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Who's Adorable Now?
a/n: this is The Incident Jason references in Not Scared Of You, and a bonus continuation
summary: Bruce is happy to show Jason how to tickle Dick out of his mind. Jason, in turn, is happy to pass this information on to Tim.
Lee!Jason (briefly), lee!Dick // ler!Bruce, ler!Jason, ler!Tim (briefly)
*SCREAMS* <3<3<3<3<3<3
hello um you could probably already glean from that “um” that this is grey anon hi that’s me.
I offer you a request/prompt in these trying times. :’) your inbox might already be inundated we the people are ravenous for your writing.
but um yeah here is my humble request/prompt. ^^;
nobody has heard from jason for the past like twelve hours. they aren’t expecting to find him in his bedroom at the manor because that would be too easy but that’s where he is. he’s conked out, been pushing way too hard himself recently, and they cannot get him to wake up for anything HBSB
so um yeah shenanigans ensue they decide to be annoying and see who can get away with it for the longest or pull the biggest stunt before he wakes up and starts throwing hands. and by Annoy I mean uhhhhhh
words haha
lers of your choice :’)
grey!!! thank you so much! I had fun with this one hbhskdh I hope you like it! jason absolutely passing the hell out because he's subconsciously feeling safe enough to do so...safe from physical danger, at least. not necessarily safe from his brothers' mischief.
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Wakey, Wakey
summary: Jason's zonked out of his gourd. Dick convinces Tim to help wake him up...sort of.
lee!Jason // ler!Dick, ler!Tim
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It was a soporific autumn morning, all fog and drizzle and overcast, and Tim wasn’t at all surprised to find Jason facedown on his bed. He hadn’t seen his older brother actually leave the Manor after yesterday’s brunch.
A closer look revealed that Jason hadn’t bothered to change all the way out of his street clothes – he was sprawled out in a flannel pajama shirt and cargo pants, with one giant steel-toed boot still on. The other boot was laying sideways near the door.
So, naturally, Tim took a picture to send to Dick, and captioned it, lolol he’s a disaster.
What? It was true.
Tim’s fingers drummed against his thighs without his conscious direction as he leaned against Jason’s doorframe to wait for Dick’s inevitable appearance. Unsurprisingly, Jason hadn’t stirred. He’d fallen asleep with his face buried in a pillow, so all Tim could see of his head was a bunch of unruly dark curls that stuck up in all kinds of directions.
“Wow,” came Dick’s voice from over his shoulder. “He’s really zonked, huh?”
Tim absolutely wasn’t startled at all, he just glared at Dick for no reason, but any not-startle melted when Dick ruffled his hair. “I think he’s been up most of this week.”
Gahhh this is absolutely ADORABLE! It's too sweet! Hyacinth strikes again with a wonderfully adorable batfam fic! ❤️🙂↔️✨️
Fic Submission - Nasty Habit by Moody!anon
Forgive me for the typos y’all this was written over weeks and every-time I sit down to reread I get interrupted 😅
Jason is my absolute favorite Bat (but I love them all so much) and I just really love soft, grumpy Jason being tickled to death by anyone in his proximity! So I offer you Lee!Jason, brief Lee!Tim cameo, and Lers! Dick, Roy, Tim (briefly) and Bruce!
You can post this however is easiest! It did let me post the whole thing in here… so I’m hoping it all sends and I haven’t hit the word limit!
- Moody
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Notes from August:
Warnings: cigarette smoking, chain smoking
As usual, my gushing thoughts will be at the bottom of the fic!
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The Wayne brood have tried to get Jason to stop smoking at least 1000 times between Alfred’s constant lectures, Bruce’s bribes, and his brother’s various complaints.
Dick’s latest tactic had been to dump a glass of water on ‘the cigarette,’ ei Jason, to quote, ‘put out the fire hazard.’
He had managed to do this only twice. The first time Jason was so shocked he actually laughed, and the second time he tried to light his brother on fire, scarily close success on Jason’s part. Needless to say, Dick had not tried again.
Tim had given it a rest after too many power points had gone wasted, and Damian resorted mostly to loud judgmental quips which was his normal gig anyways so it didn’t really have the pang of guilt the brat thought it did.
So. Jason wasn’t shy about his habit. Up to almost a pack a day, more if he was particularly stressed. He made no means to hide or downplay the habit in front of anyone, save for, Alfred of course.
He took in Tim and Dick’s disgusted looks as he light up a third cigarette since they’d sat down.
Countdown
Jason, Tim, and Damian test Dick's patience. When the oldest sibling finally cracks, he hunts them down one by one to enact revenge for their troubles
Word Count: 5, 716
Warnings: No Warnings
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
Voices bounce around the cave, volleying left and right like some kind of aggressive tennis match.
Dick can’t even hear his fingers on the keys of the Bat Computer with how loud his brothers are being, jabs and barbs over something entirely pointless being thrown across the expanse of the room. Why on earth they were down here instead of upstairs was lost on the oldest sibling. He had been attempting to finish a report of a mission from the night prior, when his brothers appeared from nowhere and started debating. The argument didn’t need Dick’s input, nor did they ask for it. It was like they wandered into the cave just to grate on his last nerve.
Dad Time, pt. 1
a/n: wow being off work is great for my productivity i've *checks notes* written 7k on the external piece but more importantly. 2 fics.
summary: Dick might be a full entire grownup, but he still needs time from his Dad outside of vigilante work. the 1st of 3 installments with Bruce and each of the boys. Damian will appear eventually, he's just not here yet :)
notes: brief, one-line mention of a case that is very vaguely implied to involve SA, but could also be basically any kind of violent crime. Not an important plot point, no explicit details given. // also, some very light angst - Bruce tells Dick he's proud of him and Dick, overwhelmed and tired, gets a little teary. not related to cheer-up tickles.
lee!Dick // ler!Bruce // brief lee!Tim and ler!Dick
Little Brother Syndrome
lee!tim, ler!dick. 3k words give or take of silly banter, 2% hurt (hurt that really doesn’t even take itself very seriously) 98% comfort, and fluff.
so um yeah about what you’ve learned to expect from me . I hope you like it :’) I’m happy I was able to put something out while still in the throes of my writing difficulties lately, and I’m even happier I was able to still have fun doing it. :’)
Secret Weapon
Lee!Jason, Lee!Dick / Ler!Dick, Ler! ?
