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Tim genuinely tweaking while trying to convince the batfam that bruce is alive

I just learned that a group of rabbits is called a fluffle and I don't care if that's accurate or not because headcanon this is what Mirko calls her fans and I will not be convinced otherwise. Just because she's a badass doesn't mean she doesn't use cute pet names.

He's just like his dad

Aight, let me just finish my flower => ,\|/,

( <= green bean

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Cue Dick starting to also buy Damian photos-

Spilling Tea Part 6:

All the Robins (minus Jason, who left early) are sitting criss-cross applesauce on a plush carpet, summoned by Dick Grayson to play "truth or dare but without a dare and you can choose what to spill" (officially named by Dick).

Dick: Now it's your turn, Dami.

Damian: Richard, I am unsure I have anything of interest to share.

Dick: Don't sell yourself short, Baby Bat! I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be great!

Steph, who is experiencing some doubt: Uhh, totally!

Damian nods thoughtfully: Very well. I have learned the existence of the Pistol Shrimp, also known as the Snapping Shrimp.

Tim: Oh here we go.

Damian: They are largely carnivorous with a variety of feeding behaviors. They live in colonies consisting of hundreds of Pistol Shrimp. The name given to this creature is due to—

Dick: Damian, while we'd all love to hear all about Pistol Shrimp, you're supposed to talk about yourself.

Damian: A landscape caught my eye in a gallery—

Tim: Nope.

Damian: The Kent farm has six young chicks. During my stay, I was permitted to feed them.

Duke: You told everyone about that at dinner last week.

Damian: Tt.

Dick: Don't worry about it. You'll think of something.

Damian shifts uncomfortably: I would rather not.

Dick smiles at him, then scoots closer.

Damian: Richard.

Dick scoots even closer.

Damian scoots back: Grayson.

Dick snatches him up into his lap. Damian responds by hissing like an unruly cat, but thankfully does not attack. In fact, he looks rather comfortable to just stay trapped in Dick's hug.

Damian: If I comply with the 'bonding activity' rules, will you release me?

Dick fully intends to keep him for ten minutes minimum: Of course.

Damian: Tt. It has recently come to my attention that Todd is in possession of my photos. He has been exploiting them without my permission by seeking monetary profit from Father.

Steph: What kind of photos?

Damian eyes Dick suspiciously: Of my childhood. Starting from infanthood.

They are all hit with a mental image of what they imagine a little baby Damian would look like.

Dick in his head: I need to make a call after this. Multiple calls, actually.

HAHAHA-

Odysseus: *gently hands Athena baby Telemachus*

Athena: …you were PREGNANT AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!

Odysseus: what?- no-

Athena: DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?! I WAS TRAINING YOU!

Odysseus: no I wasn’t the one-

Athena: THAT POOR BOY WAS PROBABLY SO SQUISHED IN YOUR HELMET! LOOK AT HOW SMALL HE IS!!

Bat!sib: Hey, Jason, why did the chicken cross the road?

Jason: “To get to the other side?”

Bat!sib: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?”

Jason: Fine, I don’t know, why did the chicken cross the road?

Bat!sib: To get to the idiot’s house.

Jason: . . . Ok?

Bat!sib: Hey, Jason, knock knock.

Jason: No.

Bat!sib: You were supposed to say “Who’s there?”

Jason: Fine. . . Let’s get this over with. Who’s there?

Bat!sib: The chicken.

Jason:

Jason: Listen here you little shit—

Imagine:

Sherlock: So John. Let me get this straight, you are now pursuing a PhD in biotech.

John: (sweating) Yes. Yes I am.

Sherlock: (grabbing John’s shoulders and looking him in the eye) And you’re dating Tom Watson.

John: Y-yes.

Sherlock: You know, if you and Tom gee married and you take his last name, you’d be Mr. Watson.

Sherlock: (crazy laugh) And that means if you get a PhD- You’d be Dr. Watson.

Sherlock: (shaking John’s shoulders) ITS THE NARRATIVE JOHN, ITS AFTER ME, ITS AFTER ME-

Somewhat ooc but I feel like this would be his breaking point.

When Mycroft tells him his name is now Mycroft, I feel like he’ll [Sherlock] start crying and banging his fist on the table while Mycroft laughs like a maniac.

In fact, this Mycroft will start a gentleman’s club [maybe like a party club or something for the modern era] just to rub salt in the wound. It would be a popular club too.

Another addition: If we’re going by ‘fanon’ Sherlock Holmes, we can imagine that Sherlock’s parents adopt a girl…

EMOLA HOLMES

The narrative is inevitable

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.