Welcome to the blog for my fanfics about the batfamly, justice league and arrowverse. I use a different mix of canons and headcanons for my fanfics. I get not everyone will like the changes, but just be nice and not a purist. I'm just writing these stories for fun. My posted ao3 fics and fave script fics are in the masterlist pinned on here. Constructive feedback is always welcome, but rude comments will lead to an automatic block. AO3: Rose_Twilight I post my script fics on here and the chapter styled ones on ao3. I post my mini script fics here and ao3 has my novel fics.
This is the masterlist of ongoing and one-shot batfamily flash fics and Epic the musical flash fics. Each character/fandom title link will go lead you to more stories.
I write batman and fam fanfiction on here and AO3, this is that masterlist of some of my fanfics. Updated regularly. You can find all my fics here and search for them, currently organizing the blog.
AO3 Pseud name: Rose_Twilight
AO3:
Ra's Al Ghul's Vengeance
Fractured Wings
Winx Club: Dragon Flame
Stories posted there about batfamily (so far)
I already tested that
Selina meeting the first Robin
StephCass Masterlist
Arrowverse, Titans, YJ, and JLA Masterlist
Jason's days in the League of Assassins and part time baby sitter
Red Robin: I had sixteen other thoughts going on. Grab my house keys wasn’t one of them. It can happen to any of you guys.
Red Hood: Random thoughts? Like kissing your boyfriend good night?
Red Robin: Hey, he needs my love. He worked a twenty-hour shift. You wouldn't understand.
Red Hood: My girlfriend works!
Red Robin: As a mercenary.
Red Hood: That’s a lucrative side gig. She has four jobs, and none of them are stripping! Yeah, I overheard your conversation with Impulse. You’re just jealous of my love life.
Red Robin: She only dates you for your muscle.
Red Hood: You can't say the same thing. Pete Davidson has more muscle.
Red Robin chuckled at the insult preparing another insult, but the carjacking goon they stopped poorly decided to interject.
A random goon (interrupting): His skin is pasty too.
Red Hood: Who the fuck are you talking to?
Goon (stammering): W- What?
Red Hood: His skin issue isn’t your damn business! He takes care of himself. What’s your excuse?
Goon: But you were just joking about how he forgot some keys. That’s dumb on his part.
Red Hood: You don’t insult him! He forgot his keys, it can happen to anybody. We saw you trying to jump-start a Tesla, you fucking moron.
Red Robin (piling on, arms crossed): You couldn’t even break the window of the car. Tesla windows are terrible. You only got lucky cause the door was unlocked.
Goon (defensive): I’m new to this! Geez! You guys are mean.
Red Hood: And you’re an idiot. Now sit down. I’m taking you in in a minute. Don’t talk again!
The goon pouted, walking away and sitting on the floor, upset.
Red Robin: Thank you.
Red Hood: No problem. Only I can insult your acne issue. Robin already brought up your red nose.
Red Robin: I get a few pimples every few months. I can’t control that. Asshole.
Signal (singing quietly to himself): She said, "Take your time, what's the rush?" Ooooo. I said, "Baby, I'm a dog, I'm a mutt"…
Batman (on the comm): Signal?
Signal ignored Batman, staying on flow with the singing.
Signal (continuing to sing): She said, "Take your time, what's the rush?" I said, "Baby, I'm a dog, I'm a mutt." I'm a dog, I'm a mutt—
Batman (slightly raising his voice): Signal!
Signal groaned, throwing his head back.
Signal: Ho, what?! I am vibing!
Batman: It’s not—That’s the last time you’re going to call me a ho.
Jim chuckled, covering his mouth and nearly dropping his cigarette. Batman glanced at his friend, until he realized Jim was laughing. He wasn’t aware of the conversation, but hearing Batman say “ho” was enough to send Jim into hysterics.
Batman: All right, it’s not that funny.
Jim: Yes, it is. Context or not, he called you that, and you said the word.
