Wally: If You're Coming With Me On This Mission, You Need To Follow My Orders, Understand?

Overlord looking over his minions work.

inaccurate Batfam quotes #3

Dick, running away with arms full of cereal boxes: Stay away from me!

Tim, running after him: YOU HAVE AN ADDICTION!!

Jason, running after Tim: HE TOOK MY GUN!

Dick: Cereal is my soulmate!

Tim: Get a life!

Dick: I'd die without my Frosted Flakes!

Jason: At least you won't be eating that junk!

Dick: I'll be burried with a box of Froot Loops!

Tim: Give it up! It's an unhealthy obsession!

Dick: hisses in raisin bran

Bang

Dick: YOU JUST SHOT ME!

Tim: Oh shit, I'm so sorry!

Jason: What have I told you about running with guns?!

Damian: I'm gonna put myself up for adoption.

I cannot explain this in words currently but Jaybart is Davekat coded, that is all

Drarry head canon thing...

Human realm. Harry and Draco have been together for years now. One night, Harry gets into a car accident that sends him into a coma. He ends up waking a month later thinking he’s a wizard and Draco is his enemy. It hurts every time Harry ended up calling him ‘Malfoy’- which he Insisted on calling him. The doctors perscribe him medication that should help, but isn’t. Draco tries everything he can whenever he visits Harry in the mental hospital to get the Raven to remember. All seems to fail until one day Harry starts to hum the song he wrote for Draco. “Harry? W-where did you hear that?” Draco finally had gained hope after months of trying. Was Harry finally starting to remember? “I-I don’t know...” Harry stare down at the floor. Fixated on the carpet design. A few minutes of silence passed until Draco started to sing the words. Harry- the entire time- would not look up. When Draco finished, his hope deflated again. He’s lost his love, he thought. Standing and walking towards the door, something stops him. A hand on his wrist held him in place. “Draco..?” Harry’s quivering voice asked.

#drarry

The teams reaction to Bart complaining

Bart: Wally and I had a fight.

Tim: I’m sure he didn’t mean it.

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Bart: Wally and I had a fight.

Kon: did you win?

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Bart: Wally and I had a fight.

Cassie: next time, go for the eyes and then strike the throat-

Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

inaccurate Batfam quotes #10

Dick: Last night was a mistake and we must agree to never speak of it ever again.

Tim: Okay.

Jason: What happened last night?

Dick: No.

Tim: ...

Dick: Tim... Don't.

Tim: But...

Dick: Tim...

Tim: ...I saw Dick at the men's club.

Jason: Okay?

Tim: He was on the pole.

Jason: oh.

Dick: If you wake up glued to the ceiling, no one will help you.

Jason: I would help.

Dick: You'd join him.

Damian: I would laugh.

Dick: I know you would, Damian.

Misha is far too nice for his own good. Has anyone else noticed this?

Warm Bodies

(Originally posted on AO3 by me/aka user CrashCityCentral)

The last thief was knocked out with a swift knee to his face and he fell limp. The distant sirens caught the vigilante’s attention and he let go of the KOd criminal's hair, dropping him to the ground then slumped into the shadows, hoisting himself up a fire escape and to the rooftop overlooking the dark alleyway where the fight took place. He peered over the edge to the carnage he left behind; a group of 8, 6 men and 2 women, unconsciously strewed across the alley floor, all petty thefts and wanna-be big shots. He left once he made sure none of them woke back up and the police were close enough. He never bothered staying around for these moments, the police were looking for him too. He didn’t always keep his opponents alive. But, like any other corny romance novel, he met someone and they changed him. For the better, which he honestly thought was impossible until that point. He didn’t look back again and instead traveled through the city by rooftop. It was just about time to hang up his helmet for the night.

He jumped from building to building, the close proximity of the cities structures making it perfect for travel. Once he was close enough to his current safe house, he dropped down to the streets and ducked into a darker part of the backend allies where he pulled a bag from a hidden spot. He opened it, stripping his chest plate off and stuffing it inside. He then reached around his head to press two switches on either side of his helmet and slowly pull it off revealing his face. Jason Todd.

