#autistic bart allen

[starcrossedconverse]

bart flapping his hands when he's excited

impulse 95 issue 31

[imheretoreadafic]

?: "What is wrong with your kid?"

Max: "Uhhhhh..." *turns to shout into the other room* "AY, BART, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?"

Bart, from the other room: "I DUNNO... UH, AUTISM MAYBE?"

Max, turns back calmly to ?: "I don't know. Possibly autism."

[kingofpeacows]

Wally and Bart are ADHD/Autism HOSTILITY

[a-deck-of-cards]

core 4 polycule hcs ( + some lgbtq+ hcs )

bc i want what they have :(

inspired by this post!1!1! ( go check it out srsly, it’s amazing )

tim is transmasc n bi

kon is cis n omni

bart is cis n asexual but he’s not too sure

annnd cassie is bi n closeted demi-girl

and ofc all of em are poly

tim is dating benard and cassie is dating cissie as well !!

tim is autistic, bart is audhd, kon has adhd and cassie is cassie (im not too sure yet)

when bart is overexcited / overwhelm, his powers go haywire and he really can’t control it anymore so kon uses his ttk to pull bart back to his feet

ma kent would invite them over to the farm where they learn how to make flower crowns with their colours

tim is red, bart is orange, kon is blue and cassie is yellow.

tim and kon were the first ones to start dating, then cassie joined in and then bart.

they would do cuddle piles all the time to get rid of the touch starvation.

tim didn’t want to tell bruce about this yet because he was unsure on how he would feel and whether he could accept it

they (cassie, kon, bart) told him to take his time and whatever happens, they will never leave his back.

cassie have chronic nightmares and panic attacks because of the nightmares.

tim would help cassie whenever she’s having one because he’s the most familiar with it and he’s usually up due to his insomnia

he would stay with her until she falls asleep again

kon, bart or cassie picks tim up to go to places bc apparently vehicles take too long

sometimes bart and kon would abduct tim bc they have no sense of boundaries.

cassie is too sensible to do that though.

everyone except bart have a drivers license to use when they’re in their civilian identity

bart is either too distracted or can just use his super speed without being seen.

bart has the biggest hair out of all of em

so they like to play and braid it sometimes

they also played with tim’s hair when he grew it out.

(short hair cassie supremacy)

cassie and kon are tall and is very muscle-y and tim and bart are small and lanky (tim especially)

so when they cuddle tim and bart have to be on the top or else they’d get crushed.

bart and tim constantly play video games with each other because yk theyre both obsessed.

i feel like ppl underestimate kon’s ttk

he can literally control any matter at touch

so he helps warm up cassie’s stomach whenever she’s have cramps

tim is the only one who gets sick bc

bart’s a speedster and they heal very fast, kon’s half kryptonian and well cassie’s a demigod

so they band up together to try and take care of tim when he’s sick

but tim would say he isn’t for the first couple days until it became too big of a bother

and he has it worse bc of his missing spleen

usually it ends in chaos

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Titans Academy

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans, Arrowfam

Summary: Grant struggles to accept his new reality when Roy takes him in and enrolls him in Titans Academy. He must adjust to life at a boarding school and life with his new foster family (Roy and Lian). Can he learn to trust the people who claim to care about him? Or will he shut himself off from love altogether?

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Grant Emerson, Roy Harper, Bart Allen, Toni Monetti, Cody Driscoll, Lian Harper, Jade Nguyen, Audrey Spears, Tommy Blake Jr.

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Boarding School AU, No Powers AU, Found Family, Second Chances, Roy Harper is a Legal Guardian, Roy Harper is a Father, POV First Person, Grant Emerson POV, Autistic Bart Allen

Chapter One: Gravedigger 101

I thought that when this Roy guy kept me from going to jail, I'd get to be some kind of undercover criminal informant or something. I didn't really understand what they said in court. It sounded like he wanted to use me to get information on the illegal operation that resulted in my adoption by my now-deceased parents. I thought it'd be cool, and besides, it was between going with him or going straight to prison. I was just a kid. I wouldn't have made it long in an adult prison. There was no use in pretending to be tough. I was terrified, and I let the courts know it. The guy knew it too. He said something to the judge on my behalf, and the judge folded like a two-dollar bill. I knew the guy had to have some kind of pull. He showed up to the court late, walked in, whispered to the judge, and that was it.

I won't lie. I was kind of scared of the guy at first. The judge remanded me into the custody of Roy Harper in the state of New York. What I didn't know was that that guy was Roy Harper. "Come on, kid. Wanna go get your stuff?" he asked.

