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I love how the greek children of the big three are all alt while the roman children of the big three are literally a preppy blond boy and a horse girl

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fuuuck I could use a mysterious benefactor right now

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Happy Pride Month to Leo Valdez who could determine Jason’s mood from the way the scar on his mouth looked ✌️🥹

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happy pride to jason grace who blew up a bunch of pipes in his all boys school (that he moved to directly after his girlfriend broke up with him) when he found out leo was still alive. love you man ✌️

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"I asked chatgpt—" well I asked leo valdez and he scanned our faces. his expression began to crumble. “where’s jason?”

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Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and your for us.

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BLM is still a thing. If you don’t reblog this, but would’ve in June/July you were only in support of black lives when it was a trend. They still need justice

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everyone deserves equality <3

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"Maybe I'll kill that reporter who does all your interviews. Maybe I'll kill Clark Kent."

This is the most important line in the movie. I'm 100% serious. It tells you everything you need to know about Lex Luthor's character. It shows the audience that, despite being almost omnicognizant from the get-go, Luthor clearly has no fucking idea who Superman is, only what he does.

I've never seen anyone go from All-Knowing Evil to Absolute Fucking Loser so fast. In fifteen words he went from unstoppable criminal powerhouse to flailing manchild moron. He gave his Evil Dictator demonstration and then turned around, dropped his pants and showed his entire ass. He proclaimed his manifesto of unrelenting ego, turned around, slipped on a banana peel and landed on a whoopie cushion.

And he was so mired in his own sense of superiority that he never even knew it.

Lex Luthor, folks. Ten out of ten, no notes.

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Guys do you think she’s excited

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Me thinks, if someone just killed the Joker and didn’t say anything, Bruce would be fine with it. Maybe not fine fine, but he's not gonna go crazy or anything

It’s not like Bruce is advocating for the Joker to stay alive. He just doesn’t want to be the person to kill him

And it’s not like it’s just the Batfamily that’s been personally victimized by the Joker. Almost everyone has, especially the citizens of Gotham

It’d be pretty selfish to kill the Joker solely based on what he’s done to your family specifically. Whichhhhh, I think, is another reason why he hasn’t. Batman, at his core, is not a selfish man. He is one of the most selfless people ever, and it is a huge part of his identity and how he continues to fight as Batman

I think he’d be devastated or angry that someone out there might have turned into a murderer for the Joker; he doesn't wish for anyone to go down that path. But, it's not like he's gonna mourn the Joker

He will mourn the man the Joker was before he went crazy, mourn who he could’ve become if only he had tried harder to rehabilitate him, but he will never mourn the man himself. He knows the Joker is evil, and he is very glad he’s gone forever

Maybe he wouldn’t outright celebrate, but he would certainly be in a better mood and happy that Gotham is one step closer to being a safer city for all the people living in it

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Okay, so hear me out. There are species of animals that reject their offspring if they don’t “smell” right. Like something about the pheromones are off and thus the vibes are bad. You can’t be mine, you smell funny. Similarly, we know that hormones and neurochemical reactions play a large part in bonding between human babies and parents. Our brains are swimming in chemicals that have us looking at our squishy, decidedly odd-looking newborns and saying “it’s so cute, I wanna bite it.”

My dudes (gender neutral). My people. My fellow nerds. Superman initially rejecting his clone because he doesn’t smell right. The kid was in a soup of artificial, clone-making chemicals and he doesn’t smell like he should. But what the fuck is he supposed to smell like? Superman having no frame of reference for this crazy feeling, for this intense dislike of a person with his face, and struggling internally with it because he knows logically that this deep revulsion doesn’t make sense. Problem is, he physically can’t help it. Something about this kid makes his teeth itch and his fingers twitch.

Then the kid takes a shower and changes his clothes and oh. Why would I push him away? That’s my baby. Hate him? How could I hate my baby? My baby. My sweet, perfect, amazing angel baby. My baby. My baby. My baby. Mybabymybabymybabymybaby.

And it’s probably hilarious from the outside looking in, because Superman looked ready to light the kid on fire a minute ago and now he’s all gooey-eyed. No thoughts, just sappy smiles and burying his nose in the clone’s hair. He’s ready to pluck the moon from the sky and hang it on a string for his kid. It’s sweet and adorable.

