my little sister asked me to draw “barry and hal and batman as friends when they were younger,” and who am i to deny a childhood friends au
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IMAGE 1: Fan comic of Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, and Hal Jordan in a childhood friends AU. Bruce has dark slicked back hair, bat-motif eyebrows, a grey button-down, dark slacks, and dark dress shoes. Barry has feathery blonde hair with strands behind his ears resembling wings, lightning motif eyebrows and blush, white short sleeved button-up, a blue vest and red bowtie, light blue jeans, and white winged sneakers. Hal has short fluffy brown hair, freckles and an off-center tooth gap, a pilot jacket over a green T-shirt, dark baggy jeans, and brown sneakers.
Bruce: [knee to ground, observing a feather through a magnifying glass]
Barry: [crouching, concentrated expression, nodding with finger to lip]
[vague word bubble behind them reading: *sleuth sleuth* *ramble ramble ramble* *science science* *blah blah blah*]
Hal: [head thrown back in exasperation, holding toy airplane] This is so BOOORRIIING.
IMAGE 2:
Hal: [bored frustrated expression, arms out] Can we play something else now?
Bruce [rolling eyes] and Barry [furrowed eyebrows]: [simultaneously] No.
IMAGE 3:
Hal: [shaking Barry by the shoulders] Barryyyy
Barry: [undisturbed, hands on hips still deep in concentration]
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Barry: [unchanged pose] Hal, I already said no. It’s not fun when you’re the only one with the plane.
Hal: [frowns]
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Hal: [forward facing unamused expression] Hrmm.
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Hal: [puts hand on Barry’s shoulder as if making a pitch] Well… who said it had to be airplanes again?
Barry: [eyes light up with curiosity] ?
IMAGE 4:
Hal: [on monkey bars, wearing a green rubber band as a ring] My power ring lets me fly, so good luck reaching me now!
Barry: [looking up at him with a pokerfaced pout]
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Barry: [viewed from above, awkward determined smile] Uh, well, I can run so fast that it creates a tornado that pulls you back down!
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Barry: [starts to run in a circle, tongue out of determination]
Hal: [holding on to monkey bar with one hand, pointing his “ring” at Barry with the other] Oh yeah? Then I’ll just stop you in your tracks before you can even take the next step!
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Barry: [stops, looks up at Hal in irritation, hair swooshed back from running] What? That’s cheating.
IMAGE 5:
Hal: [hopping down from monkey bars] How is that cheating? You literally just used time travel, like, a second ago!
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Barry: [counting off his fingers] But you can fly, AND use telekinesis, AND shield yourself, AND create anything, AND—
Hal: [throwing arms up in disbelief] Barry, you TIME TRAVEL.
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Hal and Barry: [blurry foreground bickering]
Bruce: [deadpan annoyed expression] <- Chose a superhero persona w/ no powers
IMAGE 6: Barry Allen narration boxes from The Flash (2016) #21: “Bruce Wayne. The Batman. The day I joined the Justice League was the first time in my life I felt like I had real friends I could relate to… But when I talked forensics… I could see in their eyes that I might as well have been speaking another language. Except Bruce. We could talk about evidence for hours.”
IMAGE 7: Hal Jordan narration boxes from Legends of the DC Universe #33: “Just seeing Barry lifts my spirits. He always had a knack for doing that. I don’t know if I was ever truly innocent… but handing out with the Flash sure made me feel that way. We were like a couple of kids—playing at being super-heroes. So I don’t think anyone’ll mind if we play again…”
went to the bookstore to get the 2nd vol of robin 2021, got distracted by blackest night. again.
posting for archiving purposes
batflashlantern is halbarry grieving over bruce’s grave /j
(“i died a sinner, you died a saint” is classic, but “i provide the fuel, you provide the spark” needs to be added to the halbarry hall of fame as well)
Batflashlantern headcanons for @amaztim because I’m in a mood
There’s knowing your boyfriend has money and then there’s knowing it. Barry’s used to buying on a budget because food costs a lot and food for somebody who eats way more than the average person is even more expensive. So much to baby side-kicks’ displeasure, Barry is living for the fact he doesn’t have to eat the same high-calorie pizza every evening.
Barry and Bruce are utter Nerds and Hal loves watching them go full on geek. He might not be as much into detective stuff as them but he supports their hobbies
Wally and Dick are the biggest supporters of this relationship because yes, they’re basically already meeting up every weekend but now they’ve got an excuse to hang out even more often so who is the real winner
Except for that one time Hal was supposed to be watching his niece Helen and a Justice League Emergency came up, leaving them with the toddler without adult supervision
“Okay so the living room might have paint on the walls now but we’ve been thinking of redecorating anyway haven’t we”
Hal and Barry making a game out of stealing Bruce’s cape? More likely than you think
Hal is the one who sleeps in late and will steal clothes and Alfred will passive aggressively try to make Hal his own wardrobe so he’ll wear clothes that fit but Hal just doesn’t bother
Valentines Day is just three idiots trying to outdo each other in romantics
Bruce and Hal flirting is just sassing each other
Barry can’t believe these idiots can’t just say “I love you” - no. They have to make a show out of it.