Summary: Jason’s maybe slightly, a tiny bit anxious and a whole lot overthinking brothers weekend. Bruce gives him a trick to hide up his sleeve. Around 4.3k
Notes: surprise Ler is in the tags below if you would rather know before reading! I edited this really fast because I’m anxious to share so I hope I didn’t miss anything major lol. Enjoy!
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“Bruuuce,” an irritated whine left his youngest’s throat. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’m twelve— thirteen in like a month! And I used to take care of myself allllll the time,” Jason pointed out, trying to will the old man to look up from his computer.
“We’ve talked about this, Jaylad,” he sighed, closing the laptop. “You shouldn’t have to look after yourself. I know you’re capable, but the manor is quite the estate and you’re used to Alfred helping you out when I’m not around. Don’t think of your brother as a babysitter; he’s just coming to hangout for the weekend.” Bruce took in Jason’s nervous posture and pursed lips. He stood up from the desk and came around to kneel in front of a very fidgety Jason.
“What’s wrong, Jason? You don’t want to stay with Dick? I could arrange—“
“No! No,” Jason sighed, “it’s okay. Dickface isn’t that bad.” He admitted begrudgingly. “It’s just—“
“What?” Bruce urged when he saw hesitation, maybe embarrassment, in Jason’s face.
He groaned, looking anywhere but his guardian. “It’s stupid. You’re gonna- it’s stupid,” he repeated.
“I know you believe that I won’t laugh at you. Whatever it is. It’s not stupid.” He put a hand on Jason’s shoulder.
Biting his lip, and digging a spot into the plush carpet with his sock, he finally softly spoke, “he’s great. He’s a good big brother. The best,” he urged, and Bruce nodded, he often found when he got Jason to finally speak, it was like opening a flood gate. “But sometimes he’s too much. He’s so cheery and touchy and cuddly and— and I just can’t take it sometimes. And then if you say no he pouts and I hate when he does that. And you’re always here to-” where Jason’s words failed him, Bruce’s mind immediately supplied the thought, because I always interfere before Jason has to tell Dick he’s truly at his limit and needs some space. Instead Jason spits out, “well not—he’s just—it’s not like he does it on purpose.” He stammers.
“I understand.” Bruce drops the hand from Jason’s shoulder and instead squeezes his hand. “Dick is an extremely tactile person, when he first came into my life it was baffling to me, I had never in my life held hands with someone- well not since- since before I can barely remember.” Bruce admitted. “It took me a little bit to get used to. It’s not silly to need space sometimes.” He made sure Jason was looking at him. “Do you understand?”
Jason nodded.
“Dick will understand,” Bruce stated and Jason’s eyes went wide. “I’ll speak with him-“
“NO!” Jason paled. “No! You— you can’t say anything to him! He—well I don’t—I know it’s just him.” He finally landed on. “If you say something—“
If you say something he might stop altogether and I don’t want that. Is what Bruce know’s Jason is thinking, but can’t spit out.
“I understand.” Bruce repeats. “Though I am positive Dick wouldn’t take offense. One time the titans taped him to a chair so they could have a few hours of peace.” He winked at Jason.
“Really?!” Wide eyes met his. Bruce nodded.
“Really. And I think I have an idea. I won’t say anything to Dick, and I’ll be too far to play peacemaker,” he admitted. “But how would you like to have a secret weapon?” Jason was practically vibrating with excitement.
Bruce was gone for 65 hours before the secret weapon was deployed.
“Come onnnnn,” Dick whined from where he stood behind the couch. “Don’t you want to do something fun? Like have a pillow fight, or put a whoopie cushion in Bruce’s office? Doesn’t that sound entertaining, Little wing?” Dick poked his shoulder.
“Maybe for a 6 year old.” Jason didn’t look up from his novel. It had a fabric book cover to conceal whatever the little bookworm had chosen. Bruce had purchased a pack of them after he noticed Jason hiding his current read whenever anyone was around, like he expected a criticism.
Of course he’d never gotten one, not from Bruce, Alfred, or Dick, but that didn’t stop the insecurity. Jason had acted like it was no big deal when he’d handed over the assorted colors, but had immediately pulled one over his worn cover of Pride and Prejudice, and another over whichever book he seemed to switch out every few days.
Dick threw his head back against the couch cushions and sighed. “Well I’m bored. We’re supposed to be wreaking havoc, breaking things.” He let his intrusive thoughts take over and did the dangerous thing, poked Jason’s cheek. “Sneaking out,” he kept listing when Jason didn’t bite his finger off, just turn his head and leaned away from Dick. He was clearly trying to ignore him.
When he couldn’t reach his face, Dick jumped over the couch and planted himself firmly on Jason’s middle, ignoring the oof his little brother struggled to breath out.
“Get the hell off me,” Jason was squirming and trying to roll off the couch almost immediately. “Fatass,” he groaned.
Dick didn’t seem to mind, just further settled, making himself both comfortable, and immovable. “I’m b o r e d,” Dick droned on, not even batting an eye as tiny fists collided with his legs and knees. “Entertain me, Jay,” he urged, poking the kids cheek again, this time Jay did try to bite him, but Dick knew it was coming and pulled away in time.
“I’m not a wind up toy, asshole,” Jason gave up fighting, realizing Dick’s weight was going to keep him firmly in place. “Go play-“
“It’s no fun without a second player,” Dick whined and turned down the suggestion before he could even finish.
“Then go work out, or call Kori, or something, just leave me out of it.” Jason glared up at the pout planted on Dick’s face.
“But Jay,” Dick poked his stomach this time and Jason did everything he could not to react. “That’s the whole point! Brother’s weekend!” Another poke and Jason’s fully aware that his mouth twitched, he just hoped Dick hadn’t noticed.
He had.
“Finally! A smile— I haven’t seen one of those since before Alfred left for vacation,” Dick continued poking all around Jason’s stomach, quick and light, the perfect combination to set Jason’s senses on edge.
“Nothing to smile about,” Jason narrowed his eyes and tried to force a frown and grunt to cover any giggles that may try to escape.
Dick raised an eyebrow. “No? Well let me help you out, Little wing,” he winked before latching his hands onto either side of Jason’s ribcage.
