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big hater of people that erase bart from the narrative just to push timkon or treat him as stupid or an airhead or people that don't give time or depth to his relationship with tim or kon or cassie knowing that if it was either of them in his place people would not shut up about them
Young Justice but as text emojis, i don’t take criticism
Tim: 8|
Kon: B)
Bart: >:3
Cassie: ;P
Cissie: ^~^
Greta: X3
Anita: ,’)
Slobo: D:<
So if Speedsters can surround themselves and handle lightning just fine when they throw it and stuff, and lightning is 5 times hotter than the sun, theoretically a speedster should be able to survive on the sun. I’m Bart, and in this Ted talk-
jaybart headcanons pls
Ffs I just saw this cause tumblr didn’t notify me of any requests and I checked manually, rip. anyways, ABSOLUTELY! You’re in for a treat
• Bart has an oral fixation, which means he has a bad habit of biting the inside of his cheek or his tongue. Jason always has sucking candies (suckers, mints, life savers, etc) on him to keep him from doing that
• Jason is a classical literature geek while Bart is a comic nerd, and they often debate over plot devices used in their respective books
• Both of them have different comforts when it comes to calming a nightmare. When Jason wakes up, images of green tinted vision and uncontrollable rage pushing him to the brink of insanity, Bart knows not to touch him since that could be a trigger. Instead he sits some ways away from Jason and asks him simple questions (what colour is the sky? How old are you?) or walks him through the 5 senses trick until he’s grounded back to the present. When Bart is startled awake with a choked off scream, as he watches himself die over and over again and it feels like his body is being torn apart down to the molecular level, Jason has to hug him from behind tightly, staying silent and breathing exaggeratedly to get Bart to match to remind him that yes he’s alive and still there, not in a VR simulator or dead in the speedforce
• They don’t have constant contact with each other since their schedules are very different and both of them have missions at different times, so all of their texts are spread far apart and never say a typical ‘hi’ or ‘miss you’. Most consist of complaints about their day or a sudden random thought (“your brother is being a real dick, pun intended, planning on pranking him. How does he feel about paint in his hair?”) the other won’t see or reply for hours but they are perfectly content with that, they still see each other in person often enough.
• Bart has a way of getting Jason to do absolutely anything and it’s not by batting his ridiculously pretty doe eyes like one might think (though that is one method) Bart just challenges Jason into bets or trades and Jason caves cause his competitive, chaotic side wins over every. Single. Time.
• Bart doesn’t hold it against Jason not getting along with the rest of the bats like people typically do. (Mostly cause Bart’s got his own issues he needs to iron out with the flashfam even if him and Wally are on semi decent terms now) Even though Tim is one of his best friends, he listens to Jay’s complaints without bias and laughs at the dramatic retellings of their outings
• Similarly, Jason doesn’t hold Bart’s villain heritage over him like a lot tend to do when they find out about it. (Seeing as most of his family has some sort of bad blood) and he encourages Bart to reach out to his brother (Owen) despite him being a rogue (cause Bart deserves some family damnit!)
I have more but I didn’t want to overdo it in one. <3
[ Just some small practice writing snippit I wrote with adult Bart/Preston ]
It’s always the little things in life that remind you of what you miss the most. For Bart, it was the sunrise.
It’s trivial, something that happens every day, but no matter how early he has to be up, he’s always right there watching the sun come up over the horizon. Sometimes from different places around the world for a new angle or view.
No one really notices, or if they did no one asked why. Bart does a lot of strange things that are inexplainable, people stopped questioning him a long time ago. But staring at the sun coming up? That was special, something only for himself.
That’s how it started anyways. Later on he did more and more things for the same reasons, but again, nobody asked. Well, not until now.
“Where did you go this morning?” Preston asks into his next bite of eggs over the breakfast table. Bart was distracted pouring himself a glass of orange juice that it caught him by surprise.
“What?” He didn’t need to hear it again, he knew what Preston was asking, but it was jarring having someone call him out on it. He’d been doing this same routine since he was 15, and only now was it actually spoken aloud.
“It’s just, you got up super early and left for half and hour.” Preston ducks his head, embarrassment seeping into his voice as he adds. “Not that I was keeping track of you like a weirdo, I just woke up when you went out.”
“Oh.” Bart mutters with baited breath. They sit in more awkward silence before he actually caught up to his thoughts. He’d never actually sat down and explained this, but if he was going to trust anyone with this, it was Preston.
