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Anon who asked for Bruce to be killed with hammers here. I am not sorry at all for what I prompted you to bring into the world, you executed it amazingly.
Still, to balance things out, can we give Bruce some bonding time with Ace (the dog)? Any interaction involving those two I enjoy immensely :3
Hope you're doing well ^^
Uhhh
Bruce looks down as a wet snout nudges his hand. Ace pushes his head into his palm, and Bruce strokes over his head, smiling down at his boy. Then he spots the trembles, the tucked tail, and coos, leaning down to stroke his sides.
"Hey, puppy," he coos, keeping an arm firmly around his sleeping son so he doesn't slip off his lap.
Thunder rumbles, echoing around the caverns of the cave, and Ace whines and puts his paws up, trying to climb into his lap like he usually does during a storm, and something in Bruce's heart breaks when he has to push him down, his lap occupied.
Ace's teeth snag in Dick's pyjama top, tugging lightly, and Bruce gives him a warning look. "No, Ace."
Thunder cracks again, and Ace shakes, pushing under Bruce's legs to hide. He's never liked storms, not since Bruce took him in from the streets, where he probably had nowhere to hide from the awful weather.
Dick doesn't like them either. He doesn't like to admit it, but he always has more nightmares on those nights, so Bruce feigned ignorance when Dick refused to go to bed and curled up in his lap instead. Guilt slithers through him, that he forgot about Ace, probably all alone upstairs in the manor.
Even Bruce winces at the volume of the storm as the cave makes it echo as it picks up outside, signalling one of Gotham's trademark weather patterns of storms that ravage the city. Batman and Robin don't usually go out during those, because no one else does either. Protocol is barricade yourself in with supplies and flood-prep your entryways, and it stays that way until the storm passes.
Bruce glances at the passageway up to the manor. It will barely be any quieter up there. It's not condusive for Ace to stay down here, where everything is amplified either.
"Dick. Chum, wake up."
He gets a sleepy murmur, and Dick raises his head, blinking blearily. "Climb on my back, sweetheart." Dick mumbles something, smacking Bruce in the face with Zitka as he clambers around to his back, and goes back to sleep, soft snores floating up to his ears. Bruce eases his chair back, and snatches Ace before he can bolt, wrangling the German Shepherd into his arms.
With all his valuables secured, Bruce starts off to the other side of the Cave, and less than a minute later, materialises in the Watchtower. He sets Ace down, brings Dick's legs around his hips, and grimaces as the dog retches and throws up on the floor. Zeta travel can't be fun for a dog.
He pads back over to him, ears low, and Bruce lets a few hundreds drift to the floor, gives an apologetic look to the camera, and leaves the small puddle behind, guiding his dog down the hallway to one of the common rooms. Dick grumbles, still fast asleep, as he's set down on the couch, and Bruce pulls him into his arms, letting Ace hop up and bully his way into the hug too.
The door opens, and Bruce looks up, nodding at Clark and Diana as they enter.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing I haven't dealt with having Krypto or Shelby. At least Ace can't eat precious metals."
Bruce blinks. "That is...an upside, yes."
Diana kneels next to the couch, giving Bruce an amused look as she strokes a hand over Ace. "Is Gotham not good enough anymore?" She teases, and he rolls his eyes.
"Har har. We've got a storm in the city. Neither of my boys like them much."
A blanket wafts out, then settles over him, and Bruce eyes Clark above him. "You don't need to—" He stops talking to yawn, and Clark grins at him.
"Five hundred probably covers a blanket as well as cleaning up after Ace, Bruce."
"Two hundred and fifty," Diana corrects tersely. "I want my cut."
"You stood there and watched me clean it up!"
"I played an integral role of moral support, Kal-El."
Bruce yawns again, their bickering lulling him into sleep, and he feels the couch dip, quickly followed by Diana guiding him to slump against her.
Clark lifts his legs to lay them over his lap and scooch up closer, letting Dick sleepily wiggle his way between the two of them, while Ace splays out in Bruce's arms, minute trembles still running through him.
"—gagging at the smell while I cleaned it up," Clark says, when Bruce tunes back in, clearly not done bickering.
Bruce focuses on Ace, hushing the breathy whine, and pulls him up to smack a kiss on his head. "Storms gone, baby," he assures, and Ace burrows into his chest.
"Because it was unfathomably foul." Diana burrows her fingers into Ace's fur, stroking over the tuft of fur bursting up around his collar.
"He's a dog, what do you expect?" Clark rests a hand on Ace's thigh, scratching just where he likes it above his tail, and it thumps sadly against Dick's ankle.