“Nohoho!” Jason laughed trying to shove Dick’s hands away. “Please!” Jason tried the polite route. “I ju- just want to read, Dickface!” Well, maybe Jason’s brand of polite, anyway.
“You can read later,” there was still a distinct pout to Dick’s voice, but it seemed to fade with each squeal he earned from the prickly preteen. To emphasize that Jason wouldn’t be going back to his preferred task, Dick picked up the book where it had fallen to Jason’s chest, now halfway between him and the couch cushions, and tossed it gently onto the furthest chair.
Jason watched it fly away with his ever fleeting hope.
With any distractions now gone, Dick focused on going for a full blown tickle attack. “Where to begin,” he readjusted and caught one of Jason’s wrists. “You’ve been slacking in your training, that was waaay too easy.” Dick teased, missing when he tried to grab the other one.
“Have not!” Jason sneered, barring his teeth. “I’m warning you not to! I have a secret weapon!” He wasn’t planning to tell Dick, just to use said weapon if he really had to. But it was day 3 and Jason had endured countless head ruffles, several hugs, and enough tickle attacks to last him a year. Well… maybe not, but his patience was razor thin.
Dick narrowed his eyes for a moment before shrugging, “you’ve got a secret weapon, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. Jason nodded furiously. “Guess I’ll just have to keep you too busy to use it,” he grinned catching Jason’s other wrist and quickly sliding his hands under his knees. Jason was already fighting laughter before, so as soon as Dick’s clawed hand started vibrating into his stomach he was in tatters.
“Stahahap! I- I’m not k-kidding!” Jason threw his head back and forth while Dick wiggled his fingers into his armpit.
“Oh, I believe you, this is an interrogation- tell me what the secret weapon is?!” Dick demanded with a forced sternness.
Jason opened his mouth, to insult his brother, but instead let out a shriek when Dick reached down and dug his thumb into the front of Jason’s hip at the perfect time.
That was the moment he chose to use the secret weapon. Dick was just playing dirty now.
The sensation made Jason jackknife, sitting up as much ad he could and letting out shrill cackles right in Dick’s face.
Any insults or threats died on his lips as Dick dug into his worst spot with expert precision.
“Come on, Jay,” Dick teased. “Tell me what it is?” He moved away from Jason’s hips and started scratching his belly, right below his belly button.
“Y-you’re about to fihihihind out!” He managed to laugh out.
Jason just needed a little bit of air, just for a second, but currently that seemed like an impossible task.
Unless he played dirty too. He did take a nasty hit on patrol four days ago, but his armor had absorbed most of it, and the bruise was almost gone by now.
But Dick was still mostly avoiding the area, so when he brushed up against it the next time Jason sucked in just a little breath and winced away from the touch ever so slightly. He didn’t stop laughing, didn’t complain, that would raise red flags.
Dick immediately stopped his hands, instead placing his palms flat giants Jason sides, as if to appear stern. “Do your ribs hurt? I told you yesterday-“
Jason cut off Dick’s nagging with a nearly glass breaking scream, “CLAAARK! UNCLE CLARK!” Jason screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dick furrowed his brow, confusion washing over him first, then quickly turning into realization. “What? You’re bluffing…” he trailed off and looked around, suddenly on high alert.
“CLA—“ Dick clamped a hand over his mouth with wide eyes.
Dick’s nervous look made it all worth it. Jason wasn’t sure he’d actually be able to do it when it came down to it. He didn’t know Clark as well as Dick did, and he still got a little nervous around him. It was hard not to, he’s Superman, for christ sake! Jason wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or flattered even if Bruce had assured him Clark wouldn’t mind at all. He just hoped that was true.
He tried to drink in the color draining from his brother’s face, and the nervous flutter of his chest, but Dick seemed like he wanted to make the most of his last few moments.
“Little traitor!” He shouted before grabbing both of Jason’s hips and squeezing.
Jason barely had a chance to react before the sensation was gone. He opened his eyes to see Clark grinning, holding Dick by the collar, his tippy toes struggled to find contact with the rug.
“Good to see you boys,” Clark winked at Jason.
“You’re an even bigger traitor!” Dick accused. “You were my Uncle Clark first!” There was that whiney tone again that set Jason’s teeth somewhat on edge.
“And I taught you better than to pick on your little brother!” Clark raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Jason added snootily, very much feeling the power he now held.
“Are you joking!? You used to sit on me and-“ Dick stopped mid sentence, lips clamping shut like he could take back the words.
And then a chuckle, “no, Dickie, go ahead! What was it I used to do?” Clark let Dick’s feet hit the ground, false hope— as he tackled him backwards to the floor, Dick didn’t even have time to counter. “I used to sit on you and tickle you silly to tire you out, just so your dad could have a break and get some work done.”
Clark got comfortable over Dick’s middle, ignoring his fighting hands.
“Jay, would you like a break?”
“Very much so,” he nodded furiously.
“This is a bunch of BS! I’m telling Bruce, you guys can’t team up against me,” Dick whined as Jason picked up his book.
Giving Dick a smug look on his way out, he simply shrugged. “Who do you think came up with the idea?” He tipped his book from his forehead towards Dick as a wave goodbye.
Dick’s face read total betrayal and Clark felt a little bad when Dick started pulling harder to get free.
But not that bad.
“Lucky for Jason, I remember all your spots.” Clark grinned down at him. “I’ll give him plenty of time to catch up on reading.”
“Clark,” Dick whined. “Don’t you think this is a little ridiculous? I mean I’m 18 years o-ohohold!” He started giggling when Clark’s hand found his lowest ribs.
“And yet, you still giggle like you did at 9,” Clark coo’ed.
“Doesn’t Superman have better things to do tonight?” Dick grunted trying to shimmy out from under him, Clark just rolled his eyes and started moving his hands upwards.
“You’d be surprised, what with the 50 odd vigilantes or so in Gotham alone.” He shrugged. “Besides, we haven’t caught up in forever, Dick. Don’t you want to spend some quality time with your Uncle Clark?” The bright, innocent grin spread across the Man of Steel’s cheeks, widening somehow further as he let his fingers start wiggling into Dick’s stomach.
Dick never bothered to try holding his laughter in, unless his little brothers were trying to turn the tables on him, and just like Clark remembered, soft giggles turned to desperate shrieks pretty quickly.
