismissed that.

Always!AU is still in development, and I may end up changing a lot of things, concepts, people, and relationships. One additional thing I wanted to put is that I'm going to bring back this concept of twin pairs.

But Always!Clark and Always!Bruce will still have a strong brotherly bond, but Always!Kate will also be a part of that bond. I want her to be more relevant to the story, like I did with Jar and stuff. It'll be like, Always!Bruce and Always!Kate will be super close as twins growing up, and then after the Waynes become friends with the Kents, the twins gain Clark as a big brother, and they end up growing up together, and then the rest of it remains the same, the Wayne-Kent siblings discover Wonder Woman's identity and are taken in as her wards, Diana becomes a cool aunt and stuff, blah blah blah.

And here's a better guide to their ages

Start of year 1 of Bat and Harpy

Bruce - 20

Kate - 20

Alfred - 42

End of year 1 of B&H/ Adoption 1/ training arc 1

Bruce - 21>23

Kate - 21>23

Alfred - 43>45

Babs - 5>7

Dick - 5>7

End of year 1 of R&D/ Adoption 2

Bruce - 24

Kate - 24

Alfred - 46

Babs - 8

Dick - 8

Jason - 4

Cass - 4

Pre-year 1 of B&M/ Ending of Training arc 2

Bruce - 27

Kate - 27

Alfred - 49

Babs - 11

Dick - 11

Jason - 6

Cass - 6

Tim - 1

Steph - 1

Middle of Year 1 of B&M/ Dead in the family

Bruce - 29

Kate - 29

Alfred - 51

Babs - 13

Dick - 13

Jason - 8

Cass - 8

Tim - 1

Steph - 1

VAMO MANDAR ELES PRO CORREDOR DA MORTE, CHAMA O PEDRO PRA ELE TRAZER A GUILHOTINA DELE- Ei, espera aí, pq a gente tá se falando pelo Tumblr se moramos na mesma casa e estamos a literalmente uma parede fina de distância?

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Preciso desesperadamente que alguém escreva uma fic onde o Bryan e o Rogério são aquela dupla que, só tá lá, em qualquer lugar, qualquer mundo de herói ou etc, eles só estão lá, e ninguém sabe dizer de onde vieram, ou porque, e quando eles somem, ninguém nunca mais os vê, como se evaporassem de existência.

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