AU where Bruce isn’t Batman and the ‘Brucie’ persona is mostly real, but he’s also not an idiot and well aware that his kids are vigilantes
Bruce, “I just wish Dickie chose a better costume than that. I mean, look at him! He’s like a traffic light.”
Alfred, “I believe it’s a similar outfit to one his mother designed for him when he was younger.”
Bruce, “….nevermind, I take it back. He’s my beautiful baby boy and his outfit choices are definitely not atrocious.”
—
Bruce, “Jay…mind explaining the bruises on your wrists?”
Jason, “Oh…yunno how it is.”
Bruce, stares
Bruce, “If your partner is hurting you-”
Jason, “NO, it’s nothing like that! I promise, it was….consensual?”
Bruce, “Is that a question or statement, kiddo?”
Jason, “Statement.”
Jason, later, grumbling to Dick, “Sometimes I feel like he’s onto us…”
Dick, “No way. We cover our tracks super well. You just need to come up with better excuses for your bruises. I mean, BDSM? You?”
Bruce, upstairs, listening through a bug he planted, “Dumbasses.”
—
Bruce, “Why is the Drake child in my home?”
Jason, “He’s a friend.”
Dick, “I think you’re choking him a little, B.”
Bruce, who has Tim in a bear hug, “Am I choking you, buddy?”
Tim, muffled, “Not at all.”
—
Bruce, “TALIA! YOU’RE HERE! Why are you here.”
Damian, “Why am I here?”
Talia, “We have a son. Here. Take care of him.”
Damian, “I will not stay w a man like…like him.”
Bruce, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Damian, “You’re pathetically human and weak. I have nothing to learn here, Mother.”
Talia, “He’s beaten me before.”
Damian, “What?”
Dick, “What?”
Jason, “What?”
Bruce, smiling dreamily, “Such good memories.”
—
The kids find out he knew everything from the start when Dick has to pick up a drunk Bruce from a party. They arrive back at the Manor and Bruce won’t stop clinging to Dick.
Bruce, “Noooooooo! Don’t leave me! Don’t put on that ugly costume!”
Dick, “W-what?”
Bruce, sniffles, “It’s better than the Robin one, but come on, chum. You can do so much better than that.”
Dick, “You…know?”
Bruce, still crying, “Of course I knew! Good at covering your tracks my ass!”
Dick, “Do you know everything?”
Bruce, wiping his face because his vision is blurring and there’s two Dicks standing in front of him. Fuck, he’s dizzy, “Jason’s outfit is better. Tim’s is atrocious. But at least you gave Dami pants.”
Dick, “BRUCE!?”
Bruce, “Nooooo, don’t yell. My head hurts.”
—
Sitting in what Bruce has decided to call the Bat Cave because, helloooo, the bats?
Dick, "How long have you known?"
Bruce, "Oh, you know."
Jason, "From the beginning???"
Bruce, "I'm not stupid. Alfred, why does everyone think I'm stupid? My own kids think I'm stupid."
Tim, "Mr Wayne-"
Bruce, stares at him
Tim, "....Bruce. We don't think you're stupid. We just thought we were being...sneaky."
Damian, "Hmph. All of you lack training in stealth. Unlike me."
Bruce, "Dickie, how am I supposed to not know when I adopted a child acrobat and 'oh, look! a pint sized vigilante who can do flips off of buildings!'"
Jason, snorts, "Pint sized."
Bruce, "Jaylad, you started using guns a week after I signed you up for a firearms class."
Tim, tries very hard to hide a laugh
Bruce, "Timmy, your bedroom is covered in pictures of Gotham you'd only get from being on top of buildings."
Damian, scoffs
Bruce, "Dami, you trained as an assassin. Of fucking course you're a vigilante."
The kids, "....fuck. We suck at this."
Bruce, waves his hands in the air, "Don't worry about it. You're all bad at covering for yourselves, but me and Alfred handled it. Anyone who might've even got an inkling of who you might be have been...dealt with."