"I can't. My house is an active crime scene," I replied.

"Sorry... We'll get you some stuff in between here and New York. Hungry?" he questioned. He walked fast, so I rushed behind him once they released me. At his pace, he got from the courthouse to the parking garage in less than five minutes. He unlocked the car, and I got in the passenger's seat. "You hungry?" he asked a second time. I nodded.

We didn't say much else until he started driving. "What's good here?" he asked before screwing up his face. "I didn't say who I was, huh?"

I shook my head. "You're supposed to drop me off with that Roy Harper guy, right?" I asked.

"I am that Roy Harper guy. Sorry, my mind was on a hundred other things. I promise I wasn't trying to play some weird mind game by not introducing myself," Roy replied. I nodded. "What do you wanna eat? And if you say Burger Queen or Wackdonals, I'm legally obligated to pretend I didn't hear you."

"There's a BBQ place down the street from here," I mumbled. He grinned.

"BBQ's good. I can do BBQ," Roy replied. I gave him the name of the restaurant and directions. We got there in less than fifteen minutes, and we went in and ordered our food. I didn't feel much like eating before going to court, so I was starving.

We got drinks while we waited for the food, and Roy tapped his knuckles on the table. "I'm sorry about all this, Grant... I'm sure you're a good kid and—."

"What's New York like?" I asked. I didn't want to talk about the case or anything like that. I just wanted to pretend that things were normal.

"You won't see much of it for a little bit, but we're going to Manhattan... You don't happen to have a valid driver's license, do you?" Roy asked. I shook my head.

"Learner's permit," I replied.

"Good enough. It's a fourteen-hour drive, so we'll get there in maybe sixteen-seventeen-ish hours," Roy replied, "But I figure we'll split this into two days and get a little sightseeing in."

"If you're from New York, what are you doing in Atlanta?" I asked. I wanted to ask a bunch of other questions, but that's the one that came out.

"I heard about your situation on the news, and I figured you didn't deserve to be tried as an adult," Roy replied.

"So, am I gonna live with you?" I asked.

Roy nodded. "Yeah, it's hard to explain the living situation, but it'll make sense when we get there."

That made me nervous, but before I could ask anything else, the waitress brought our food to the table. I guess he was just as hungry as I was because neither of us said a word until we finished eating. "Good call, Grant," Roy chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.

I took another sip of my coke, and Roy told me to stay put. He left me at the table for a few minutes by myself, and he came back with two pies and another soda. "Sorry, I figured pie would make a nice snack for the ride," Roy replied, "Ready to go?"

I nodded and followed him to the car. I stared out the window while we drove, and Roy turned the radio on. "If this isn't your flavor, you can change the station," Roy whispered.

"It's cool," I whispered. Roy threw his tie in the backseat and got on the freeway. "Do you do this a lot?"

"Take road trips to keep minors out of jail? Or take custody of kids you've never met? Or maybe—."

"All of it... But mostly, do you have a lot of kids?" I asked.

"Yes and no. It'll make sense when we get there," Roy answered. I nodded, but I didn't understand. "And nope, not really. You're a little bit of a unique case. But that's good. Unique cases are good."

"Did your job make you come out here?" I asked.

"Nope. This is on my time, but I made a deal with the school beforehand about your living situation, and they've got no problem with enrolling," Roy explained.

All I got from that was he worked at a school and heard about me on the news. I kind of wish I didn't ask him anything at all. I closed my eyes and listened to the radio. Eventually, I felt okay enough to sleep. It helped that I finally had food on my stomach. I woke up when we stopped at a clothing store in the middle of nowhere, and he dragged me in there, half asleep. He said I had to buy some clothes. Underwear, t-shirts, jeans... That kind of stuff.

I dragged my feet around the store, still half-asleep, but I managed to do what he asked. He paid for everything, and we walked back to the car. The sun looked like it was about to set, so he checked us into a hotel. It was a room with two beds, and I tossed and turned half the night. He settled in quickly and fell asleep almost immediately. "Roy?" I whispered. I wanted to make sure he was asleep.

"Hm?" Roy mumbled.

"Thanks," I replied. I didn't know what else to say.

"Mhm, no problem," Roy mumbled, "Go to bed, Grant."

I think I fell asleep around two in the morning, and Roy slept the whole night. I slept so heavily that I nearly fell asleep in the shower. He was patient through it all, though. We got breakfast in a drive-thru, and I struggled to stay awake. "We'll get coffee in an hour," Roy replied. I nodded.

