You Know The Dread You Feel When You See The Villain/monster Of A Horror Movie Just Standing Out In The

switcheroo part 2 electric boogaloo (soundwave edition)

for those of you who were wondering, yes soundwave is still the most loyal hes just a flamboyant conniving megalomaniac, and yes starscream is still traitorous hes just calculating and methodical and very very patient

part 3

Divorced dads Optimus and Megatron have to spend Christmas together for their sons. Chaos ensues.

Even Amazons adore Robin

Wonder Woman rushed into the Amazon kingdom holding a precious little boy in a red and yellow costume. She placed him on the floor and he looked around amazed at the golden kingdom.

Hippolyta (crossing her arms): Diana, why is there a man in my kingdom?

Robin!Dick (9): You said your name was Wonder Woman.

Diana: Thanks mother, he knows my name! He's not a man, he's a precious little boy and hero.

Diana picked up Robin and hugged him tightly making him smile.

Diana: I'm not babying you am I?

Robin!Dick: I'm not complaining, my mom died so this is nice. Can I introduce myself?

Diana (placing Robin on the ground): Oh, yes go ahead. Mother, Amazon sisters you'll love this.

Robin walked up to the tall muscular Amazon queen, he waved then saluted.

Robin!Dick: Hi, I'm Robin! I can do flips and tricks.

One of the Amazon warrior covered her mouth, hiding her smile.

Hippolyta (sighing while closing her eyes): Zeus damn it, he's adorable.

Diana (simpering): See! Mother, he's innocent. His... Batman has gone mad. I have to snap him out of it, but he is out for blood and I will not let him hurt this child. He'll being staying here.

Hippolyta: He will not-

Diana: Fantastic you agree. I shall return in a few hours. Stay safe young warrior and mother feed them!

With that, Diana raced out of the throne room to retrieve her new lasso of truth and some other weapons. Hippolyta raised her arms confused at what just happened.

Hippolyta: I'm babysitting a human child and it's not even my grand baby.

Robin!Dick: Ma'am, I'm hungry, you got any chef boyarde? Or crayons? I can eat crayons.

Amazon warrior: Is this what they're like before turning into Zeus?

Hippolyta (tapping the top of her forehead): I have no idea anymore. There's some leftovers from a banquet last night, you can eat that.

Robin nodded with a smile and followed the queen to the kitchen.

Hippolyta: Crayons, I'm not sure what that is but doesn't seem safe to consume.

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Canon. Change my mind

Robin era Jason, who's going after the Riddler with Batman, and one of the Riddles is some kind of literary reference, so Jason solves it easily but when he gets to the location the riddle hinted at, it's wrong????

And it haunts him the whole time until they finally catch the Riddler and Jason gets to ask him about it before he gets locked up again, and turns out the Riddler just confused two diffrent barely similar quotes or something.

And Jason LOSES HIS MIND.

HE LOST SLEEP OVER THIS??! THIS?!?! HE THOUGHT HIS KNOWLEDGE WAS WRONG HE HAD TO REOPEN THE ORIGINAL NOVEL, HE'S BEEN CARRYING ON HIM FOR THE REST OF THE INVESTIGATION JUST IN CASE-

Anyways Batman barely manages to save the Riddler from getting a papercover volume shoved down his throat.

the thing is, if Bruce plays his cards right, he could get all of his kids in leadership and/or hereditary positions in all of the major superhero, vigilante, and business organizations in the world.

Damian - Head of the League of Assassins, hereditary title from his Mother and/or Grandfather.

Dick - Leader of the Titans, and then potentially the Justice League later. Head of WE’s fundraising arm briefly. Possible option for a politically appointed GCPD or BHPD position.

Tim - takes over as Leader of the Titans when Dick moves into the JL. Head of Wayne Industries/Enterprises/Etc. Influential person to Kon-El and Lex Luthor, by proxy.

Jason - Leader of various Gotham underground organizations, crime syndicates, anywhere in the Underworld that’s useful to Bruce.

Don’t mind me, just thinking about a young, twenty-something Bruce Wayne guiding Dick’s hand as he learns to write his letters, teaching Jason how to ride a bike, putting Power Ranger stickers on Tim’s knees, leaving Tooth Fairy Money under Stephanie’s pillow, playing hide-and-seek with Cassandra, watching Damian play with dogs at the dog park, and helping Duke with his algebra homework on the kitchen counter. You know, dad stuff.

Bruce, to his Robins: You are my emotional support children.

Dick: Imma commit murder! Chandeliers are my new trapeze! Dating an alien princess sounds like a great idea!

Jason: An abandoned apartment in Crime Alley is a perfectly fine place to live! *dies* Why won’t you kill the Joker, huh? Huh?!?

Tim: Me and my friends are gonna go cause several international incidents. See ya!

Steph: So, like, what if I started a gang war?

Damian: Drake insulted Batcow’s honor! He will perish by my blade! Murder is acceptable! Can we adopt chickens?

Duke: Wdym jumping off bridges isn’t a reasonable tactic? Quit being such a buzzkill!

Bruce, sighing: …and you are also the reason I need emotional support children in the first place.

Guests at a gala notice that Brucie Wayne is surprisingly jacked. Like, a suspicious amount of muscle for a CEO who lives a life of luxury and doesn't do any physical labour. An amount of muscle that goes beyond "works out to stay fit and look good". And when he's asked about this by a gossip columnist guest he panicks (he's running on 2 hours sleep) and says "It's so I can pick up my kids!"

Now everyone is looking at his kids. Cass and Tim are tiny at 5’ 5 and 5' 7. Damian is still a kid and he's also small. Dick is bigger, but picking him up wouldn't require that much muscle. Maybe Duke, who is still growing but looks like he could be about Bruce's height when he's fully grown? Maybe him?

Then Jason officially returns from the dead. And everyone looks at the 6' 4, 260lbs walking double fridge and goes "Ahhh, ok then."

Tim, making chicken and dumpling soup, dropping a dumpling on the floor: This is sadder than the time I lost my spleen.

Bruce, choking on his coffee: Excuse me?