Jason, "Did you kill them?!"
Bruce, "What? No. Of course not. Right, Alfie?"
Alfred, "....of course not."
Zatanna projecting her period cramps onto Constantine
god's tiniest dickbin (batman & robin: year one #1)
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MY HEART IS BLEEDING 🥹
I've seen in some fanfics Jason remembers what was said at his grave, and now I imagine how even in his madness Jason is looking for his NEPHEW, because that's the only thing that can keep him sane
DC/Marvel Peter Parker in Gotham AU where Dick Grayson is Peter's bio dad, and Jason is Uncle Ben.
Peter finds himself in another world where Ben exists only for him to be dead here too. Peter is lost, alone in a world he knows nothing about and has no one to talk to. Even if he starts making friends he can't tell them the truth about being from another universe. And yeah his bio parents exist here, but what is he supposed to tell them? He would just sound crazy, better to avoid them.
But he needs to talk to someone, so Jason's grave becomes a place where he can vent and reminisce.
"The Egyptians believed the most significant. thing you could do in your life was die." Is Steven Grant's favorite vocal stim. I don't make the rules. (Yes I do)
nothing that a haircut and a wardrobe update and a detox and a sex change and a fake ID and getting medicated and selling all my stuff and faking my death and moving country can't fix
the trend of shrinking hans capon into a submissive, feminized “twink” is so regressive and creatively lazy.
the idea that hans’ theatrics or needing rescue in-game automatically code him as a “bottom” is a stereotype literally rooted in misogyny. since when do drama, sass, or vulnerability—traits routinely gendered as “feminine”—equate to sexual submission?
this is a really reductive take. it weaponizes patriarchal baggage to pigeonhole queer dynamics: softness = weakness, flair = passivity. it’s the same toxic logic that paints flamboyant men as punchlines or prey in mainstream media.
capon’s theatrics aren’t a surrender of power. they’re tools of a cunning nobleman. queer history shows us that femmes and flamboyant individuals have always been leaders, provocateurs, and survivors—not passive accessories. reducing capon to a “bottom” because he’s extra not only severely misreads his character, but regurgitates the old and tired lens that equates femininity with inferiority.
fans can argue it’s “fiction” and “preference” and “harmless fun”, but when these stereotypes dominate, they reduce gay men to hollow fantasies for straight and heteronormative audiences instead of fully realized people. personal preferences in fiction aren’t inherently harmful, but when entire communities default to flattening queer characters into hetero-adjacent roles… it reinforces the idea that same-sex relationships must mimic heteronormativity to be legible.
let characters be messy, loud, and authoritative without straitjacketing them into roles that confuse personality with sexual position.
Spiderman : "You seem tired, Mister Moon Knight."
Moon Knight: " …Steven is keeping us from sleeping."
Daredevil : “Why ?”
Moon Knight : “He wants to play his video game.”
Deadpool : "Oh ! Little Stevie is playing video games?!"
Moon Knight : "Steven. And actually no, he asks Jake to play because he's not very good, but he watches and gives directions."
Daredevil : “What game ?”
Moon Knight : "Assassin's creed origins."
Spiderman : “The one in Egypt, right ?”
Moon Knight : "Yeah… I told him we could go to Egypt, but he wants to see ancient Egypt, with the pharaohs, while Jake shouts in Spanish because he has to be discreet to kill his targets, and Khonshu is screaming because it's not realistic at all."
Deadpool : "I see. Hard to sleep with all the noise."
Moon Knight : "…No, I could, but I want to see the endgame."
It's funny that people tend to shorten J. Jonah Jameson's name to JJJ, because it should be JJJJ.
He's actually J. Jonah Jameson Jr.
drew this, forgot to post, and then slept for 18 hours straight (i still feel like i haven't slept at all ughhh)
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Inspired by Existential Crisis Mode written by @luciaintheskyainthi