Batman: See what you’ve done, Signal? You embarrassed me in front of the commissioner.
Signal (proud): A’ight. That’s gucci.
Batman: I told you, I have no idea what that means. I’m not hip on that kind of slang!
Nightwing (interjecting): Hey, Adam West, he’s basically happy he embarrassed you.
Batman: Thank you, Night—Adam West?! I am not that old, and he’s a legend!
Red Hood: Your old ass would say that.
Batman clicked off his comm as the bat kids could be heard laughing at him.
Batman (irked): Why did I decide to work with people?!
Jim: You never asked him—
Batman (frustrated): Yes, I know! I couldn’t really ask him since he was singing!
Damian: Diapers? Do you wear them now since you lost mobility in your legs? Who changes the diapers?
Barbara: I haven't answered the first question yet! Bruce, did you put him up to this?
Bruce, resting his head on the table, was busy dissociating. Barbara slammed her fist on the table to get him to snap back to reality. Bruce shot up, dazed.
Bruce: Huh? What?
Barbara: Your son asked me if I wear diapers!
Bruce: ...Don't you?
Barbara: You know I don't!
Bruce: Oh, right, right. Damian, why did you ask her that?
Damian: For research purpose! Yes.
Bruce: Fair enough. Barbara, answer his question and I'll pay you.
Barbara: You're lucky I'm not traumatized enough to not talk about this. Zelle me the money after I answer. Damian, my bladder and stuff down there still works, I just require accommodations and a specific bathroom.
Damian: No diapers? What about a catheter? Was that ever used?
Barbara groaned, her head resting on the table. Bruce quietly chuckled while sending Barbara the appropriate amount of money for handling a kid's random questions.
Barbara: The fact I'm not sure if Dick, Jason, Tim or Stephanie put this in your head and that led to you asking me this disappoints me more than angers me and I can't get mad at you. Stupid, cute face.
Damian hummed in agreement taking a long sip from his coffee cup.
Damian: I'll let that comment slide for now. I was curious about your rehabilitation is all. So... no diapers?
Barbara: Not as an adult!
Damian: Dick told me-
Barbara: I knew it! Bruce, ground him!
Bruce (texting): Yeah, I'll get on that. Damian, stop asking inappropriate questions.
Damian: I'm a curious young man. It's my right to learn about things. Especially if I want to be Batman someday.
Barbara: No DNA test needed for you.
Damian (taking that as a compliment): That's right. You get it. Thank you.
Ra's fighting for his family (using lines from hazbin hotel)
Slade: All I can say is, thank you for sucking so much at everything you try to do. Just... thank you.
Slade grabbed the young Robin, yanking him up by his collar and ready to taunt, until Ra’s started cackling and clapping.
Ra’s (sword ready): You absolute idiot!
Slade (dropping Damian to the floor): The fuck is going on? Get back in your chair!
Ra’s: You swore not to lay your hands on my grandson, but you couldn’t help yourself, could you? You fucking creep. You’re always doing that, and I hate it!
Slade (placing his hand on Damian’s forehead): What... this? This doesn’t count! I didn’t hurt him!
Ra’s: I didn’t say not to hurt him, you moron. I said you are not to lay your hands on him, but you did! You pathetic amateur.
Robin grinned, elated that his grandfather’s trickery had worked in his favor. He slyly side-stepped away unnoticed. Slade stammered, flabbergasted at what just went wrong for him. Damian hurried over to Lian and Jon, smugly smirking.
Robin: You’re about to witness greatness.
Lian rolled her eyes.
Slade (losing it with rage): Fucking wordplay?! You tricked me with a fucking technicality? Seriously?
Ra’s: Mm, it worked, didn’t it? I’m a villain, cyclops. It’s kind of our thing to trick our enemies. You’re nothing if not predictable.
Slade shook with fury, reaching for the hilt of his gun.
Slade (shouting): OH FUCK YOU!
