i love these normal teens
Danny, working as a cashier: Can I help you?
Tim half-deranged: Please I just want a cup of coffee
Danny squinted, then pulled out a binder: I'm sorry, sir, but you are on the Don't Serve Coffee list. I can offer you some tea instead-
Tim: NO. THIS IS THE FIFTH PLACE. BRUCE CAN'T OWN YOU ALL!
Danny leaning in to whisper: Look, man, I can't give you coffee under the cameras. Meet me in the back alley in twenty minutes and I'll get you a coffee. Bring Cash.
Tim: how much? Five hundred, six hundred or hell even a thousand? I'll bring whatever you want.
Danny: Chill dude, it's a cup of coffee. Three dollars is fine.
Tim: It's not just any coffee! It's my favorite brand and Bruce bought them out just to make sure they wouldn't sell to me anymore!
Danny: okay okay, this coffee means a lot to you. I get it. Twenty minutes alright?
Jason three weeks later in Bat cave: Tim's on drugs! I've caught him trading cash for small containers in a shady alley six times. We need an intervention.
Dick: What?! I thought that was his boyfriend!
Bruce: I also thought that was Tim boyfriend but if it's a drug dealer we have to help him.
Tim hiding in the shadows: shit.
Tim texting Danny: If anyone asks your my secret boyfriend who been making me teas in allies
Danny: who the hell would believe that? But I've had a boring week, so yeah, I'm down to be a pretend boyfriend.
Jason: *in Dick‘s body*
Jason: I feel awful. What is wrong with your body???
Tim: *absolutely obliterating a punching bag in Jason‘s body*
Dick: *looks affronted at Jason in his body*
Dick: My body is fine! What do you mean??? You aren‘t the one who needs to consume an unholy amount of caffeine to function!
Jason: I feel like someone is about to push me off a fucking cliff, Dickhead.
Dick: *grins suddenly*
Dick: Ohhhh. Lemme fix that for you, Little Wing.
Dick: *walks up to Jason and hugs him tightly*
Jason: *relaxes before tensing up*
Jason: WAIT. YOU NEED HUGS TO FUNCTION?!?!
(Next fic is in the works! o7 It isn’t the one I had originally planned cuz my brain went brrr. Have a good one, my lovely birdwatchers! <3)
((Edit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59545189/chapters/151862587 ))
“…why?”
“I’m telling you, they make the best bread I’ve ever had in my fucking life.”
“Can I help?”
“So you’re a villain, but you only want to take over this small village?” “Yep.” “You don’t have any plans to take over anywhere else?” “Nope.”
when Duke needs backup in a fight he uses his powers to blast bat-signal-esque signs into the sky to call for whatever sibling is best suited for the job. each sibling hates their calling sign, and even worse, they actually have to respond to it because Duke only uses them when he’s like three minutes away from dying so they literally have no choice, like if their symbol shows up they have to fucking BOLT over there regardless of the indignance or Duke will not make it
Jason: the middle finger emoji
Damian: a somehow detailed image of the Boss Baby
Dick: just the word ‘slut’ in bubble letters
Tim: the red robin restaurant logo, complete with ‘gourmet burgers and brews!’ underneath
Steph: a taco, in reference to a time when she was drunk one night and Tim got on video her chasing down a moving taco truck insistently only to face plant into the side of it when the driver finally stopped to let her buy one
Cass: her regular symbol, because shes the only one he respects completely and it drives the others insane to have one sibling un-harassed
Bruce doesn’t have one because he refuses to call for Bruce. Alfred has one, a shotgun, although it’s never been used, and it pisses Bruce off to no end.
It’s always nice meeting fans while out on patrol 🤗
@batbirdies honestly this SOUNDS like something your Jason would say
People said that Tumblr isn't a great place to post original art that isn't fanart, but I'm doing it anyway because I haven't got the motivation to draw anything else
from an aroace potato :)
Bruce, at a neighborhood gathering, talking to Jack Drake: Where's Janet?
Jack: Oh, she's sitting down. Carrying a baby all day really tires you out. Speaking of which, you haven't met Timothy yet!
Jack, stealing Tim from Janet to show him to Bruce: Look at this piece of heaven that came down just for us!
Baby Tim: bah •_-
Bruce: ...
Bruce, mentally: Yeah, I need to take him home. I need to raise that thing. He's perfect.
- years later-
Bruce, at Jack’s funeral with Tim at his side: I was playing the long game, idiot.
Tim, through tears: What..?
Bruce, putting an arm around him: Nothing, sweetheart.