“C-clahahark!” Dick whined, letting him keep his hands was a double edged sword. Sure, he could pull and push and shove at Clark’s all he wanted, Clark’s strength was not to be matched, or even approached.
“Yes?” He asked suddenly diverting just one hand to Dick’s higher ribs, wrapping his fingers around the backs and squeezing between each rib with precision, all while his thumb dug into the front side.
Dick screamed, actually screamed, through his cackles, he scrunched his body to the right, trying to get those fingers to loosen their grip.
Then Clark retreated and went right back to the middle of his tummy. “Ihih-ihiht’s not faAHAHAIR!” He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Clark’s wrist like he’d stop him from moving the hand again.
“Not fair? Not fair like sitting on a 80 pound kid and taking his book from him?” Clark raised an eyebrow, letting his fingers slow down enough that Dick knew he expected a response.
Taking a few deep breathes, he still stuttered out, “but he- I just-“
“Let me guess?” Clark grinned. “You,” he dragged his words out, his hands inching back towards Dick’s ribs. “Were bored?” Dick didn’t even register movement before he felt Clark’s other hand was digging into the other side of his ribs in the same spot. Arching his back to try to squirm away did nothing other than make Clark laugh.
Moving his hands back to Dick’s stomach had him catching his breath, huffing out little laughs here and there.
“You don’t think- h-hey!” He smacked Clark’s hand when it ventured a little to close to his ticklish belly button. Normally Clark would have rewarded that with fingers tasering into the spot, but he relented, back to the middle and let Dick continue. “You don’t think he’s actually mad, do you?” A flash of guilt was clear even through the grin.
Clark smiled. “He’s not mad. I think he’s probably just still a little new to having a big brother. And you bring a lot of energy,” Dick rolled his eyes. “I’m just here to help expel some of that energy.” His words seemed to help, but Dick still glanced towards the door. “If he were really mad, he probably would have actually stormed off and read his book.” Clark said quietly, and shot Dick a wink. “He’s been sitting outside listening to you earn your payback.” He grinned, poking a little harder now that his point was made. “Jason adores you, Dick.”
That brought another blush to his cheeks, a more shy, delicate pink that Clark could tell meant he felt the same way about the preteen.
“M-mahahaybe! But he’s ahaha- he’s a little grump!” Dick grinned, all of the worry he held washed away with Clark’s assuring words.
It wasn’t lost on either of them that Clark was repeating history in more ways than one. Whenever Clark was deployed when Dick was little, he’d keep his fingers constantly moving around Dick’s stomach when he wasn’t tickling somewhere else.
The mission was truly to tire out an unruly little acrobat, and Clark had no qualms about keeping his nerves and brain in constant red alert for maximum effect.
It was no different now. Dick might actually, somehow, have more energy than 9 year old him possessed, and Clark was just as determined.
Dick’s eyes were open now, Clark let him take in a few giggly breathes as he moved back to Dick’s stomach.
“A grump, huh?” Clark raised an eyebrow. “And you wouldn’t know anything about that?”
“What!? I wasn’t a grump!” He could quite muster up a pout with the constantly tickling fingers.
“No?” Clark mused. “I seem to remember a little grumpy acrobat running around this place, not too long ago.” Clark’s tone was always lighter, musher, than Bruce’s was, and it always made Dick a giddy mess.
Clark shifted himself to pinch Dick’s knee, his hand large enough that he could squeeze into Dick’s thigh as well.
“NOHOHOHO!” Clark felt him grabbing at his tshirt, pulling at fistfuls of fabric. “I w-was not!” He shoved even while holding onto Clark.
Clark scoffed as Dick tried to knee him in the back. “You absolutely were!” He grabbed Dick’s leg though, right above his knee and rapidly pinched away. “You used to hiss! And not just at me!”
Dick’s laughter grew frantic and shaky, both at Clark’s still pinching fingers, and the memory of himself, much younger, about Jason’s size, hissing at Clark and Hal Jordan from under Batman’s cape.
He had Hal convinced he was part cat for several years.
Bruce did nothing to dispel the rumor, just let Dick continue hissing away.
“Did not!” Dick said anyways. But his resolve (if you could call it that by this point) was breaking down by the second.
Clark stopped, turning back to face forward and level Dick with a look. “You know I have a near-perfect memory, brat.”
“Key word,” Dick panted, “‘near’.”
Clark realized he’d stopped tickling altogether, even on Dick’s stomach. Perhaps that’s how he built up The Audacity.
Clark narrowed his eyes and Dick seemed to realize his mistake.
“Wait- Clark hold on,” he sputtered out, removing his hands from the shirt to push them against the rug, trying to pry himself free.
Clark had to admire the effort, especially since they both knew he wouldn’t be moving until Clark allowed him to.
“Are you calling me a liar, Dickie?” Clark was deliberately talking with his hands to keep Dick completely on edge, his eyes darting wherever they gestured.
“No! No I would never!” He shook his head violently, pleading eyes looking up at Clark.
“You just did! I think that makes YOU a liar!” He grabbed at Dick’s hips, squeezing like he had his ribcage.
“NA-“ Dick’s laughter quickly went silent, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, panicked giddy breathes the only sound coming from him as he pushed against Clark’s knees.
“Are you gonna take it back?”
“YE-“ As he started to answer Clark started squeezing again, effectively choking off his answer. A desperate, “cLARk!” Instead.
“I need an answer, kiddo? That didn’t sound like an answer to me?”
“YES!” He spat out. “YES!” Again. “I take it back!”
Satisfied, moving his hands back to Dick’s stomach.
“One more answer from you?” Clark mused.
Dick gave a half nod, barely able to comprehend that it was a question directed at him.
“Who’s more ticklish? You or Jason?” Clark grinned at Dick’s immediate groan. “And remember, I know if you’re lyyying!” He sang, fingers dancing away on Dick’s tummy all the while.
Of course, Dick giggled out, “Jaybird! For sure!”
“Hmm,” Clark mused. “Jason, what do you think of that?” At his words, Dick lifted his head up off the ground and saw his little brother peeking around the doorframe.
He looked surprised to be pointed out, even though he had to know you can’t sneak up on Clark Kent. Dick Grayson’s laughter filling his ears or not.