Ra’s stepped in front of Slade, his cane sword stuck in the ground as he leaned on it, a confident smile on his face—powerful, ready to fight the next beast. His imposing figure dwarfed whatever intimidation Slade thought he had. Slade sputtered, stepping back, cursing in rage.
Batman leaned toward Wonder Woman.
Batman: Is this real, or am I hallucinating?
Wonder Woman: This is real and we are here to witness it. Where's the popcorn?
Batman: Alfred couldn't come for this.
Slade (false bravado): You— You think you’re real cute?
Ra’s (calmly): Bitch, I’m adorable. And I’m smarter than you. I only needed to resort to childish tricks to deceive you. You’re familiar with playing with children, aren’t you?
Slade (shouting): Fuck you! It doesn’t matter if the deal’s off. I’ll just beat your ass into submission.
Ra’s: You’d be an expert on that. The difference is, I’m not a teenage girl. Don’t sell yourself short, though. You’re the most powerful nonce. Good for you.
Robin (shaking Lian!Cheshire): He’s using sass! He learned that from me.
Lian: Yeah, I heard him. Chill.
Slade (offended): I’m not a nonce!
Lex (switching teams): Yes, you are!
Slade (whining): You’re supposed to be on my side!
Lex: Yeah, but Ra’s is more tolerable than you.
Black Manta: And scarier without coming off like Jimmy Savile.
Sinestro: And you smell weird!
Lex: He does! It’s so bad, like a skunk sprayed him.
Cheetah: His face is weird, too.
Slade: We don’t need any more chatter from you idiots! Fuck all of you! Fuck you, Ra’s, and fuck that stupid, useless r*tard grandson and whore daughter of yours!
Just like that, the area fell silent, except for Batman clapping and laughing. He knew what was about to happen next.
Rose: Dumbass!
Slade: Tulip, why?
Rose: Not my name. Don't worry though, I'm going to record this for my enjoyment.
Rose pulled out her cell phone, ready to record the fight. Jason placed his hand on her hip happy for his girlfriend.
Ra’s: I’ve lived through more wars than peace treaties. I’ve seen women burned at the stake, men stoned for disobeying a king. And now, I can be the one to sever the arteries of Slade Wilson.
Slade: Not after I cut your body into pieces and send them in separate boxes!
Ra’s: Save it for the dream journal. I’d leave you to the not-really-Teen Titans you enjoy spying on, but your smug face just flipped that switch in my head.
Ra’s unsheathed his sword, aiming it at Slade’s gun holster, dislodging it, tossing it into the air, then catching it himself.
Ra’s: No easy outs either.
Slade: Fuck it. This fight with you will be sending a message, that no one will ever be on top before me! Want to fight me for calling your grandson the autistic failure he is, or that your daughter’s a cunt? Come at me! I will win!
Rose: Hey dad, interjecting one last time to inform you after those well thought out words, he won't kill you. And that's not a good thing. You proceed to get your ass beat now.
Hawkgirl (sitting in a chair): I got fifty that Slade will last ten minutes.
Hawkman (sitting in a different chair): Fifteen for me.
Lex: I got a thousand for seven minutes.
Slade: Stop wagering! No more talk, just the beautiful battle of sword against sword.
Slade grunted, hearing the people laughing at his unintended innuendo.
Nightwing (returning with popcorn): Don’t start yet! Until I get a good view. Popcorn?
Wonder Woman: I’ll take a handful.
Robin: Grandfather! Wait! Wait!
Ra’s: Yes?
Robin: Go for his good eye!
Ra’s smirked and nodded, then without missing a beat, slashed his sword against Slade’s chest.
This is from Batman/Superman: World's Finest #38. Look at this. Look at this man, swooning on his back, legs spread, calling Bruce's name. There is no straight explanation for this.
Today in “they didn’t have to draw that panel Like That”
Roy: Lian, why are there five giant rabbits in your room?
Lian (holding toothpicks): The boys and I watched this horror movie about killer rabbits. Midway, by the way, afterward Damian and I argued if rabbits can be turned into predators. We’re seeing who can train them to be attack animals and take down a threat.