"Compensation for being in the same solar system as that substance," Diana gripes.
Bruce chuckles at their antics, and when Ace noses at his mouth to investigate the sound, clasps a hand over his muzzle to guide his vomit-breath away, and kisses his head a dozen times.
"You didn't even put any work in, Di."
"I'll give you another five hundred." Bruce's voice is rough as he speaks into Ace's fluff, but Diana's chuckle is smooth as she entangles their fingers where they rest in Ace's fur. He noses at her too, and she bumps their heads together in the same peculiar way they always have, before he sneaks his head back under Bruce's lips for more kisses.
"No, I think I'll survive," she hums.
"A night like this with you is compensation enough," Clark offers, putting what she left silent out into the open, and Bruce knows his cheeks are pink.
"Saps."
"Mhm." Diana relaxes onto him, one arm slung around his lower back, the other invisible beneath the layers of Ace's tan fur.
Clark leans in closer on his other side, Dick trapped firmly between them as the Kryptonian rests his forehead onto Bruce's shoulder, where he'll probably stay for the rest of the night.
Bruce pulls Ace a bit closer, and allows himself to relax fully, surrounded by all his loved ones together. He kisses Ace's head one last time, and finally falls into slumber.
Tim, walking into the Batcave and noticing everyone’s distraught appearance: What’s wrong?? Who died??
Stephanie: We have bad news Tim. You should sit down.
Tim: Oh shit did someone actually die?? Who was it this time?
Dick: Remember that civilian that we catch trailing after us every so often? The one who was involved in the Penguin incident awhile ago?
Tim: Oh. Clarissa O’Neal? What about her?
Damian: She was taken hostage by one of Black Masks henchmen. We didn’t make it in time to save her.
Tim: ? And that’s why you guys are so upset? C’mon guys lighten up, it’s movie night
Jason, getting visibly pissed: What the Fuck dude. A civilian we were close to fucking died because we didn’t make it in time
Dick: I know you didn’t like her much but show a bit of empathy Timmy. You usually take these situations seriously
Tim: I’ve been trying to kill her off for ages. Why would I be upset??
Steph: Tim you have 10 seconds to fix your attitude before i fix it for you
Jason: Since when do you take people’s lives so lightly? Dude you need to leave before I do something i regret.
Tim: I didn’t know you guys were so attached to her. I could revive her if you want, but honestly it’s more effort than it’s worth. And she was getting unwanted attention from the rogues so she had to go.
Damian: Revive?? Timothy what are you on about? And why are you saying that like you personally set up her demise?
Tim: Because I did? The planning for it took forever but I have to admit everything went a lot better than I was expecting.
Dick: TIM WHAT—
Jason: WHAT THE HELL—
Damian: MURDER? You?!
Steph, screaming over everyone else: WAIT SHUT UP
Steph: TIM NO YOU DID NOT
Steph: TIM DON’T TELL ME YOU DID IT AGAIN
Dick: Again?!? What are you talking about?!
Steph, laughing: Guys calm down. HE was Clarissa
Tim: You guys didn’t know??
Jason: HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THE HISPANIC LOOKING WOMEN IN HER MID TWENTIES AND A CRIME ALLEY ACCENT WAS YOU
Dick: Tim i am THIS CLOSE to burning down your disguise room.
Damian: Timothy explain yourself
Tim: I had an undercover op that I needed a female field agent for a couple years ago to infiltrate penguins operations. Over time She became a bit too important and Black mask was threatening her. So I decided to kill her off. I got the info I needed already and it was becoming a bit of a drag keeping up appearances
Steph: You need to stop getting us emotionally invested in your aliases and then killing them off. This is the fourth time you did this to me. I’ll never forgive you for Alvin Draper, I still grieve him even though i know you’re alive!
Tim: YOU guys need to start recognizing me in disguise. Worlds greatest detectives MY ASS
Jason: DUDE YOU GAVE YOURSELF DOUBLE D’s WHY WOULD WE ASSUME THAT WAS YOU
Damian: My training in this area has been neglected. Timothy show me your disguise lair
Tim: Sure, after movie night. Let’s go
Dick: This is gonna bite us in the ass. Damian is already so good at impressions. We will never know if someone we are talking to is him or not
Tim: LMAO When i’m done with him? Yea everyone’s fucked
Steph: It’s gonna give Roger from American dad
Bruce from the corner: *Breathes a sigh of relief*
Bruce at the Batcomputer: *Sighs and moves Clarissa O’Neal from ‘Real Civilian Death’ folder to ‘Tim’s Fake Identities’ folder. Creates new folder labeled ‘Damian’s Fake Identities’
“Hey, Laufey wrote a song called Carousel. Let’s listen to it and imagine Dick Grayson.”