Barry steals kisses all the time and if he catches them by surprise even better
They’re also Squad Up All Night Aren’t Nightmares Fun. Barry needs the least sleep so he’s usually the one who wakes Hal or Bruce up when they have a Nightmares, or keeps them company when they’re up late
Who are your favorite characters from DC? Do you have any favorite ships?
i forgot to log in and answer stuff, i’m so sorry. this is a lot too and it won’t be the whole list since. .i’m also a big multishipper so. yeah there’s a lot
favorite characters:
barry allen, hal jordan, wally west, jaime reyes, koriand’r starfire, raven roth, zatanna zatara, john constantine, etc.
favorite ships:
halbarry, dickwally, halbruce, jayroy, timkon, constantbat, batflash (only if it’s bruce / barry though; i feel a little weird if it’s bruce / wally), bluepulse, wallykyle, etc. .
Summary: In all honesty, Hal should have seen it coming. Wally and Dick had already been there when they had started dating. Or: Hal contemplates family in the Wayne-Allen-Jordan household on a chaotic morning.
AN: Bc @amaztim and I have a new OT3 and there are only 2 fanfics so far so I had to fix it.
Hal woke up to screaming. He turned around again in the king-sized bed and pressed his pillow over his head. He was too old to be woken up by fighting children. Or maybe Dick and Wally just hadn’t been quite the terrifying chaotic mess that was Damian and Helen.
After hearing yet another shout on one of Hal’s rare free days damn it, Hal finally got up. Bruce and Barry were nowhere to be seen, but that was nothing new. Barry was stuck on monitor duty and Bruce had traveled to France on Monday, chasing after a lead.
Hal should have taken the offer and gone with him, but no. Someone had to look after the children since everybody was coming over for the weekend. Hal stumbled out of bed with the grace of a hero who had suffered way too many injuries. On his way over to the door, he grabbed a shirt and put it on. It was a little big on him – one of Bruce’s then. He rubbed his eyes and for a split second he contemplated just letting Damian and Helen murder each other for another ten more minutes of sleep.
Then the second was over and Hal threw open the door. Helen and Damian came to a halt right in front of it, both looking appropriately caught.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Damian and Helen shared a look before switching to equally grave expressions.
“We’re fighting for the honor of killing Jason,” Damian explained nonchalantly like he wasn’t holding his training sword to Helen’s neck.
“He committed a serious crime,” Helen added, her glowing nerf-gun construct still aimed at Damian’s forehead.
Hal could still use his ring, go pick up Barry and get into a jet and visit Bruce. Eat some crêpes under the Eiffel tower while Bruce took down his arms dealer. It would be just like those summer months when Wally and Dick, who were the only kids running around the manor back then, went to San Francisco to work with their fellow Teen Titans.
Peace .
Yeah, Hal missed it.
“And what did Jason do?”
“He-“
“HeyguysIfoundthepaintgunsyouaskedfor- oh, fuck.”
Bart came to a stop just a few doors down the hallway, his arms full with paint guns and his shirt basically covered in acrylics. He looked at Damian and Helen, then to Hal and then back to the kids.
“Morning, Hal. I think I’mjustgonnagonowbye.”
“Oh, no!” Hal shouted back. “Don’t you dare run off, Bartholomew! How are you involved in this? And aren’t you supposed to be picking up Tim?”
Hal ignored Damian and Helen snickering at him using the speedster’s full name in favor of acting very intimidating and authoritative while still being dressed in his PJs with deep bags under his eyes.
Bart grinned sheepishly. “I already picked him up. I left him downstairs with Duke and Kyle. He sort of fell asleep on me on our way back home.”
“Kyle’s here?”
Bart shrugged. “He said something about dropping off an artifact, but Jason’s making pancakes for breakfast so he stayed.”
Hal pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. How did the saying go again? Kids are the future? Someone obviously forgot to attach the ‘because they’ll run you into an early grave’. France. Watchtower monitor duty.
“And if Jason’s making breakfast, why aren’t the three of you downstairs eating?”
“Because Jason threw us out of the kitchen,” Helen said. “We were interrupting his ‘workflow’ so he banned us! Uncle Hal, do you see now what terrible offense he has committed?”
Beside her, Damian nodded and once again raised his sword. “The evil has to be defeated.”
Hal had calmed down considerably since he had first become Earth’s Green Lantern. He didn’t rush into battle anymore, he had seen too many of his friends and comrades die. He had been dead, and been dealt an even worse fate for a while, and he had lowered both his lovers and his children into the ground at least once. No, Hal didn’t rush into war anymore and he carefully picked his battle nowadays.
This one he wasn’t going to fight.