Jason slung the bag over his shoulders, now casually dressed in a tank-top and his suit pants, walking back to the main roads and towards the direction of his safe house, acting as casual as ever. This had been his constant routine. Once at the door, he pulled his keys out and unlocked a padlock that kept a latch shut. When the latch was opened he entered a six-digit code the door clicked and was pushed open. From where his warehouse was there was a glimpse of moonlight shining through the windows and now open the door, with only his shadow blocking out the only source of light in the dark room. Jason closed the door again slowly and tried not to make a sound as he locked it once more and put his keys on a nearby table. The room was a deafening silence, almost making his ears ring. It wasn’t always this quiet. He moved to hang up his gear and walked further into the house. His movements were slow, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or sore from fighting. It could be both. He let out an exhausted sigh before reaching the bedroom, moving the door handle slowly so the creaking wouldn’t disrupt the silence. There was a figure on the bed, laying there and waiting for him. It didn’t move when he came fully into the room and shut the door or took off his boots. It didn’t move until he walked over and was hovering over the bed and sat on the edge.

“Hey, Bart,” Jason said without even bothering to look at the boy laying down beside him.

“Welcome home, Jay,” Bart replied, with his usual animated grin. Though it was dark, Jason could practically see that smile. Something about the way he says it now makes it sound rehearsed. It was the same reply Jason got every time he came back, followed by the usual questions asked at rapid-fire. “How did it go? Did you kick ass? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” Jason said, his reply just as practiced. He didn’t bother answering the other two. He couldn’t. He just stared at the same place he zoned into when he sat down.

“You seem sad. What’s wrong?” Bart asked. Though he didn’t hear it, Jason could feel Bart move closer.

“You know what’s wrong.” The silence was too much. It was all wrong. All of it.

“What do you mean, Jay?” Bart’s voice still feigned the innocent confusion it always had.

Jason loved that about him. He loved how confused Bart got sometimes. When Bart gets too confused he gets frustrated and makes this cute pouty face and his leg bounces more violently the longer he thinks. It was just so him .

“Please don’t act like you don’t know.” Jason’s tone was nothing but pain. His voice was leveled but his mind was anything but. It’s been a long night.

“What’s wrong?” There he goes again. Those same routine lines. Those same replayed words. Those same concerned eyes.

Jason refused to look at those eyes. He knew if he did he’d cave and just accept this. But he couldn’t.

“You need to leave, Bart.” He swallowed hard, regretting the words but not taking them back either. This needed to happen. For both of them.

“I don’t understand.” the smile in Bart’s voice was gone. What was left was just concern. Jason cried.

The first few tears slipped out unannounced until they all just started pouring out. Tears and broken sobs. He wiped them away quickly, eyes screwed shut. There was a tingling sensation like someone had grazed their fingers lightly, over his cheek. His hand was so cold.

“Don’t cry, Jaybird.” Bart soothed. Jason reminded himself he couldn’t look. If he looked it became real.

“Please stop, Bart. Just go.” He rubbed his eyes. The ear-ringing silence came back. In the back of his mind, Jason knew he’d be back, just like he always is. But he was alone for now, his thoughts leaving him in peace until the next time. He opened his eyes.

Jason felt like crying again. He didn’t want to push him away, he didn’t want to tell Bart to leave. He wanted nothing more than to cave in and just collapse, letting Bart’s words soothe everything away and kiss him until he didn’t feel anything but loved. To listen to his rambles again and be praised with every villain he didn’t kill.

He wanted all of that back, he wanted his speedster.

Whatever his mind was doing to him was sick. Bart was dead. He has been for some time.

Bart, pacing around the petstore: The thing is, I have something big to tell you.

Kon, holding a bunny: You know you can say anything to me, dude. We’ve known each other since forever and there’s absolutely nothing that can dent our impenetrable bond.

Bart: I have a secret boyfriend.

Kon: You’re dead to me.

Bart: Kon—

Kon, petting the bunny for comfort: I can’t believe you. You brought me all the way down here to get hopped up on Bunny love so you could spring this on me and I wouldn’t make a scene.

Bart, nodding: yeah, pretty much.

Kon, still petting the bunny: Well, it’s working. I don’t even remember what this whole thing was about.