I was then shot 27 times.
I love you Dick Grayson who grew up in the circus. Who lived in a trailer and never stayed in one place long enough to call it home. Whose family was his home up until they weren’t able to be anymore.
I love you Dick Grayson who was suddenly thrust into a stagnant life in a mausoleum of a house. Who turned to Robin to save yourself from grief. Flying once again like you were always meant to. Never staying in one place for long enough to call it home.
I love you Dick Grayson who left Gotham behind to create a new life for yourself. You who lead a team of heroes— never quite able to let go of your hunger for community. Fighting, soaring from place to place with a team to call your home.
I love you Dick Grayson who moved to Blüdhaven. Who, in spite of everything, ran away and couldn’t help but return to the familiar but not the same. Who tried to mend relationships. Who worked every job under the sun with an unwavering loyalty to his mission in the night. You who loved and lost and loved again.
I love you Dick Grayson who can’t help but be brought back to Gotham, though it’s not your home. Who loves your family fiercely but never stays in one place long. Who passed down your mantle and who flies through the night seeing the world.
I love you Dick Grayson who returned to where it all began and took up the mantle you never wanted in the first place. Whose family is your home. Who, despite everything, comes home again and again and again.
“i‘m sorry anakin, for all of it“
immediately after an interaction: i have GOT to get more normal oh god i need to get more normal immediately i have to get more normal or they're going to hunt me down they're going to hunt me down and flay me for sport
during an interaction: and why not put a little spin on it? why not add some conversational zest?
Makashi, Form 2 of lightsaber combat
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thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME
trust him, he's a professional
“Firefly, can you get the uh…” Bruce snapped his fingers, not looking up from his computer as he gestured wildly.
Duke looked behind him in confusion before looking back at Bruce. “The? The what?”
“You know, the thingy. Next to the other thing.”
“Bruce, you’re seriously being unhelpful right now.”
“I’m the unhelpful one?” Bruce scoffed, finally looking up from his computer and getting up. “Here we go. They were right next to you.”
“Your glasses?” Duke blinked and scowled. “How hard was it to say you wanted your glasses?”
Bruce sighed and shook his head. "What else would I be asking for, honey bee? I made it pretty clear that I wanted my glasses."
"Wha- no you didn't!" Duke protested, throwing his hands up in the air and groaning loudly. "Oh my gosh, when the fuck did I get two moms..."
——
“Baba, I can’t find it!” Damian huffed for the twelfth time, barely refraining from stomping his foot in frustration.
“Damian, baby, your new markers should be in the drawer where I put them,” Bruce said, unimpressed by Damian’s angry frown. “You’re lucky I put them away. I could’ve stepped on them because all you do is leave them on the floor.”
“That’s not fair, I can’t find them unless they’re on the floor.”
“Then clean your room.” Bruce deadpanned, already making his way to his youngest’s room.
Damian crossed his arms and followed closely behind. “You’re not gonna find them. I’ve looked everywhere.”
Bruce let out a noncommittal hum and opened one of Damian’s drawers. There, front and center, were the markers Damian had been looking for. “Really?” Bruce raised an eyebrow.
“They weren’t there before!” Damian protested, but Bruce was already walking out of his room.
——
"Dad, I know you know how to do this! You're the one who taught me!" Tim whined, barely stopping himself from stomping his feet in frustration. That would be too embarrassing.
"I'm telling you, Tim, the computer just won't download the file," Bruce insisted, clicking nowhere near where he needed to on the Batcomputer. "See?"
"Is this just a mom thing?" Tim muttered, grabbing the mouse and deciding to just download the files himself.
Bruce leaned back in his rolly chair and hummed, smiling to himself now that he no longer had to do anything after such a long day. Playing up his helplessness was really the best.
"Dad, are you watching?!" Tim huffed angily, looking back at Bruce with narrowed eyes. "I'm only showing you this once; I won't do it again."
"Yes, baby, I'm watching." Bruce placated, clearly not watching.
——
"Hi, princess," Bruce whispered softly, pushing open the door to Cassandra's room and peeking inside.
Cass let out a loud groan from the pile of blankets she was under before coughing harshly. "Dad..." She pouted, sniffling as she felt her nose run.
"I knew it." Bruce tsked, coming in all the way and closing the door behind him. "From the moment you came home yesterday without your coat. You were just begging to get sick." Bruce placed the bowl of chicken noodle soup down.
"This... sucks..." Cass complained, leaning into her Dad's hand when he felt her forehead.