“No maiming each other anymore,” Hal said and watched as three faces lit up with identical expressions of delight. “The house is off-limits for everything concerning paint, or you’re answering to Alfred. Outside of the manor, Gotham, Central and Coast are fair game, but not on patrol. Got it?”
“Got it!” They replied and rushed off in the opposite direction, jumping hopefully not straight into a loophole Hal had forgotten to cover. Either way, they were not Hal’s problem anymore. If they made a mess now, that weight would be on their shoulders, and they only had themselves to blame if Alfred’s cold disapproval would make them do chores until they turned eighteen.
Hal checked his watch. It was almost twelve. Jason had come to the manor late, and if he was making breakfast for everybody, he certainly wouldn’t be done yet. Hal made his way downstairs to the kitchen, passing the living room while he was at it.
Duke was playing a game on his Switch while Cassandra and Kyle were talking animatedly about whatever drawing Kyle was showing her.
And Tim was lying on the ground, his head resting on Titus’s body.
“Please tell me he decided to sleep there,” Hal said, already knowing the answer.
“Uuh,” Duke decidedly did not look up from his console while Cass just raised a brow.
When had they all become so sassy? Hal recalled their first weeks at the manor as if they had been just yesterday. Both of them had been so unsure and careful with everybody.
“Just put your brother on a sofa at least if nobody feels responsible for getting him in his room.”
Cass smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up, but didn’t move from her spot. Right, why had he even bothered asking?
Next time, he’d let Barry and Bruce handle the weekend meet-ups. Hal had done the single-parent thing for a year, and it hadn’t been any fun having to be strong for so many grieving children. The least his partners could do was cover the family weekends until they actually died of old age.
The closer Hal got to the kitchen, the louder did the music in the hallway get. Today Jason had decided on classical tunes apparently, or as classic as Jason got. Hal wasn’t even sure where Jason found so many classic instrument covers of current songs, and he’d rather face Parallax than even suggest to Jason that he was recording his own violin plays, but fact was that Barry had found the corresponding scores in Jason’s bag once.
Jason was flipping another pancake when Hal entered the kitchen. The room was neat and orderly still, except for the side of the table Wally and Dick were sitting at. That part of the table was covered in Nutella, sprinkles, gummy worms, chocolate sauce, and fruits.
“Mo’nin’,” Dick greeted, his mouth stuffed with a pancake. Next to him, Wally only raised his hand and didn’t even stop inhaling his share.
“Good morning, boys,” Hal returned and sat down opposite from the duo.
“Slept well, old man?” Jason asked and put a plate with warm an delicious breakfast in front of him.
“I thought Bruce was the old man.”
Jason waved Hal’s comment off and took another gulp from his cup of coffee. “You’re all old, but only you are here this morning. You got any plans for today?”
Hal sneaked a look at the two oldest and, yes, Wally and Dick looked equally mischievously. Fourteen or twenty-four, was there really any difference with them?
“I’m not teaming up with you against the kiddos for Cluedo.”
“Why not?” Wally asked. “This week’s price is deciding the Thanksgiving dinner. Hal, please. We need to win. I need that turkey and Damian will do his best to stop it.”
Hal bit off another piece of his pancake. Out of all of them, minus Alfred of course, Jason could cook the best. If Jason willingly made anything for you, you accepted without hesitance, which was precisely why Hal stole another pancake before he replied.
“I know, which is why Barry, Bruce, and I are working against the rest of you. We’re not eating candied apples for dessert again or tofu turkey or any other monstrosity you kids come up with every year. This year it’s adults against the rest of you. May the better team win.”
Silence followed Hal’s statement before the kitchen’s other three occupants began to complain loudly. Hal could only grin. Okay, yes, this was better than the Watchtower or France.
“Jason! Come out and face us, you coward!”
Even if it came with the possibility of a hospital visit.
holy mother of batman!!! ut was amazing tired dad hal for the win.... damian beung a brat... Tim sleeping on a dog!!!!! Jason cooking. Adults vs Kids Cluedo is something I need to see. alao the angst possibilities I genuinly love you so much.
Thank you so much!!!! Your comment really made my night.
Hal being a stressed and tired Dad was canon at one point and I am desperate for DC to bring back Helen!
And yeah, I honestly just wanted this to be fluffy, let the kids be little brats but you know DC - it’s not DC if not at least one family member is either missing, trapped in another dimension, dead or thinking about past deaths.
I mean, the Batfam on its own is already terrible, but when you start throwing in stuff like Hal being the Spectre while Jason was still truly dead or the current mess with Wally? It’s fun!
And yeah in a family of space cops, speedsters and detectives, puzzle games are fun. And taken way too seriously.
I can promise there’s gonna be more content for this chaotic family.
okay I've not read it yet but the bruce/barry/hal fic is every dream come true its literally my otp and has no fics and i love you and im sure the fic will be amazing(i will probably send you another ask after ive read it lol)
One of us! One of us!
@amaztim and I started talking about it like 2 days ago and immediately began writing fanfic and I’m uuuh starving for content.