Roy let out a weary dad sigh, rubbing his tired eyes.
Roy: I… That’s—I have five questions already.
Lian grabbed a head of lettuce.
Lian: Is it about how I found five giant rabbits? I named them after my fave video game characters.
Roy: No. I have a guess who you called. First, did you watch Lepus Madness? Lian, that is a horror movie. You're barred from subjecting your friends to them after the sleepover incident!
Lian (missing the point): Lepus Madness is rated PG. The babysitter was nearby while we watched the movie. And again, it’s not my fault those girls can’t handle a movie about a family in a haunted house.
Roy: You showed them Poltergeist!
Lian (indifferent): A bunch of lightweights.
Roy: You’re going to stick to that defense?
Lian: Yes. It’s done me wonders.
Roy: I would too. Anyway, why this bet?
Lian: Damian started it! He said smaller rabbits can win no matter what and I argued, heck no big rabbits can.
Roy: Makes sense that a bat kid thought this first. You can’t train bunnies to be threats. They’re literally too cute to be threatening.
Lian: Not bunnies. Rabbits. If Watership Down taught me anything, it’s that yes, they can be.
Roy’s eyes widened in shock that she knew that movie. Lian smiled sweetly.
Lian: Uncle Con showed me that one. Anyway, I put bragging rights on the line, and the winner gets to pick what we do for fun afterward. I want to go to that new FNAF-inspired arcade, so are you going to help me or not?
Roy (trying not to sound proud): Why are you like this?
Lian (nonchalantly): Daddy… Don't play. Grandpa told me how wild you were at my age. It’s basically in my DNA.
Roy sighed, smiling reluctantly.
Roy: Yeah, before the dark days, I was a cool kid.
Lian: I didn’t say all that.
Roy: I’m going to pretend you did. If this is to one-up a Bat-kid, then I’ll help. But you have to stop showing them horror movies. Clark is still mad at me after you showed Jon that Winnie the Pooh horror spoof.
Lian: It’s not my fault he can’t handle cheesy gore. That movie was barely scary, like I laughed.
Roy: You really are my daughter. Last question, who did you call to get five giant rabbits?
Lian: Flemish Giant rabbits. Grandma supplied me with five, but the toothpicks are basically their blades. Damian’s using a different breed, but he’s totally going to lose. And before you ask, Jon is fine. He loved the movie. The effects were supes cheesy he barely got scared or scarred. I promised to show—
Roy: Stop promising horror movies!
Lian blinked, her cute, round face showing she had about five scary movies of varying quality and ratings ready.
Roy: Make sure they’re not rated R next time, you little sneak.
Lian: That I can do.
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Meanwhile, with Damian and his rabbit army:
Tim: You’re going to lose, dude.
Damian (holding a rabbit in tiny armor): Shut your mouth, Drake! I will win this battle!
Super Connor (readying his laser eyes): Jon is right. Christmas is about the bonds that bring us together.
Supergirl (her laser eyes on the target): It's about friends.
Superman (proud papa): And family!
Superboy Prime (missing the point but locked in): And killing Santa!
Superboy (ready to laser blast): And that's the true meaning of Christmas!
Many, many hours later
Jon: And that's how we killed an imposter Santa and saved Christmas.
The Batfamily having listened to the entire story were silent at first legitimately shocked at missing all this. A saving Santa story wasn't what they expected while enjoying Alfred's popular eggnog.
Jason: That was fantastic!
Dick: You saved Christmas! Yes! That's permanent nice list accomplishment right there.
Superboy Prime scoffed while stirring his eggnog. Yeah, Santa was hesitant to move him to the nice list after SP shot at Santa's sleigh when he was a teenager.
Damian: You told an exciting and true happy story. Good job.
Jon: Thanks.
Tim (worried): You're positive that was an imposter? I'm serious about asking this.
Connor: He was. The real one was tied up and stuffed inside a chimney like cell. He gave us gifts for saving him.