“Big. Fat. Liar.” He crossed his arms, but kept his distance.
“I think you’re right,” Clark’s hands were back squeezing his hips.
Jason ventured closer as Dick’s laugh grew viciously higher in pitch and density, until he was peering over Clark’s shoulder at Dick’s face, screwed up into a twisted grin, his eyes forced shut so hard Jason could see crow’s feet digging lines almost to Dick’s hairline.
If Dick could have, he would have seen a slightly smug, ridiculously bright and toothy grin staring back at him.
“Think he’s had enough?” Clark glanced over his shoulder at Jason, he let all the pressure of his hands go but kept them in place as Dick deflated below him.
“Hmmm,” he put a finger and thumb to his chin to sell his pondering. “Yeah, I guess Goldie looks pretty worn out.” A nonchalant shrug.
“Alright.” He gave one last squeeze to each of Dick’s hips, one right after the other, before getting himself to his feet and ruffling Jason’s hair. “Mission complete, Robin.” Clark understood Dick’s urge to poke at his little brother, Clark found himself unclenching his jaw in what could only be described as cuteness aggression when Jason started shyly batting his hands away.
Meanwhile Dick rolled over on his stomach, his instinct to protect the now overly sensitized spot taking over all other thoughts. His breathing slowly started to even out before curling up like a shrimp on his side and glaring up at them.
“I stand by what I said. So not fair.” He groaned.
“Is too!” Jason immediately frowned, the cheeky grin he was giving Clark giving way on sibling instinct.
“Nu uh.”
“Yeah huh.”
“Nu uh.”
Clark saw this debate lasting entirely too long, so he scooped Jason up below the knees, making him fold over his shoulder.
“Hey!”
And then he reached down to grab Dick by an ankle.
“Woah!” The acrobat was just getting used to having oxygen to his brain, now Clark cut off the blood flow as well.
“Come on. Uncle Clark is visiting!” He cheered. “No fighting!” They both realized he was walking, heading somewhere further into the Manor.
Dick sucked in an irritate breath. “But you just-“
“Quiet, you.” Joking of course, Clark jostled him a bit for maximum effect, which earned a laugh from Jason. “Alright, I know where Penny One keeps the theater snacks, but I have no idea how to work your Dad’s fancy tv. So if we’re gonna have a movie night-“
“You’re staying?” Jason’s giddy voice was a happy interruption.
“Of course I’m staying?” He feigned shock. “How could I come all this way to see my favorite Robins’ and turn right back around?” He dumped Jason on the couch with a little ‘oof,’ and then lowered Dick until he was sprawled out over the ottoman.
“B comes back tomorrow, maybe we could all get breakfast?” Dick shrugged happy to lay where he landed. Clark started digging snacks out of the cabinet in the movie room and threw the remote to Jason, who gave a quick glance to Dick like he might tackle him for it, before excitedly clicking through titles.
Clark took slight offense to that, he took his mission seriously. There would be no energy for roughhousing tonight. Not when Dick felt like his legs were spaghetti noodles plastered to the soft material below him.
“Well we definitely can’t let him cook for us,” Clark agreed, tossing snacks over his head now.
Dick snorted in agreement, but a thought came to him. “Actually Jay’s a pretty good little chef,” Dick tipped his chin up and his forehead down to glance at Jason.
Jason who was once again looking incredibly shy for a usually brash kid, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.
“Oh yeah?” Clark smiled warmly, crossing the living room. “Well I’m not so bad myself. I could be your sous chef?” He plopped down next to the kid, bouncing him hard enough that he fell right into Clark’s side. He dropped his arm before Jason had anytime to over think it. Jason relaxed into the cushions and soft, now wrinkled fabric of Clark’s tshirt.
Clark glanced over to Dick who was gazing up at the theater screen, “you coming up?” He raised his unoccupied arm when Dick sleepily turned to face him.
He sighed before scooted dramatically from the footrest to the couch and dropping his head in Clark’s lap.
“Just like old times.” The older man’s hand landed in tangled curls and began to methodically work them out.
As he sat there watching a shitty horror movie he was sure Jason probably wasn’t supposed to watch, no matter how many times the boys assured him it was okay, two realizations hit him.
Well one, then the other naturally followed.
One, he was now the only hero still awake.
Two, Bruce was going to be soo jealous tomorrow.
Growing Out of it
First fic on the new blog :)
Lee! Tim, Lee! Dick / Ler!Dick, Ler! Bruce.
Summary: set a little while after Tim joins Bruce. Dick’s usual antics lead to a notable discovery for all three of them. around 1.9k
Notes: This is the first in a series of fics I’ve been working on where Bruce or the family find out each kid is ticklish! Next up will be Jaybin
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Tim was where he usually was at 2 in the morning if he wasn’t out patrolling… sitting in front of the bat computer staring at the screen and clicking through files he wasn’t even assigned to.
Bruce was also not patrolling, due to a nasty hit he’d taken for Duke. He was 80% healed and 100% ready to go back out in his own mind. Alfred disagreed.
So inside he sat.
Dick was also benched, but his lockup was due to illness, not injury. Two weeks ago, Damian had come home with the flu and promptly passed it off to Steph and Dick. Steph had made a miraculous recovery after a day or two, sighting ‘girls rule and boys drool’ as her official reasoning to Dick when he was still coughing and hacking while her throat cleared up and fever fell away.
He was probably 85% back to normal and had similar feelings to Bruce about staying inside. Alfred disagreed.
So inside he… bounced around.
“Chum,” Bruce sounded exasperated. “Why don’t you go help Alfred-“
“He already kicked me out. Said to come see what you were doing.” Dick poked Bruce in the thigh with his toe again.
“Well I’m working.” Tim was barely listening, if not actively trying to tune them out. He was focused, and he didn’t want Dick coming over and bothering him next.
It wasn’t that Tim didn’t like his pseudo brother. In fact he loved when Dick was around, but he wasn’t exactly used to being a sibling. Or any family dynamics for that matter, so when Dick started ruffling his hair and pulling him into a side hug whenever Tim was in range, it took some getting used to.
A yelp followed by some shuffling pulled Tim from his thoughts. He glanced over to see both men now on their feet, Dick had his hands out in front of him in a placating gesture, but Tim could see the mischievous grin planted across his face.