"Mm, you've got a fever. Come out of your pile, sweethert, you need something in your tummy." Another groan in response. "Yes, I made it myself so it'll 'taste right', or whatever you kids mean by that." Bruce rolled his eyes, smiling softly.
Cass slowly wiggled out of her blankets and whined. "Cold... but so sweaty..."
"My poor warrior." Bruce frowned sympathetically. "You just need to put something in your stomach, then you can go back to sleep."
"You'll rub my back, right?" Cass sniffled, sitting back on her headboard and looking at her Dad pitifully. "Please? At least until I fall asleep?"
"Of course, my love." Bruce agreed easily, already planning on doing that. He picked up the bowl and spoon, scooping up some soup and blowing on it. "Open up, Cassie."
——
"Momma, what's my shoe size?"
Bruce turned with a small frown on his lips to look up at his second son, who was peeking his head into the study doorway. "... why?"
"I'm tryin to buy some new combat boots, but I cut off that tag inside cause it was annoyin." Jason stepped in and sat beside Bruce, leaning his head on the older man's shoulder. "You buy me shoes all the time, so you must know."
Bruce grumbled softly, but gently stroked his son's head. "Do you want me to just go with you? We could get some other stuff that you need while we're out."
"Yessss, that would be so much easier." Jason agreed eagerly, a grin on his face. It had been such a long time since he and Bruce had hung out without one of his siblings also being there. "Shopping date?"
"Shopping date." Bruce laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Jason's temple.
——
Bruce walked into the kitchen to find his eldest child staring blankly at an assortment of fruits. Just staring.
"Chum?"
Dick blinked, then smiled, his entire face lighting up the moment he saw Bruce. "Tati, can you cut this fruit for me? I want a fruit bowl."
Bruce frowned in confusion. "Why do you need me to cut your fruit?"
Dick huffed and crossed his arms. "Obviously cause you do it better, duh." Bruce felt offended by the eyeroll and was about to say something, but Dick continued talking. "Plus, you make the apples and mangos into cute shapes, and I can't do that."
"Okay, okay." Bruce chuckled softly, grabbed a knife, and walked over. "But you have to share with me, okay?"
"Yay!" Dick cheered, wrapping his arms around Bruce's neck and aggressively kissing his cheek.
——
Bruce doesn't even blink in surprise when Stephanie breaks into his room and flops down on his bed, groaning loudly and kicking her feet.
"What's up, twister?" Bruce flipped the next page in his book. Either Steph would tell him what was wrong, or she would keep quiet. It was always a toss-up with her.
"Why do you call me that?" She grumbled, pulling her face away from Bruce's pillow and screaming into it, glaring up at him.
Bruce shrugs. "You're a twister of chaos. Fits, right?"
Stephanie grumbles again but doesn't refute. "It's stupid... It's so entirely stupid that I shouldn't even be thinking about it. I mean, I'm a vigilante that beats up the most dangerous criminals, and I'm worrying about something so fucking stupid."
Bruce sets down his books and looks down at Stephanie. "If it's bothering you, then it's important. If it's important to you, then it's important to me. Lay it on me, blondie."
"..." Stephanie kicked her feet again. "I'm meeting up with some girls, and they always have their hair super cute, and I don't know how to do that."
Bruce hummed. "Want me to do your hair? I could do that hairstyle from the gala a few months ago again."
Steph perked up. "Really? I fucking loved that, it looked like a flower. I still have no clue how you did that."
"Yeah, c'mere." Bruce grinned, gesturing for Stephanie to come sit close so he could start. "You'll have the best hairstyle out of all those girls."
wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating
#they really said “you can’t use wiki as an academic source-use our garbage AI that’s even less reliable”#and you can’t even opt out of it
no but you can FORCE it away. use ublock origin and copy paste the blacklist i made into the filters to be able to remove the bullshit AI overview that google forces. it also removes youtube's forced ads (at least until they fix it)
you can also use the ublacklist extension and use this blacklist of AI image generation websites to curate your google image results
there are ALWAYS ways around stuff. it's just a matter of looking into it and asking around
I'M FREE
FOR WIKIPEDIA!!!!
my humor 2016
happy 3 year anniversary of wheeze man
Finally, the original has crossed my dash.
@strangezeroz welcome to tumblr where the app decides when you can be gifted with the sight of og memes, you cannot look for these yourself via the search engine, you won’t find them, you have to wait to be gifted them
For those of you who might be new here, Tumblr has no algorithm, legendary memes are brought to your dash by mutuals like pet cats bringing you dead birds.
Ezra sketch
Umm, that’s literally the emperors nephew??