Tim, holding something behind his back: don’t be mad.
Bruce, already getting mad: I won’t get mad, you can always talk to me. What’s going on?
Tim, revealing a swaddled baby: I messed up when cloning Kon and accidently spilt my DNA into it and now I have a clone baby with my dead situationship.
Bruce, flabbergasted: ..???
Bruce: why were you cloning- when did you start datin- I’m a grandpa?! No, go back, how did you ‘accidently’ spill DNA aren’t you paranoid too????
Tim, who may or may not have been crying over one of the clones and accidently cut his lip trying not to sob and got blood into a test chamber: that’s not important.
Bruce, hyperventilating: why is it so small????
Tim: cause she’s only two months old.
Bruce; I understand that, but even an average two month old should be-…
Bruce: two.
Bruce: you said two months.
Tim: you said you wouldn’t get mad.
Bruce: you hid a baby for TWO MONTHS?!
Tim: I WAS PANICKING LEAVE ME ALONE!
Bruce: IVE BEEN A GRANDPA FOR TWO MONTHS AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!
Tim: WELL! I don’t know I’m seventeen, what did you expect?
Bruce, actively loosing brain cells: if you can clone your dead boyfriend-
Tim: we never actually started dating-
Bruce: -then you can tell your father you had a baby.
Tim: …
Tim: I’m not exactly sure what stage of being an adult I am, I started a little young I think.
Tim: but I am a mother now so don’t you dare yell at me.
Bruce: …
Tim: …
Bruce: …
Bruce: … can I hold her?
Tim, grinning in victory: wash your hands first and then you can.
LATER:
Bruce: why is she a girl if you and Kon are both male?
Tim: are you questioning my baby’s gender??? That’s so homophobic, gay men can raise girls.
Bruce: you know damn well I didn’t mean-
horniest battle moments:
- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself
- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand
- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon
- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths
Fanfic about the scene of Erik killing Shawn on the beach, with any consequences for Charles - angst, but with a happy ending. Please.
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the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired
dreamin' of all these monsters that I'll never get to fight
It's just me, myself and I....
Erik: You can doubt my morals, question my methods, and hate me for my ways... But don't you dare question my love for Charles Xavier.
Charles: Erik may kill people, may rebel against the government, and fight against us all the time, but he would never lie to me.
Yeah. And you try to art anyway, but you just end up crying because you want to share so bad but you can't.
Is anyone else cursed with having great concepts for things but can’t make them because you’re broken and can’t art?
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Bruce learning all his children's favourite meals and being able to cook them to near perfection
Bruce learning all the native languages of his children, occasionally speaking to them in their mother tongue when it's just the two of them
Bruce herding all of them out of a gala at the slightest inclination one of them want to leave
Bruce and Robin or Batgirl stopping for ice cream at one of the 24 hour kiosks after patrol
Bruce giving every homeless person cash and a WE card, calling one of his agents whenever he spots a child living on the streets
Batman being a regular at a few spots, staring menacingly at the underpaid worker while waiting for his order, before stuffing the tip jar
Bruce making sure none of his bad publicity rubs off on his children and standing up for them no matter the situation
Soft Bruce Wayne...