“You play with fire,” Bruce was wearing a smile of his own, “you get brunt,” he lunged forward and quickly got past Dick’s defenses, which Tim noted were admonish-ably weak.
“B!” A giddy shriek left Dick’s mouth as Bruce shuffled around. Tim couldn’t see exactly what was happening, since there were tables, cabinets and feet and feet of distance between him and them.
A shriek of laughter ripped from Dick’s throat. He could tell Dick wasn’t actually scared or hurt, but he had no clue what Bruce was doing to make Dick laugh quite so hard.
“You ahah-asshole!” And suddenly Dick was free, twisting just the right way to slide out of Bruce’s already lax grip. He chose to sprint directly to Tim, and promptly hide behind him and the bat-computer chair.
He gripped the back of it above Tim’s shoulders, angling it so Tim was facing Bruce instead. Bruce who was very slowing making his was over to them.
“Don’t let him attack me Tim! He’s cruel- he’s evil! He’s Batman for Christ’s sake, it’s not fair!” Dick whined.
“How’s he attacking you?” Tim furrowed an eyebrow. “What’s not fair?” Some kind of training he hadn’t had to do yet?
Bruce finally stood in front of Tim, a soft edge to his usual intimidating gaze. “It seems Dick is still scared of the tickle monster.” Softness turned to snark very quickly.
“The tick- you’re still ticklish?” Tim tilted his head against the back of the chair and glanced up at Dick inquisitively.
Dick, who sputtered at the question. “Of course I’m still- do you think-“ his sudden silence had Tim looking at Bruce instead. It was clear they were having a conversation with their eyes, and Tim hated when they did that cause he always felt incredibly left out, and a bit like he was a failure for not being able to read all 87 of Batman’s eye twitches and lip quirks yet. Soon.
“Tim,” Bruce spoke this time. “You grew out of being ticklish?” He asked, and Tim felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He wasn’t even sure why, but a little pool of energy built in his stomach as he felt his cheeks go red.
“I mean, doesn’t everyone? I thought it was just a little kid thing.” He looked back up at Dick, he wasn’t expecting Dick to be staring down at him with a look he couldn’t quite place. “No offense.” But Tim definitely felt like he was in the hot seat all the sudden, he quickly tucked his head back down and found a lovely spot on the floor to stare at.
“None taken Timmy,” Dick grinned. “But do you mind if I test your theory? See if I really am just a big kid?”
“I don’t know,” he nervously glanced at the computer. “Maybe now’s not the best time-“
“It’s important we know things like this, Tim. It could make a difference in the field.” Bruce added.
“What difference?” Tim scrunched up his face. “It’s not like-“
“Oh come on, Bruce just let me do it already?” Dick whined, Bruce gave him a wink and Tim started convulsing.
He was being electrocuted, he was sure of it. An unspeakable number of voltage was going through his sides, his ribs, he let out a strangled yelp and then immediately started cackling like a maniac, scrambling to push back in his seat, like that would do anything.
“You might be a bit more sensitive than you realize, lad.” Bruce openly grinned at him.
Dick let go of Tim’s sides and rested them on his shoulders, giving Tim some reprieve.
Tim who was red from head to toe, and frazzled as all hell.
“But I don’t- I thought- there’s no way!” He huffed, feeling ridiculously embarrassed and out of the loop.
“I think I just proved there is,” Dick grinned, this time when his hand pinched Tim’s neck, he actually had the instinct to jump out of his seat.
Straight into Bruce’s arms. Bruce managed to catch Tim as he slammed into him, shoulders scrunched up to his ears. He remained pressed into Bruce’s abdomen, not moving.
“Tim?” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to come out?” He patted his back.
They received a muffled “no.”
“Then I’m coming in,” Dick’s grin was evident even if Tim couldn’t see his face.
“No!” Tim tried to press further into Bruce’s sweatshirt. He felt fingers poking gently into his sides again and his knees immediately turned to jelly. He didn’t understand- his parents had told him ages ago that it was childish and silly to giggle and play like this. Why would Batman and Nightwing be acting so childish?
“Woah!” Dick’s hands went down with Tim, scooping him up under the armpits and lifting him to chest height like a kitten dangling from his hands. He realized he was allowing himself to enjoy the contact, the playfulness, the fun of it all. Even if it meant he had zero control for a few minutes, maybe that’s what his brain was craving.
His body was not on that train of thought yet. “Put me down! Dick- nohoho,” Tim squeaked out, unable to stop himself from squirming, but Dick wiggling his fingers where they held Tim certainly sent him back into giggles. His legs twitched uselessly below him, unable to gain the strength to pull them up or kick. “B- Bruce, you gotta-ah! ohmygodmakehimstop!” His voice was embarrassingly high pitched in his own ears, somehow worsening his crimson blush.
Above him Bruce and Dick were having one of those silent conversation Tim hated so much, but Tim was far too occupied to ever know he missed out on this one.
Dick was looking at Bruce with a pout, a pout that said, ‘I’m not letting this go, and neither should you.’ He let Tim’s feet hit the ground and support some of his own weight, moving one of his hands to clawing his fingers all around his little brother’s stomach. Tim’s laughter turning hiccupy and breathless. His hands uselessly grabbed onto Dick’s wrists, simply along for the ride.
As tempted as he was to join in, Bruce could tell Tim was starting to become overwhelmed, after all; he was new to this. So he responded with an eye brow to of course convey, ‘that’s enough. For now.’
“You know Tim, I really think we should put this down in your new training regimen. Seems it could be a serious weakness?” At Bruce’s words Dick stopped his hands again.
Tim’s head was underwater, or at least it felt that way, so it took him a moment to shake back to reality. The gravity of Bruce’s words hitting him. Dick still held him in place. “Wait- what? Training? But- but Dick is ticklish? Shouldn’t he be training too then?” His eyes widened at the thought of having to go through this mortifying ordeal multiple times a week.
At Tim’s words, suddenly Bruce remembered what started this whole ordeal; Dick was bored. And Bruce never left a job unfinished.
“You’re right,” He agreed. Dick scoffed at him, but his hold on Tim was slowly loosening. “In fact, why don’t I show you what your training might look like,” Tim went wide eyed further but when he looked up, Bruce wasn’t reaching for him. Instead his hands closed around Dick’s quickly retreating wrist.