Tim sighed relieved.
Kara: I finally got my Barbie doll styled to look like me! In your face, Dick!
Dick: Whatever.
Superman: Prime, why were obsessed with killing fake Santa?
Superboy Prime: The fat bastard refused to remove me from the naughty list over my past. A boy shoots down one sleigh and he's enemy number one. This was the closet I got to killing him. I'm not a monster though. I won't kill the real dingus.
Batman: That Santa is such a jerk, isn't he?
Superman: Batman, for the last time, you have to get past him not reviving your parents! It's against the laws of the dead.
Batman: Bull shit!
Kara: We definitely caused some property damage to the city we were in.
Superboy Prime: We can deal with that tomorrow. Oh, tomorrow! Yes! Boxing day!
Superboy prime punched Dick in the arm making the man drop his cup of eggnog.
Dick: Ow! My nog!
Jason (laughing): Sorry bro, but that was funny. This guy is the best. Superman, what are you doing wrong? Like in life and in general?
Superboy Prime: I think he was dropped on his head.
Kara: Numerous times. He cried a lot too.
Superman: When I was an infant? Yeah, I imagine I did.
Superboy: Dad. I get what you meant but that's not a flex.
Connor: You softer than puppy toes compared to auntie Kara.
Kara: See he's a youngling and he gets it.
Batman laughed dryly at Superman's embarrassment while him and Jason enjoyed eggnog together.
Ra's spending time with baby Damian (counting coins)
Ra's (counting coins): 100, 101, 102, 103, 104-
Talia: Father.
Ra's (ignoring his daughter): 105, 106-
Talia (perplexed): Father, it's pennies. Why must you count them?
Ra's: I like how pennies look and won't lose these again. Now don't interrupt me or I'll lose... count... Right, I left off at 107, 108, 109, 110-
Talia let out a tired sigh, rubbing her forehead while watching a copper penny drop into a jar Ra's had made for this exact collection. The pile next to the jar was large, and Ra's wasn't halfway through the count.
Talia: Father, I am begging for your attendance to this convention.
Ra's (while counting): I- 108- have a- 109, 110- full schedule today- 111, 112, 113- You can handle a simple convention- 114, 115, 116, 117, 118-
Talia: That was impressive father. I don't want to go there. Those people are so strange and annoying!
Ra's: I had to deal with them- 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126-
Baby (Toddler but it's the same diff) Damian (singing while stacking blocks): A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H- Um... Um...
Ra's: You're welcome grandson. I have to start counting again. Eh, I don't mind.
Talia: Father, you were at 130! 130! That is the number you stopped at. Just-
Ra's: I won't sleep at night until this is done. Time to start over.
Ra's proceeded to dump the change from the jar onto the table and started recounting the change for the third time. Talia covered her mouth, letting out a muffled scream.
Baby Damian waddled over to Ra's and silently watched him count the coins.
Ra's: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5- Why is he staring at me?
Talia: I have no idea. He likes to watch people.
Ra's: Hm... Okay then. Grandson, want to see coins put into paper rolls?
Baby Damian (staring at the pennies): Hm, hm... Yes.
Talia: Father, train him to be a killer, not boring.
Ra's: There's fun in what I do. What number did I stop at?
Baby Damian (holding up his open hand): Five.
Ra's: Ah, yes. Thank you, grandson.
Talia: You two have fun with counting spare change, I'll be at the business convention with men who think smacking my bottom is flirting.
Ra's: Don't forget the purple katana— Oh grandson, this penny is from the land Ar-kansas. That is a mythical land in America.
Baby Damian (actually amazed): Wooow!
Talia sighed with a soft smile and left the two to spend more time together while she retrieved her scaring gropey men kit.
The new super friends (Damian, Lian and Jon currently) usual training sessions go like this:
Jon was chill, he wasn't focused on fighting the training bots or even having a high number, he mostly enjoyed training with his friends. Lian and Damian, they liked adding a bit of competition to sessions like this.
