Bruce uses his kids' birthdays as passcodes because there are just so fucking many of them that it's not a security risk

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Bruce uses his kids' birthdays as passcodes because there are just so fucking many of them that it's not a security risk
*Dick crashes out while on patrol and beats someone within an inch of their life*
Bruce: Dick might be a little bit fragile after last night, so letās try to be sensitive.
Jason: Oh, believe me- I am going to be nothing but nice to Dick from now on. If he snaps and goes on a rampage, who do you think heās coming for first?
Bruce: Heās not going on a rampage.
Tim: I bet heād let me live. He likes me.
Damian: Iām just gonna say it. I never trusted him.
Dick Grayson is a minor inconvenience and a mild gust of wind away from crashing the fuck out, and thatās the biggest and truest reason he gives Eldest Daughter Syndrome. Seems put-together, seems like heās got it right, holds the family together as best he canābut his relationships are suffering under the weight of responsibility heās taken on and had put on him. His personal life is a dumpster fire. He needs a good cry to let out the frustration, but instead he puts on a smile and keeps going. He has his outlets, but theyāre just ways to let off enough pressure that he doesnāt explode or go nuclear and by God, let there be a day you say the wrong thing. Let there be a moment for consequences to be off the table. His self-control is on a level Bruce canāt even understand because girl (gender neutral). The amount of discipline it takes for Dick to keep smiling and pun-ing instead of breaking his fists on peopleās faces is superhuman.
And the worst part? Jasonās the only sibling who really knows whatās simmering just beneath surface. And nobody else believes him when he says that the real Dick Grayson, under the acrobatics and gaudy fashion sense, is a D1, professional, Avengers Level Threat crash-out. Donāt call Batman when shit gets heavyāno, Superman canāt help us either. Call God and tell him youāre on your way because his strongest soldier just broke and now weāre all gonna die. This whole living thing was chill and all, but Dick done lost it and I guess weāre all going home to glory š¤·š¾āāļø
Jason and Tim thought it would be funny to trick Bruce and Dick into seeing a couples therapist under the guise of it being family therapy but it worked weirdly well and now itās super awkward because every time Dick talks about how much Bruceās fathering attempts with him are improving because of the therapist they both have to hold their breath and try not to say that the therapist thinks theyāre a gay couple and actually this is only really proving that Dick and Bruceās relationship is way more fucked up than they thought-
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Dick: itās actually been going really well, iāve felt way more respected and cared for as a person rather than just an asset
Bruce: the weekly bonding time was a good idea, i feel much more connected to him.
Therapist: thatās great! now that youāre both building trust again, you can start to see the blessings of your relationship outside of just working in the same field. has there been any noticeable improvements in the energy of the bedroom department?
Bruce:
Bruce, abruptly remembering that Jason and Tim picked this therapist and Jason and Tim are assholes: what.
Dick, oblivious: well heās stopped coming into my room without knocking? if thatās what you mean?
Dick: and thereās no security cameras anymore which is a plus-
Bruce, sinking down in his chair: for the love of god Dick shut up.
Therapist: now now, this is a safe space. itās perfectly normal for people to engage in videotaping of sexual moments, but if Dick felt uncomfortable with that then his wishes should be respected.
Bruce:
Dick:
Dick: hold on. what now?
Jason and Tim in the vents, rapidly scrambling away: ABORT ABORT
In a universe where Damian was raised by Bruce since birth and never was told his siblings were adopted
Damian, age 12 helping unpacking things at Dicks new apartment: whos that?
Dick: Who?
Damian: That guy in the photo with you
Dick:
Dick: you mean- my dad? I never showed my parents to you?
Damian: there is no way thats our dad
Dick: our? Damian you- you know Iām adopted right?
Damian:
Dick:
Dick: we are all adopted, Damian.
Damian:
Damian: Even Cass?
Dick: you were there at her adoption.
Damian: Iām twelve! Probably didnāt payed attention to it.
Dick: you never asked yourself why do we donāt call Bruce ādadā?
Damian: I thought it was some petty teenager thing!
Dick: IāM 26!
Damian:
Damian: is Tim adopted?
Dick: yes?
Damian: knew it.
Shameless self-plug of my own fic
TITLE: Someday Iām Gonna be Somebody People Want
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62990209/chapters/161313748
Summary: Jason Todd grew up with a fundamental fear of being seen. Not in the sense of shyness, but in the sense of shame. He supposed, if he wished to contemplate the fearās origins, he might start where most tragedies do:
The house he grew up in.
Where the act of wanting was as good as a death sentence to that desire.
He supposed he might even make an argument for the statement āpeople become what they are calledā. He thinks that might have some merit, looking back.
What he fears most, (like most other people), is how obvious it is to others. The fear itself.
