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Nightwing & Red Hood doodle
[after Duke comes home from sneaking out]
Bruce: Where were you?
Duke: Bathroom.
Bruce: For four hours?
Duke: When you gotta go...
bruce is a tired dad
Jason: It will definitely work, trust
Tony Stark, reborn as the son of the Bat.
Getting reborn into another universe was not the most absurd thing that has ever happened to Tony Stark. It wasnât like he was downplaying it; the event was probably up there in the Top 15 craziest things that have ever happened to him. It just wasnât that crazy considering everything else he has been through. Weirdly his name didnât change that much in the jump between universes. Anthony Thomas Stark was close enough to the original, that Tony didnât really mind that much.
Born to a single mother named Selina Stark⌠except that was apparently not her real name but an alias. Her real name had been Selina Kyle, she apparently had a falling out with Tonyâs father, only to find out later that she was pregnant and decided to raise the child in secret by herself. All because she didnât want Tony to end up like his father or something. Selina Kyle told Tony all of this while being high off anesthetic as Tony stitched up the three bullet wounds in her stomach.
Because Tony had woken up one night to find his mother bleeding on the floor of their apartment, having been shot three times by an overzealous museum security guard while trying to burglar said museum.
At first, newly seven-year-old Tony panicked. He panicked a lot, reaching never before seen levels of panic. Shaving off a few years of his newly gotten life type of panic. But then Tony had gotten his shit together and immediately began stemming the bleeding and trauma work. The newly washed carpets of their apartment were probably not the best place to work on saving his dying mother, but Tony didnât really have much of a choice.
Once she was somewhat stable, Tony calmed from his panic somewhat and remembered he had built a mini Iron(child?)man in the closet of his room. It came in handy as Tony had it carry his mother to her bed, as he put on a voice changer to order more medical supplies to their apartment.
Being born with O negative blood proved very useful, though being only seven years old meant that Tony couldnât really give Selina much of a transfusion. But it would have to be enough. And thank Thor, if he even existed in this universe, it was just enough.
Creating a health monitoring system out of scratch in a few hours was probably not Tonyâs best work. Most of the materials were cannibalized from the mini-Ironman suitâs bio monitor and it was a rushed panicked job as Tony wanted to do something to tell him that his new mom was going to be okay. It was only when the first data on the monitor appeared, when Tony saw the expected brain activity and pulse, did he finally come down from his panic.
Everything was fine. No, it wasnât, but it will be. The threat was gone, he needed to think about the next steps, make a plan for what would come next. And then he broke down. Instead of thinking about the future, Tony spent the rest of the night crying by his motherâs side. Which was great. It was just fine. Yeah, just one mini breakdown was fine. So, he could get it out of the way and not break down when he actually needed to do things.
Then one of the silent alarms on the roof triggered, and Tony did what Stark men did best. He got his shit together and put on the mini-Ironman suit. It had been cannibalized for parts not a few hours earlier, and it was pretty much just extra muscle and protection at this point. But that didnât really matter. Putting on a large sweater and cargo pants over the suit for plausible deniability in the future, since apparently secret identities were a bigger thing here than back home, Tony grabbed the shotgun he had hidden from his mother in the attic. Since apparently seven-year-olds couldnât own any guns. Dumb but whatever.
And thatâs how Tony first met Batman, by pointing a ten gauge- 775 bore shotgun (that was more of a cannon due to the armor piercing round Tony had made for it) at him. It was not a happy first meeting.
First post on here, I don't know what I'm doing. From a prompt my sister gave me. Please be nice, because I will cry if your mean.
Batman trying to visit Catwoman:
A seven year old Tony with a shotgun: Allow me to introduce myself
So I should probably just say something.
Hi!đ
Is that enough? Am I tumblr famous now? Can you even get famous off of tumblr?
Well anyway, I'm gonna be using this account to basically post a personal pet project/hobby where I rewrite the DC Comics to my liking! Basically I want to do what Roysovitch did with Earth-27.
So yeah, so I hope someone sees this and thinks it's interesting!
hello, Iâm new here too. We can be new together
Bruce: We call that a âtraumatic experience.â
Bruce, to Dick: Not a âbruh moment.â
Bruce, to Jason: Not âit is what it is.â
Bruce, to Damian: Not an 'average Tuesday'
Bruce, to Tim: And DEFINITELY not âoof LMAO.â