Lian - 5
Damian - 4
Lian: Bruh, the thought of being mid compared to you totally gives me the ick!
Jon warily glanced at Damian as the young man shook with rage at the usage of that type of slang.
Damian: A pencil will make connecting points with your brain if you do not stay quiet and let me lead!
Lian: You? Lead? Bruh!
Damian: Shut it, little girl! You will not beat me in this challange!
Lian smirked, cracking her knuckles.
Lian: Say less, you anti-rizz prince! Fight more baddies than me! The winner gets bragging rights.
Damian: You will eat my dust!
Many hours of battling later… Lian had more beaten-down training bots than Damian, by literally two more than what Damian had. She smiled pridefully, irritating Damian even more.
Jon: Okay, by the end of the fight, Lian had more baddie bots on her belt than Damian. Lian, you win.
Jon held up Lian's arm as if she had won in the Olympics then dropped it.
Lian (cheering): Yes! I won! Eat that, L, Boy Wonder!
Damian dropped to his knees and screamed dramatically.
Damian: Nooo! I lost to an Arrow member!
Jon (being a good mediator): By like two bots. You guys were close.
Damian (clutching his hair): I got cooked by two extra bots? I’m speaking like her! What have I become?! Father! Tell me this is a nightmare!
Batman calmly walked over to comfort his son.
Batman: Sadly, no. It’s okay, you’ll win next time.
Lian (elated): Doubtful. Grandpa, I did it! I beat him. I— I— This is the greatest day ever!
Lian started crying happy tears at her successful mission. Green Arrow walked over and scooped her up, giving her a tight grandpa hug.
Lian: Daddy- Daddy, is going to be so proud of me.
Green Arrow: You bet he is. I’m proud of you too. You remembered all my arrow tricks. Don’t cry, pumpkin, you won.
Lian (wiping her eyes): That’s why I’m crying! Seeing Damian lose makes me happy cry.
Green Arrow smiled.
Green Arrow: You really are my grandchild. This calls for a feast! Ruth’s Chris Steak House for the family.
Black Canary (clapping happily): Yes! Move, loser!
Black Canary shoved Batman out of the way, rushing to her husband and hugging him as well as Lian.
Black Canary: I’ve been wanting a big juicy steak and chilled seafood towers for days. Li-Li, you’re getting one of those chocolate molten cakes.
Lian (while giggling): Stop, stop, you’re making me happy-cry more.
Green Arrow (comforting): It’s okay, baby girl. We understand.
Black Canary: Yeah, you won. You earned this.
Black Canary smugly smiled, waving at Batman before she and the Arrow family left to get steak dinner.
Batman: Steak isn’t even that good! Freaking arrows, acting like they’re better than us.
Robin: Right? She cries for joy now, but she’ll be sobbing like a baby soon when I win. She’s so… smug.
Batman: Seems to run in their family. Robin, you still won in my eyes. Don’t let that deter you.
Robin: I would’ve gotten those extra two, plus three more, if she hadn’t kept rage-baiting me.
Batman: You’ll have to train on that, but don’t worry—I’ve got years of experience.
Robin stood up, wiped the dirt off his pants, and nodded.
Batman: I’ll take you out for frozen yogurt. Jon, you can come too.
Superboy: Oh, um… me and dad were going to join Lian at Ruth’s Chris, but you’re a winner in my eyes, best buddy. It’s just… Ruth’s Chris, dude.
Robin: Fine, you can go. Remind Lian that the Batman family wins every time... except this.
Superboy (giving a thumbs-up): I will let that be known. See ya.
Superboy flew off to the restaurant along with Superman. Batman groaned.
Batman: I’ve been to Ruth's restaurant. They don’t even have that many vegetarian options.
Robin and Batman headed to the Batmobile, their confidence staying strong as they talked.
Robin: And it’s overpriced for mediocre food. Frozen yogurt hits the spot more. You saw how I knocked three bots down at once with one batarang?