It’s also completely, utterly terrifying. Seeing how quickly one of the strongest beings in the known universe fell victim to his own biology, how wildly the pendulum swung from one extreme to the other. Batman’s immediately planning a trip to the Fortress to gather intel on this reaction. How long does it last? Is it normal? Is it supposed to be like this? Does it have anything to do with the clone being a teenager and not a newborn? Would it be worse with a newborn? Does the League, does he need contingency plans for this?

And Superman—Clark recognizes the sudden shift, but can’t do a thing about it. He should be scared of how every concern in his mind gets swept away by this out-of-control hormonal response, but he doesn’t want to do a thing about it. He can’t help the smile plastered on his face when Kon—what a perfect name, a beautiful name for my baby, mybabymybabyMYbabymyBABYMYBABYMYBABYMYBABY—sighs contently in his sleep or scrunches his nose in disgust at new foods, new sensations.

Something in Clark’s eyes says “I don’t know what’s happening, help me,” but it quickly gets snuffed out by “I will flip this entire universe over if a single hair on my baby’s head is out of place.” And honestly? Yeah, it’s scary, but every parent he knows—Bruce included—totally gets it.

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Thought my brain was done with this, but it’s not 🤷🏾‍♀️ May end up becoming a thing that goes on Ao3. It’s…yeah, it’s definitely heading in that direction. Lemme stop playing.

There are so many different perspectives and contexts to view this from that are fascinating and would (will) be interesting to write about. Consider for just a moment:

1. Lex realizing how badly he’s fucked up. The clone was meant to be a contingency plan at best, a weapon at worst. He—it was never supposed to meet the original Superman, much less end up his child. Now, though, Lex sees that he didn’t factor alien biology into the equation. He didn’t have enough information on Kryptonians to go and make one. He walked headfirst into a problem thinking there was a solution, only to make the problem infinitely worse. Not only are there now TWO Kryptonians (well, okay, one Kryptonian and one mostly-Kryptonian), but he’s made a being who could literally turn the Earth on its axis for fun into a mama bear on cocaine and Bane-level steroids.

And there’s no holding the clone hostage or using it as a bargaining chip against Superman. The one and only time Lex tries that, the alien rips through his lab in record time and burns it to the ground with no mercy. The only warning is a sonic boom as Superman breaks the sound barrier coming to the rescue. Kryptonite didn’t stop him; it only pissed him off. He grabs a baseball sized chunk of it with his bare hands and tosses it miles away before tearing down every door in the place. The destruction only stops when he finds the clone safe and sound, sleeping off a dose of custom tranquilizer Lex had come up with himself. Any future plans to kidnap the clone stop then and there when Superman turns directly to the security cameras and says: “Touch him again and there is nothing I won’t do.”

Lex never touches the clone—Kon again.

2. Bruce having to study what the fuck is going on, because yesterday Clark couldn’t stand the sight of the clone and now he’s debating whether the kid would like one of Saturn’s rings to play with. This can’t be normal.

It starts small. Well, no, it absolutely doesn’t. It starts with a complete 180 from being repulsed by this child to hugging the boy close and sniffing his hair. It only escalates from there. Within 24 hours, Bruce watches his friend experience cuteness aggression on levels he didn’t know existed before. When Kon yawns for the first time, Clark has to bite his own fist to stop himself from smothering the boy in love and affection. He practically pulls his own hair out when Kon falls asleep using the signature red cape as a blanket.

Within 48 hours, Kon can’t be out of Clark’s sight. It doesn’t matter that Clark can hear his heartbeat and see through walls—no, he needs to have eyes on Kon from wherever he is. He needs to be able to track the boy’s movements across the room, keep a lookout for threats. A few minutes without laying eyes on the boy puts Clark on edge. Any longer than that and he’s on the verge of hyperventilating. Bruce tests a theory and puts his friend in a room with red lights, explaining that the boy is in an identical room just across the hall. All you have to do is sit here as long as you can, Clark. Can you do that?