He wonders if they can see it.
or
Thanks to a rogue meta, the batfam gets to watch Jason's memories like a movie; and Jason just really wants a family again. But you cannot be loved if you aren't known, and well... if circumstances provide? might as well take the chance, right?
Current stats: 52k words, 19 chapters, and last updated 4/19/25
the audacity of this human being (read it)
"got me off the couch" nightwing it's 7 AM, do you have a bed??
the biggest issue Bruce has with his kids working with the JL is probably that he trained them too well and now heās scared of them and doesnāt want to embarrass himself in front of the league.
Jason once walked up behind him so silently during a meeting that when he turned and saw a flash of the red helmet an inch from the back of his head he screamed like a teenage girl in a horror movie. Jason, nonplussed because all of the Robins scare the shit out of B like at least once a week, patiently waits for him to get his breath back before asking if they could grab thai on the way home. the rest of the JL stare in baffled awe and Bruce never lives it down.
Tim similarly appeared next to him once when he was fixing one of the appliances on the watchtower and when he made himself known by complaining that Damian kept flicking apple slices at him Bruce jumped so hard that he smacked his head against the frame of whatever he was fixing and gave himself a concussion. Barry laughs so hard he chokes on his coffee and Tim is just confused.
The kids arenāt even doing it on purpose, theyāve just naturally become too silent even for Batman and when they freak him out they just sigh and move on bcs its gotten old
fam donāt call a fic abandoned unless the author has stated itās abandoned or is known to be dead. you have no idea if the fic is abandoned. life happens to people, and itās not uncommon for a fic to update 3, 5, 10, or even more years later. itās folly to assume that a fic is abandoned, because you deprive yourself of the chance that one day youāll refresh a page (or open an email) on a random Tuesday afternoon and suddenly see a 10k word update to the novel-length fic your favorite author hasnāt updated in 13 years. and donāt tell other people a fic has been abandoned either, for the same reasons. And certainly please donāt comment it on the authorās fic or their posts elsewhere online lol
Tumblr usernames are so funny, "the ghost of jason todd started following you" okay well can he stop
-dick grayson
trying not to fall for Cullen but meanwhile heās like
no you have to contribute to your fandom if you don't want it to die. most fandoms die because people say 'it's so sad watching the fandom die when the hype dies' without doing anything about it. I'm not saying you have to push out 100k word slow-burn fic, I'm not saying you have to make fan art or gif sets or edits or anything. I'm just saying we as a community should contribute to our fandom if we don't want it to die, and by contributing, I'm talking about giving kudos, commenting on your favorite fics, reblogging your favorite art and just talking about your favorite characters. that's enough to keep a fandom alive. that's the most effective way to keep a fandom alive in my humble opinion.
fandoms die because people stop talking about it, fandoms die because people stop engaging with fan content once the hype is gone. what I'm saying is, mainstream media's hype may be gone, but our fandom can stay alive and thriving if us as a community don't let it die.
Dick's commitment issues (?)
Jason: You have the worst commitment issues Iāve ever seen.
Dick: Excuse me?! I donāt have commitment issues... I commit to everything. Jobs? Had like six. Identities? Iām legally at least four different people. Trauma responses? Baby bro, Iāve been loyal to mine since I was eight.
Jason: ā¦That is deeply unsettling.
Tim: *muttering* At this point even the Joker has a stabler identity.
As fun as the aesthetic of the autopsy scar is I am very much team āthe Lazarus pit left Jason with no scarsā because of the subtle body horror of it all. To go through a trauma so great that you did not survive it, so great that you look in the mirror and expect to see a mangled corpse, only to find that you are entirely uninjured? Thatās body horror. Not only that but every other mark of the life you lived is gone, no physical proof that anything has ever happened to you. The mind is scarred but the body does not remember
Dick : so yeah, we should definitely- oh hey jason, do you want to join us? We were planning to go to the movies-
Jason, who's looking down at his phone, walking past them,
Jason : maby another time, dad.
Dick :
Tim :
Damian :
Duke :
Jason, just walking off, leaving them baffled.
Duke : ..what just happend?
Dick : oh no..do I.. look like bruce?..
Tim who's being frantic : did he even notice that he called you- wait what? How-
Damian : does todd think...
Duke : is this normal? Did this happen before?!
Tim : ...no. sure, dick is a great older brother but none of us ever called him dad..
Damian : I'm sure todd ment to say dick, but misspoke..
Dick : do I look like b?!!!
Jason, who recently found out that dick tried to adopt him, and now to mess with bruce, calling dick dad and B gramps.
I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter
ME ME ME
tiktok makes people censor the word ādickā in ādick grayson.ā so you would think people would just say ārichard grayson.ā
but no
theyāre calling him DINKš