[but does it spark joy?]

lazaruspiss:

0theghost0:

Sure you do, Bruce

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blorbofrommylazaruspitwashere:

A little bit ago somebody asked for a clean version the og version of this. I repainted it since it couldn’t be found, I think the person who asked starts with an S?

The original art was done by Dylan Barnett

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jjmk-jjmk:

Red hood: animated

fan art

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h-l-w:

Art for shipling rivalries by ScarlettSwordMoon

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shroudthecursedone:

Part 1 of 3

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faiasakura:

dick-the3rd:

faiasakura:

caucasianbuttslut:

ALT

It is statistically inaccurate that Gotham has many children smoking and telling people to go fuck themselves. There is instead Go Fuck Yourself Georg, Jason Todd telling Batman several times a day to go fuck himself.

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lantaniel:

ALT

had this vision of Batman full-naming his kids, but he has to preserve the secret identities

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lemonandpie:

benbamboozled:

Bruce Wayne, seeing Dick Grayson: I must help this small child.

Bruce Wayne, seeing Jason Todd: I must help this small child.

Tim Drake, seeing Bruce Wayne: I must help this grown-ass man.

Bruce and Damian, seeing each other: I can make him worse

wit-expansion:

📹 IG : camjaarad

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duckytree:

dick as a child: feral

dick as an adult: burnt out, severely depressed, traumatized

jason as a child: angel

jason as an adult: war criminal

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jackhawksmoor:

rimonoroni:

siderealscribblings:

you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not). 

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human. 

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it? 

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do. 

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god. 

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you. 

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given. 

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy. 

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground. 

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about

“oh but Superman is such a boring c-“ shut up shut up shut up forever.

One of the keys to Bruce and Clark’s friendship is Bruce going ‘powers shmowers you think your godlike strength makes you infallible and above people? You’re just some dude in a cape. Who’s an idiot.’

Clark: Oh thank God. This guy gets it.

Bruce *expecting arrogance*: wait what

Clark: yesterday I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment in my underwear trying to get the mail and I forgot I could just break the door open. I stood there for an hour waiting for the locksmith to open before I remembered.

Bruce:….

Clark: I’M AN IDIOT OK, I’m just a guy, I have no idea what I’m doing

Bruce: I hate how endearing this is. Stop making me like you

Clark: if I get my mom to make you lemon squares will you teach me how to pick a lock

Bruce: I SAID STOP

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quasi-normalcy:

communistkenobi:

i understand you guys now. like i get it

I feel like this is even better when you know that the context is that they’ve just seem three spectral hags emerge from the fog to recite a prophecy of doom that mentions Captain Kirk by name.

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gffa:

I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT I LOST MY SHIT AT THIS MOMENT. It’s the most emotionally constipated backhand compliment and paranoid control freak showing his love thing I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.

He’s friends with Barry, Arthur, Diana, Ollie, that means something for Batman to say that, but then he’ll turn right around and say, “But I don’t trust their judgement for shit when it comes to my kid, who by the way, is clearly the best trained out of all you, because he’s the best period, and I’m not risking my precious son on your dumb sidekicks.”

HELP PLEASE HE’S THE WORST AND THE BEST HE LOVES HIS KID IN THE WORST POSSIBLE AND MOST HILARIOUS WAY

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daddyschlongleg:

this is canon 

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