Two minutes in, Clark is on the verge of panic. Five minutes later, he’s hugging his knees and begging Bruce to open the door. Ten minutes in, Clark ends up frantically trying to take the door off its hinges and bust through the wall before ultimately breaking down into hysterical tears. Please, please, please please pleasepleasepleaseplease, my baby needs me. My baby, where’s my baby? Is he okay, is my baby okay, where’s my baby, WHATHAVEYOUDONETOMYBABY?

Down the hall, Kon is shaking like a leaf and eyeing the walls warily. Neither calms down until Clark has Kon in his arms, kissing the boy’s hairline and breathing in a scent only he can pick up on.

Within 72 hours, Bruce has gathered enough data to realize that this is both normal and abnormal. Kryptonian newborns trigger a hormone response in new parents, just like humans. The problem here is that Clark hasn’t been around another Kryptonian since infancy and his body has zero clue what the fuck to do with this new stimulus. Whatever reaction Clark should’ve had to or with a newborn is in overdrive, trying to compensate for years of interaction without any other Kryptonians around and creating a bond with what he consciously knows isn’t a baby but his brain sees as baby, baby, babybabybaby BABYBABYBABYBABYMYBABYMYBABY.

Upside? Bruce and the League now know this isn’t permanent. Give it a week or two, a month tops. Downside? Superman is so unimaginably, unreasonably hormonal at the moment. Maybe don’t look at his kid the wrong way. Or at all. Just…go stand in a corner and don’t touch anything. We’ll all be safer that way.

3. Ma and Pa Kent becoming grandparents, and just being the cutest cutie patooties to ever cutie patootie in the whole world. They see Clark is struggling and swoop in to do what they can.

Can’t leave the house for food because you don’t want other people around Kon? No problem. We made two weeks worth of casseroles. We’ll drop by and pack your freezer. There’s pie on the table, by the way. We didn’t know what Kon might like, so Ma made eight different kinds.

No hugging Kon just yet? Oh, it makes you nervous. Not a problem. We love you, precious grandson. You’ll have all the hugs you can stand once Dad says it’s okay.

Yes, Clark, new parent anxiety is a thing. Parent anxiety in general is a thing. It never really goes away. You’re going to worry about skinned knees, boo boos, nightmares, first kisses, first heartbreaks, college, and—oh no, college isn’t…okay, college is probably closer for him than you’d like. It’s okay to cry.

Clark brings Kon home for the first time and finds balloons outside his front door. The biggest one is a giant stork holding a sign that reads “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” There’s a heartfelt card from Pa tucked into the balloons—with a letter he wrote when he and Ma first found Clark in the cornfield. Telling him how lucky they were to find this gift from the stars, and how they can’t wait to watch him grow. There’s a little note at the bottom dated just a few days ago.

“My boy’s a father now. I didn’t think I could be any more proud of you, but you prove me wrong every day.”

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Cute little rainbow heart for pride month tumblr but how about you stop disproportionally banning trans women and marking sfw queer posts as mature

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One of the best parts of reading Batman and The Signal was the banter between Duke and Jason based on their districts in Gotham. And I think it would be hilarious if we saw more of that.

Duke: Why are you slowing down? It’s straight on.

Jason: I’m trying to figure out if this is the turn or if these co-ordinates are off.

Duke: It’s literally down there. Look, big sign. Can your Crime Alley ass not read?

Jason: At least we can read the street signs.

Duke: You don’t have street signs. You have arrows spray‑painted on trash cans.

Jason: Better than the Narrows. You get lost and you fucking pray Killer Croc jumps up from the sewers and fucking eats you just so you don't have to spend another second on those streets.

Duke: At least we have streets. Crime Alley is just a string potholes holding hands and one burning trashcan.

Bruce, over comms: Signal, Red Hood, table your conversation or you can get your asses back to the Cave.

Steph, over comms: Get a load of this Crest Hill bitch.

Jason: Stand your HOA ass stand down, Spoiler. Widow Creek isn't that great.

Steph: At least we have running water and flushing toilet, Park Row bitch. And before you even start Drake, your Bristol ass is on thin ice.

Tim, not even working that night: The fuck did I do??

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Fml, I’m reading BATFAM fan fiction, and still my first thought upon reading the sentence “Where’s Jason?” is Valgrace 😭

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"omg you remembered!" of course i did. I have a file on you

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neil with his binder

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conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 70 (masterpost here)

Jason: hold on, it's on my phone, let me pull it up.

