the drifter’s look is genuinely a work of art
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Afghanistan
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from Afghanistan
seen from China
seen from Spain
seen from Singapore
seen from South Korea
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Afghanistan
seen from United States
the drifter’s look is genuinely a work of art
One of my favorite cross universe tropes is Batman just losing his shit after meeting spiderman bc he's a little, nerdy, acrobat, with multiple murdered loved ones
Dick would be fiercely jealous bc who tf is peter??? He's the token acrobat kid! He's daddy's lil gymnast! Dick will try to fight him. Only to be met with the harsh reality that Peter is, in fact, working with more than just a cool suit. Mind you, Peter doesn't want to fight him at all so the entire time he's using minimal strength while trying to talk no jutsu the entire situation.
"I'm sorry, Wing! I wasn't trying to steal The Batman!" Peter flips, dodging a very skilled strike that was meant to hit him somewhere a little more lethal than it should've. "He just came to me talking about my dead parents and asking about what training I've had!"
Dick knew that Bruce approached the kid first, but hearing it from said kid while he leaps circles around him was beyond infuriating. And Peter was just so fast! And maybe if he was thinking more clearly, he might could concoct a Batman level plan to wrap him up in his own webs, but that wasn't happening anytime soon.
Dick was inevitably subdued, webbed up and hand delivered to the Batcave. Bruce apologizes for Dick's behavior and Peter is like "No it's cool... You might wanna talk to him though it seems like there's a lot going on there." Because Peter does not have a filter. Then he swings away genuinely hoping for the best for their personal relationship.
It's so funny to me bc Dick would never win that fight. And Batman is just foaming at the mouth watching Peter dodge and maneuver with ease, his only training being the experience he's gotten over the years. His whole thing for the Robins had always been to help kids that can't help themselves, but Peter was just so perfect! He can't be shamed for trying!
But at the end of the day, Dick is Bruce's baby. So he unwraps the pouting Nightwing, puts on some cheesy sitcom, and cuddles his son while offering quiet reassurance.
"Obviously you're much more talented." Bruce murmurs into Dick's hair. "Peter has superpowers so he doesn't get any points."
"He's cheating." Dick still pouted, but he was feeling better already.
"exactly, bubba. What you do with your own body and mind is infinitely more impressive than what he got out of a lab. Anyone could be spiderman, but there's only one Dick Grayson."
Bro’s working day and night to make people forget he was in Twilight.
Hi! I’m 21+ looking for someone 18+ to write some The Batman (2022) rp with. Specifically, I’m looking for someone to play Batman/Bruce Wayne against my Catwoman/Selina Kyle. I’m semi-lit to lit, though I usually adapt to my partner’s reply length. I will give you something to work with each time! Prior experience is not a requirement, just enthusiasm for the characters and the plot. Like this and I’ll reach out to you! :)
𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳
summary: in which batman takes a quick trip to the iceburg lounge and gets distracted..
bruce wayne x dancer!blkfem!reader
warnings: lowercase, doggy style, semi-public, masked, rough sex
a/n: might be a little out character for him but bare with me ppl
he's seen you before. on his countless missions to gather information at the infamous iceburg lounge ran by the penguin that was crawling with drunk or high people and corrupt politicians of gotham.
you had a beauty to you that most women he's seen around the lounge didn't have. even as one of the only black women as a dancer, you walked with confidence and kept your head held high.
sometimes, bruce found himself staring at you from the roof of the lounge while moving around the city in the shadows. tonight was no different than any other mission. the penguin had been moving drugs through the city again.
bruce wanted to catch him red handed but the penguin had other plans.
bruce was pissed. he's in one of the backrooms waiting for the penguin to come in at any time. he had been waiting for almost an hour and started to get irritated with the wait.
that's when you walked in. in a usual skimpy outfit that was apart of dress code on the lounge. you only worked there for the money. living in gotham wasn't cheap and you still lived in a crappy apartment.
"well you weren't who i was expecting." you looked at the masked man in front of you. you've seen the news stories about the cold, stoic vigilante that showed little to no mercy.
"where's the penguin?" his gruff low voice boomed quietly. it was like it was laced with gunpowder. "he's not in tonight. how'd you even get in?" the room fell silent as he didn't answer your question. "you seem so tense bats."
the nickname rolled off of your tongue as you stride towards him. "have trouble with talking to pretty ladies?" you stood in front of him and tilted your head. his dark eyes pierced into you.
"i don't create conversation with suspects." you laugh softly. "so i'm a suspect? i told you the truth bats. penguin ain't in tonight." bruce looked you up and down. the purple led light shined beautifully off your melanin skin.
"why don't i show you a good time? help you relax.." you placed your manicured hand on his metal chest plate and looked up at him with seductive eyes. you could see a small flicker of something in his eyes.
hunger.
it was almost like a switch in his behavior. he went from being quiet and intimidating to rough and demanding. his lips ravaged yours. you didn't even try to fight back for dominance. you moaned into his mouth as he pushed you against the wall.
after the roughest yet hottest make out session you've ever had, he had you bent over the crappy couch that sat in the corner of the room. you didn't know how he got his massive cock out of his suit effortlessly but you weren't thinking much of it.
"f-fuck!" before you knew it, he was ramming his cock into you at a brutal yet slow pace. you gripped onto the couch for support. he grunted as you clamped down on him. "you're fucking tight..." his gruff voice sent chills down your spine.
his thrusts picked up pace as he fucked you into the couch. "oh god! right there!" you felt like he was gonna fuck you senseless. you already felt yourself going over the edge. bruce's grunts and pants had gotten louder, signaling he was close.
"gonna cum! please don't stop!" you screamed as you pushed your ass back to meet his thrusts. one final thrust sent him and you over the edge.
after you both had released, you were left panting. "damn bats.. you must've been pent up." you chuckled softly as you heard shuffling behind you. "bats?" you turned your head and he was gone. back into the shadows.
idk guys is this good? feel like i could have done a bit better.
After a Mad Hatter mission gone wrong
Stephanie: HEY!
Bruce: What is it now?
Stephanie: I have Fucking big expectations! I am not gonna settle for any of this crap! Not from my dad! Not from Lex! Not from you! And not from them! (points to the other bats) I almost died! Again! And all I got was bitching about my fucking technique!
Bruce: Stephanie, don’t you think you’re over reacting?
Stephanie: I’m not reacting enough! You know what, Fuck this! I’m out of here! Find some other loser to be jail bait!
Stephanie storms out
Damian: I did inform you that she can be extremely irritable after an undercover mission.
Bruce: Not now Damian.
Dick: I’ll ask Babs to talk to her tomorrow.
Jason: Hopefully it goes better than last time.
Stephanie: That which does not kill me, makes me stronger.
Bruce: Wow, Fredrick Nietzsche? 
Stephanie: Yup…Nietzsche…
Stephanie: (whispering to herself) Not Kelly Clarkson.