“Nohoho! B- wait! Timmy is right here, practically begging-“
“Hey!” Tim huffed sticking his leg out to trip Dick’s backwards retreat.
Bruce descended, making sure his eldest didn’t smack his head against the concrete floors as they landed.
He managed to glowered at Tim for a moment before his grin cracked through, “Y-you’re sohoho gonna get it for that!” Dick laughed fighting off Bruce’s hands.
Hands that were moving lightning fast all around his torso, tazering into a different spot each time. “Bruhuce!” Dick squirmed, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Don’t think I forgot who started this,” Bruce winked.
Bruce’s training seemed ridiculously thorough, but Tim could practically see Dick’s giddy energy leaking out of him as he giggled and laughed at Bruce’s dramatics.
Until a particular poke to Dick’s knees sent him into a cackling fit, which turned into him hacking up a lung. Bruce immediately was off of him and patting him on the back. Clearly feeling a little guilty.
“Deep breathes, chum.” Bruce urged.
Tim went in search of a water bottle on the other side of the room. He could hear Dick’s mix of coughing and residual laughter the whole time, finally coming to an end as Tim hands over the bottle.
“Thanks, Timmy.” Dick takes a few deep breathes, he’s red in the face and his hairs a mess but he’s grinning from ear to ear. “I guess Alf really does know best, huh?” He sighed before taking a few swigs.
“He’d have both our heads for roughhousing while sick and injured.” Bruce agreed.
“It’s just been soooo boring,” already back to whining.
Bruce couldn’t argue, “so you’ve said,” he chuckled. He did have a thought however, “alright, let’s go put on a movie. A temporary cure for tonight’s boredom. You can resume badgering Alfred about bed rest in the morning.” He got to his feet and offered a hand to his eldest. “I think it’s, Tim’s turn to pick?” It wasn’t, but no one questioned him anyways.
Tim found himself curled up under a blanket between Bruce and Dick, watching Blade Runner for the 7th time, the 1st time surrounded by his family.
First of ALL... MOODY MADE A BLOG, I REPEAT MOODY MADE A BLOG!!!!
This is ridiculously adorable and I've been really getting into Batfam fanfics. <3
Prepare for me to reblog loads of adorableeeee fics.
Ohohohoho, so I finished Hazbin Hotel S2.
WHY AT THE LAST EPISODE DURING THE VOICEMAIL TO HER MOM DOES CHARLIE MENTION THAT ALASTOR IS BACK AND HAS FOUND SOMETHING ELSE TO KEEP HIM ENTERTAINED AT THE HOTEL AND ALASTORS EVIL GRINNING SHADOW LOOMS OVER LUCIFER BEFORE LUCIFER DISAPPEARS IN FLAMES WITH A NERVOUS GRIN AFTER BEING TICKLED FROM VOX'S WEAPON WHEN THE WEAPON USED HIS ANGELIC POWER TO ATTACK HEAVEN?
I am getting the vibe Alastor knows Lucifer's secret from being held captive by Vox at the same time of Lucifer's capture and that is the form of Alastor's entertainment he is seeking. After all Lucifer mentions he is ticklish and that it's a "bad tickle" implying there to be a "good tickle." So this could be a way for Lucifer and Alastor to bond or gives Alastor leverage in his rivalry against Lucifer to exploit his ticklishness since in a way, it also generates power.
Does anyone else think we will be blessed with more ticklish!Lucifer in season three? 😭😭😭 (God I hope so).
- Alastor's new entertainment - 🎙️🦌
The last two episodes gave me so many emotions and some interesting informations that I couldn't do anything about it, right?! 😏
Fanart based on a fan fic I've read recently - The Rivalry Continues - by @thematchmaker22
I thought these guys needed some fluff and comfort after Vox's events and since no one is checking on them, then they will eventually checking on eachother! 📻🍎
THIS IS SO PERFECT WHAT THE HELL 😍
Omg this is absolutely amazing! I love it!!!! This is absolutely Canon, I am certain of it. ❤️🫶✨️🫶❤️✨️
Power Source || 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic
Summary: Vox needs a power source for his weapon against Heaven. Luckily for him, the king of Hell is as gullible as he is powerful, and a little bird told him exactly how he can extract said power.
Warnings: Adult language, mentions of violence, brief innuendos, dubcon, and spoilers for Hazbin Hotel season 2 episodes 5 and 6.
Word Count: 2,922 words.
Maybe You Just Need More Convincing
Adam gets his everloving shit wrecked from some of the Hotel Staff in order to convince him sinners really can be redeemed. Charlie also recruits Lucifer to give them a hand, in more ways than one.
Warnings for foul language, some violence, suggestive humor (nothing extreme, just some totally in chatacter comments), my shitty grammar/punctuation, and lots of fluff/tickles. I hope you enjoy!! :3
It was no secret that Adam was heaven (and hell's) resident douchebag. He was stuck up, conceited, and completely self-centered. He had no real intentions of giving Hazbin Hotel a shot. He hadn't even shown up in person to the meeting in which was arranged originally between himself and Lucifer. And after Lucifer's daughter had stood in Lucifer's place at that meeting, well, Adam just couldn't take anything the princess of hell had to say seriously.
Charlie Morningstar was less than pleased to discover that the angels were going to be on a new six month extermination schedule. How was that even fair? It was so frustrating that Adam had flat out refused to listen to reason or even take Charlie's pitch of redemption even halfway seriously. He spent most of their allotted meeting time making sexist comments, talking about himself, interrupting anything Charlie had to say, and eating his pile of ribs in the most obnoxious and rude way possible.
Charlie had to think of a way to truly convince the head angel to call off the extermination and redeem those who were taking their path to redemption through the hotel seriously. But no song, no dramatic speech, no amount of begging or pleading could convince the dickhead that her Hotel would ever actually work.
Reblogging this fic since ticklish!Lucifer is cannon now. <333 I knew before we knew. 👀👀
hello guys!! here's a smiling friends fic for any smiling friends fans out there! there's more to come but for now i hope you enjoy :)
Workplace Training
Lee Pim / Ler Charlie
Word Count: 1,149
Charlie gets bored while trying to complete his mandatory workplace training with Pim. One of the questions on the quiz gives Charlie an idea to cure his boredom.