Tim, audibly delighted: i can't believe you do this-!

Bruce: Robin, don't get distracted, i need you on my six.

Damian: *already distracted, somewhat forlorn* i wish you were an owl...

Bruce: that's not- *pause* what?

Damian: they don't need people on their sixes. they can turn their heads and just look.

*silence*

*distant crashing and gunshots*

Bruce: shit- focus, Robin!

Jason: i got it, it's still here.

Tim: please god read it out,

Bruce: *amidst grunting* you two aren't helping.

Jason, dismissively: then switch to a different line? everybody knows line seven is Red Hood's territory; go back to line one.

Dick: who needs to go back to line one?

Tim: ...Dick you've been here for thirty minutes, how are you not hearing us.

Dick: sorry- you know that thing where you disassociate and drive, and then you snap back to yourself as you pull up the driveway and you have that moment of 'how the fuck am i still alive?'? i think i did that with swinging.

Jason, grunting casually: oh yeah, i get that sometimes.

Dick, mystified: how the fuck did i get to Bristol...? sorry, anyway- what are we on?

Tim: Jason's grudge list.

Dick: Jason's what now?

Jason: i have a list on my phone of the worst things everybody has done to me, so i can keep track of how much revenge i need to get to 'win'.

Damian: ...win what?

Jason: shut up. aren't you fighting?

Damian: it's not that complicated a fight.

*distant gunshot*

Damian, casually, after a beat: Father?

*sounds of punching, hitting*

Bruce: yes?

Damian: how good of a mood would you say you're in?

Bruce: ...why?

Tim: i'm calling it now he got shot- you got shot, didn't you?

*silence*

Damian: tis' but a flesh wound-,

Bruce, resigned: oh my god- Robin.

Damian: you didn't watch my six.

Tim: *laughs*

Damian: it didn't even hit anywhere important,

Bruce: i don't care- just go to the batmobile and get the first aid kit, i'll be there after i finish getting the evidence i needed.

Damian: *groans*

Dick: are you guys done? because i wanna know what's on Jason's list for me.

Tim: yeah i'm- i'm also very invested in this. actually- is Damian on there?

Jason: uhhhh- yeah, by the bottom. i don't update this that much, to be fair.

Damian: what's written for me?

Jason: it just says 'looks too much like Bruce'.

Tim: *instant snickers*

Dick: wait wait- what's on there for Bruce then?

Jason: Bruce's- *laughs* ok, Bruce's has stayed the same since before i went to Ethiopia, and it's still the most evil thing he's ever done to me.

Bruce: *confused grunt*

Jason: according to the list, the meanest shit Bruce has ever done to me was when I was thirteen years old and he took me to an evening afterparty for this opera event, and i was bored as fuck with all the other rich-people kids and i wanted to go home, so to discreetly get B's attention, i texted him-,

Bruce: oh- *snort* ok i remember this.

Dick: what happened?

Jason, indignant: i texted him asking if we could go home, and this piece of shit proceeds to look at the text in the middle of this circle of people he's talking to, read the text from me OUT LOUD TO THEM, and then he looked at me across the room and yelled out 'what's wrong, chum? who don't you like, why do you wanna leave so early?'

Tim: *long noise of sympathy*

Dick: *cackling* THAT'S SO BAD????

Bruce: *another snort*

Jason: shut up Bruce. -and you wonder why we hated you; honestly.

Bruce: you were- *struggling to tamp down his amusement* you were being a handful, and that was the quickest way i could think of to make you want to be quiet.

Dick: *more cackles*

Jason: worst moment of my life to date, and i've literally been murdered.

Bruce, slightly amused: oh come now, chum, that's dramamtic.

Jason: IT'S NOT THOUGH??? IT'S PUBLIC HUMILIATION!

Tim: *wheeze*

Damian: *hiss of pain* oh- woooaaahhhhhh,

Dick, still snickering: -uh, Dami?

Damian: hm? oh, sorry, no, carry on, don't mind me- *under his breath* huh, that's cool.

Bruce, slightly concerned: Robin, where are you? i thought i told you to wait in the car.

Damian: i am in the car.

Bruce: then what are you doing?

Damian: taking out the bullet i got shot with.