Batman: I did. I really did, that was impressive. You could’ve gotten more; I believe you.
I found her page on tiktok. So the chungus cat was bigger, but has lost weight thankfully. So what we're seeing is Captain Americat at a good place. I think she adopted him but yeah that's a big ass cat. That looks like a scientist cross bred a main coon with a British short hair. It's so flipping cute! I wish to use her as a pillow.
Ra's: You and I are not the same. You are a beetle compared—
Lex (calmly): He fucked your daughter.
Ra's: W-What?
Lex: While you were conquering lands and failing to stop a man in latex, Batman fucked your daughter. Numerous times. Then he got her pregnant, and somehow, I can't figure out how, the furry won custody. He got the kid and raised him to be a costume-wearing vigilante and not whatever ninja killer oc you planned. Okay?
Lex grabbed his tumbler taking a long sip to clear his throat.
Lex: You talk about being a fearsome being, and you are. But remember who fucked your daughter? Batman. You can be scary, you got that going for you and Batman will forever have the fact his DNA is shared with your grandson. So there. Go, you.
Lex finished his speech with the most sarcastic clap. Ra's was taken back. Most of the villains in the room were too shocked to speak. Cheetah covered her mouth with her tail, Ivy was quietly cackling, and Bane could only nod in agreement.
Black Manta: Damn.
Ra's: Yes, well—that's not—
Lex: And you can't pretend like you don't care for that gremlin. Slade has whined about the four separate incidents you've turned him into a pin cushion.
Ra's: Slade is a creepy fuck, you know that.
Lex: Oh, I do. He most certainly deserved whatever beatings you gave him, but the main reason, the central focus, the common denominator is he was a dick and insulted your grandson.
Sinestro: Oh and don't forget his daughter still wants to be with that man.
Lex: That is a true comment. The leader of a fur-con has claim over Talia Al Ghul. She'll slice a man in half, but drop them panties for the fursona.
Lex sat back in his chair, finished talking. Ra's looked around slowly realizing that the man had monologue insulted him surprisingly well.
Black Manta: Damn! He isn’t letting up with the furry insults.
Ra's: Shut up. You fight the human version of Spongebob!
Black Manta: Hey, Aquaman is a real one. Don’t come at me for fighting a whole water-bender. I was being nice, not saying anything but he’s right about the grandkid. Batman got your daughter pregnant, and she kept the kid!
Gorilla Grodd: And he’s raising an adorable, violent child as well.
Cheetah (hiding behind Grodd): Let's go back to the custody part. He’s being raised by Batman! You know how bloody embarrassing that is for the man to have full custody of the kid!
Cheetah looked around, pretending she hadn’t said all that.
Cheetah: Sinestro, why did you say that?
Sinestro (playing along): I stand by it.
Ra's breathed angrily, ready to gore so many people in that room.
Lex: You can beat me up, stab me, you can kill me, but I’m going to be right. So, what are you going to do? What’s your ancient ass going to do?
Twenty minutes later:
Riddler arrived late to the meeting after the melee, seeing a few injured but alive villains and Ra’s gone, leaving slash marks on the wall.
Riddler (deadpan): Ra’s was here?
Cheetah (unscathed): Yep. Lex told him the thing.
Riddler: Lex? I thought you were smart!
Lex (icing his deep slash on his hip): Worth it.
Black Manta (icing his eye): I respect that, too. You said that with your chest and stood by it. You a real one for that. Damn, he wears too many rings.
Lex: That’s compensation.
Joker (sewing his fingers back together): Why’d he go after me? I never said anything! I was enjoying my snack, and he just swipes a blade on my arm?
Lex: You threw his grandson out a window once.
Joker: And then his stupid friend caught him. That was like a year ago. I am never attending these meetings if he’s here. I already have to deal with Batman’s flock of birds and Pussycat. I don’t need this. I’m mad, but not that mad! Cheetah literally said a mean thing! How the fuck is she not cut?