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“Oh! I know this one!” Pim Pimling happily exclaimed, clicking something on the work computer. The screen turned green, illuminating his pink face in the dim lighting of the Smiling Friends training room. “Yes! Another one right!”
“God, this is taking forever,” Charlie Dompler, Pim’s coworker and close friend, groaned.
They had been in there for about an hour now. The two were tasked with finishing their annual Smiling Friends Workplace training, which consisted of watching a few videos and taking some quizzes. Charlie forgot how boring training was. There was barely any service in the training room so he couldn’t even play Clash Royale as the videos played. At least he had his good buddy Pim with him for company. “How many freaking questions are left, Pim?”
SMILING FRIEND TICKLE FIC AND IT’S WITH TICKLISH PIM AND LER CHARLIE??!! 😭💖
Ahhhhh! This is ADORABLE!
Squealing Santa 2k23: All the Maybes in the World
Fandom: Peacemaker (DCEU)
Characters: Peacemaker (Christopher Smith), Vigilante (Adrian Chase)
A/N: Happy Holidays, @fluffy-lee-boa! It has been a hot minute since I've actually watched the show or seen Suicide Squad, but I sure did try my best. Peacemaker is a comfort character of mine, I love him to death, and I just want him to be happy.
Tried my best to take inspiration from your prompt: "Maybe Character A discovering he’s ticklish for the first time and wanting to bond with the Character B so they ask about it."
Thank you @squealing-santa for your organization and hosting another year of this fantastic tradition!
It's been a pleasure being able to provide you with your 2023 Squealing Santa fic!
"Is it bad?"
"No."
"Is it good?"
"If it wasn't bad, wouldn't you then assume it was automatically the opposite?"
"Is it cancer?"
"Adrian, what the fuck."
Christopher Smith pinched his temple between two fingers, letting out a very drawn-out sigh. When he came to his friend about his... well... discovery, let's put it, he had no idea how dense Adrian would be nor how difficult it was for him to actually explain himself.
"Well, you're not giving me the best clues, you know. You can make this clearer and stop beating around the bush if you just admitted you loved me," Adrian said in his oh-so-oblivious yet sincere way, pushing his glasses further up his face. This admission gave Christopher another reason to groan, this time into both hands that now shrouded his face.
"That's-That's not it, Adrian."
"Yeah, okay," Adrian scoffed.
Christopher finally looked up from his dejected position and furrowed his brow. Just come clean. Why was it so hard? He wanted to talk about it in the first place and now that the moment was here, he was too fucking embarrassed.
"Em did something to me that no one's done in a really, really long time and it was... surprising? It just--"
"Who's Em?"
Christopher turned his head to look at Adrian and gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing the nickname had been pretty new to him and her, "Emilia, sorry."
"Who's Emilia?"
Benefit fucking obliterated.
"E-Emilia. You've worked with her for the past month."
"I have?"
"Harcourt--"
"Oh! Why didn't you just say so! Jesus, dude, here I am thinking Emilia was Eagly's other name or something."
Christopher was just about ready to walk out of his own goddamn trailer.
LEE!ADRIAN CHASE HEADCANONS
lemme talk about him heeheh >:)
adrian's worst spots are his neck, ribs, & feet,,, but honest to god he's the type to be ticklish quite literally everywhere. there's like... one spot (his biceps???) that just isn't ticklish at all and it's baffling?? but yeah, truly any other spot can at least get him wigglin
he thinks tickling's like,, so fun. would he admit it while he's getting wrecked?? hell no. but he's definitely mentioned it once or twice after a drink too many. and it shows when he stretches obnoxiously around the team or drapes himself over them yk
he's a SCREAMER. like a few lil pokes to his side, he's screaming for his life and then will deny it even happened in the same breath . like he's so dramatic
chris loves telling everyone he possibly can how ticklish adrian is and watching him go SO RED and get SO defensive
he can't handle being looked at while he's getting wrecked,,, he'll try everything to hide his face. he'll bury it in his hands, his arms, the couch, the ler's chest?? anything. and it flusters him to no end when the ler prevents that from happening. a chin tilt?? pulling his hands away?? it's over . it's just ,, so fucking bad when the rest of the 11th street kids are just,, standing around n watching
his sounds are endlessly entertaining. like he gigglesnorts, he SHRIEKS, he squeaks, he cackles, he's a total potty mouth, he does it all fr . leota loves to count his snorts too
NOTHING gets him quite as wrecked as chris tickling him... chris' size and strength??? chris' teases?? the fact that he literally idolizes peacemaker? it's all just . too much . and chris knows that and takes advantage
sometimes he'll blush so hard that his glasses fog up :')
and he KICKS ,, like so fast. like he can kick fast enough that he could like fly or swim away from the tickles ... never works . again,, SO SO dramatic
his worst spots within his worst spots?? the sides of his neck (especially quick lil pokes there he actually will crumple), the spot where his ribs meet his sides, and the tops (and heels??) of his feet (and he's so fucking flustered about the tops being so ticklish bc "WHO TF IS TICKLISH THERE THAT'S NOT EVEN A REAL SPOT" his words, not mine,, i'm not projecting)
he not only gets tickled stupid, he gets tickled... ticklish? like if he gets wrecked long or hard enough, every hovering finger will have him practically jumping through the ceiling. he gets so jumpy and like hypersensitive and everyone thinks it's hilarious and adorable
i love him i love him i love him pls talk to me about peacemaker <3
I love thissssss! Adrian cannot handle any sort of anticipation. He is such an adorable, squirmy bean and we love it. I love the idea that Chris wrecks him and doesn't keep his weaknesses a secret either! He is precious and we love him!!!
giggle-ante.
fandom: peacemaker characters: lee!adrian, lers!chris & leota summary: the team discovers adrian’s painfully ticklish secret during a late-night safehouse debate, and giggle-ante is born. word count: 834
the safehouse was too quiet, which almost always meant somebody was about to say something stupid. and tonight, admittedly like most nights, it was adrian. "man, i could totally take batman," he announced over the news, image of the black-masked hero on the tv, leaning forward like he was ready to argue with it.
Brb I'm gonna explode. This is the cutest thing ever! His reactions! Everyone's teasing! Giggle-ante is such a perfect term of endearment for him. (And Batman, if given the knowledge, would definitely defeat this man with tickles).