My head ached too badly to do anything else. "I didn't forget I planned to switch off, but you look half dead, so I'll give you a break," Roy teased. I wasn't in the mood. I turned toward the window and shut my eyes. He nudged me when we got to Sundollar, and I mumbled my order. He chuckled, and when we got to the window, he woke me up so I could drink my coffee. "Not a morning person?"

"Not a travel person," I replied.

"Well, we'll be halfway there in four hours. Think you can bear with me until we get there?" Roy asked. I nodded. The drink perked me up a little bit. "When I was a kid, it was tough adjusting to new places, but as long as you're under my care, I'll try to keep you in the same place... Okay?"

I looked over at him, and he had this sad look. I couldn't look at him like that, so I turned my head. "Thanks," I replied. Maybe he did care. I guess... Dunno. It all seemed so unreal to me. A complete stranger caring about some teenager he just met? Get real.

[gottagofastgremlinchild]

There's something very Autism coded about that Impulse comic where Bart says he always deals with the threat before saving the person because you get more "points" for defeating the bad guy.

He was asked a question, and answered it. We know that Bart thinks in pictures, so in all likelihood this was an attempt to put his thought process into words via a medium he is comfortable with (video games).

The question was not one that should have had a right or wrong answer, but his answer was still bad. He doesn't know why, but Max is upset. Max does not explain why he is upset, he doesn't tell Bart what he did wrong.

They go home.

Bart doesn't want Max to be mad at him, but he doesn't know how to fix it because he doesn't know what needs to be fixed. So he fixes a bunch of things that normally make Max upset. Max is supposed to be proud, or at least impressed, but he ignores it

You can see that Bart is confused and upset. Max is suddenly being cold. He said that he's "giving up" without explanation. That could mean a lot of things.

This is incredibly common experience for neurodivergent kids. We are often in trouble without being told why. As someone with ADHD and Autism, this issue spoke to me on an incredibly personal level.

[bartistic]

What would happen if Bart started drinking energy drinks

okay so. people say tim has a coffee addiction but they’re so wrong. it’s energy drinks, guys. and one day, he’s with Young Justice after finishing a case, and he pops one of his energy drinks. and of course bart being bart, wants to try it. so he zooms over, snatches it from tim’s hands, takes a sip... and immediately keels over. just straight up passes out.

now, mans has combo number five: ADHD & Autism with a side of fries. and caffeine works MUCH differently for us neurodivergent folks. case in point: bart lying prone on the floor, looking pretty much like he’s just died.

so of course kon and cassie are freaking out, and tim is too, but only on the inside. by second three of bart not moving, tim is mentally drafting an apology to wally. “hey there flash, we’re really sorry but while we were hanging out your cousin kind of died via caffeine poisoning. we think.” and so now the three of them are just standing there in a triangle, looking down at bart on the floor.

and then: a noise. a noise unlike any you’ve ever heard. it sounds like a chainsaw, mixed with a hollywood dinosaur (not a real dinosaur, they’ve met the real ones and they sound nothing like that), mixed with a jet plane taking off. bart is... vibrating? nearly through the floor, in fact. but the vibrating stops for a second. then starts again.

after a couple more starts and stops, cassie starts laughing, close to literal tears. “he’s... he’s snoring!” she manages to choke out between hearty guffaws. kon joins in. tim steels his jaw, but even he can’t help but let loose a giggle. he rummages through the supplies to find some poster board and a thick black marker.

“YOUNG JUSTICE RULE #1”

he writes with the marker,

“NO GIVING SPEEDSTERS ENERGY DRINKS”

[bug-in-a-porchlight]

ok but i relate to bart allen so much bc he is always being told to slow down but his thoughts go fast and my thoughts are also fast and people tell me to slow down and say i talk too fast when i get exited and they tell me to calm down but they dont realize im never calm and when im not talking fast and waving my hands im just trapping it inside and that hurts and i say things other people dont understand cuz my brain works weird and bart has that too cuz he just perceives things different and when we dont understand people they either get mad and say we're lying and just don't care what they have to say or they think that means we're too stupid to understand but when they dont understand us it means we're the stupid ones again even though it makes perfect sense to us they just dont take the time to understand it. and when bart's teacher asked if he was paying attention and he listed off the things that had happened to prove he had been and she got mad we're supposed to understand why she was and think it was funny and that bart was in the wrong but he wasnt she was bc she asked a question and he answered it thats her fault if she didnt want him to she shouldn't have asked and that happens to me all the time and i hate bart's teacher