“I was watching the sunrise.” Bart smiles a bit and picks up his glass, sipping slowly at it.
“You got up that early just to watch the sunrise?” Preston gapes at him like he couldn’t comprehend what he was hearing. “Is that some kind of daily ritual from the future I’m not getting?”
Bart chuckles and sits down in the chair opposite of the blond, tangling their legs under the table out of habit. “Sort of? I’ve always done this. Growing up in Virtual Reality, I never had real people or experienced real things, like feel the breeze or smell the fresh air. I didn’t even know that I was missing those things until Grandma rescued me.”
“For a while I had the mindset of being in virtual reality. I didn’t find things dangerous cause there was always a reset button before. I took things for granted.” He chews on his lip with a furrow slowly creasing his brows. Preston reaches across and twines their fingers, squeezing his hand comfortingly with a reassuring smile.
Bart answers back with his own smaller grin, falling a little bit more for this blond idiot. “I never knew my parents, not until mom came and brought me to the future with her for that short time.”
“I remember that.” Preston recalls quietly. “You two were practically twins, I was so shocked when I met her.”
“You were also starstruck.” Bart chuckles, stroking small circles into Preston’s hand with his thumb.
“Only because I was a closet case with the biggest crush on you. I was presented with a girl version of my best friend who I was in love with, my head made weird connections.” Preston grumbles, kicking Bart’s shin under the table.
“Right.” Bart smiles fondly, nudging his foot back. “Anyways, even if I couldn’t be with her long, and I likely won’t be able to see her again, she’s.. She used to call me sunshine. Watching the sunrise is like my way of holding on to her memory.”
Thing go quiet again, companionable silence instead of the awkward interval. Preston had that calculating look in his eyes and Bart watches him think, committing every detail of his face to memory like he could lose that too.
Preston lost his mother when they were kids too, in a way, if you could consider her a mom. It wasn’t the same situation but Bart could tell that he understood. Maybe that was the reason he felt so comfortable telling this to Preston, he got it. He met Meloni, and not many people had got that chance before she had to go back to their time and ward off the evils of that world.
“Can I go with you tomorrow?” Preston finally asks, and the surprise almost threw Bart back.
“You want to watch with me?” No one’s ever done that, how would that even go? Would it be the same? Would that give it a different meaning? So many unknowns and yet all Bart could do was nod with a shy smile.
The next morning they both got up and left in total silence, still in their pyjamas. Bart carried Preston out to the cliffs, his favorite spot for watching, and they sat in the dew covered grass waiting for the sun.
“You know, I bet she looks at the sun too and thinks of you.” Preston says randomly after some time. Bart stares at him with absolute wonderment, his vision going blurry as they watered.
“Yeah.” Bart smiles, wiping at his eyes and turning his head to catch the first rays of light peeking through. He was right, watching it with someone did give it different meaning.
HAWAIIAN SHIRT BUDDIES!
Idk the reason I always think of Bart with 80s wear but-
It fits for some reason
Jason Todd 🤝 Bart Allen =
Risking it all for their best friends
[The first image is showcasing an exerpt from 'NEW52 RedHood and the Outlaws 1' where Jason (Right) is breaking Roy (left) out of a heavily guarded prison that could have ended in his capture or subsequent second death]
[In the second image is a scene from 'Impulse (1995) issue 6' Where Bart learns the his best friend Preston is being abused by his mother while in costume and is fully about to talk to the Vice Princible and Authorities about what he'd seen, giving away his secret identity in the process.]
DC?? With actual recognition to mental health issues???
It’s a sprocking miracle
Oh. Oh Bart actually having PTSD from having died and getting flashbacks about his death. Oh. I like that. Still hate that they OoCed the Rogues into killing a child, but at least they don’t just have Bart shrug off his death.
BART OWEN CONTENT YES YES YES FINALLY DAY FULFILLED
5th batch of ko-fi doodle comms; if you're interested, check the deets here!
[ID: 4 doodles drawn with a brush pen.
Simon Blackquill laughs.
Harry Wells holds a mug of coffee, posture relaxed.
Tim Drake wears Conner Kent's leather jacket; Kon nuzzles his cheek against Tim's head.
Owen Mercer and Bart Allen eat fast food at a table while talking.
End ID.]
PART ONE AND TWO OF WARM BODIES: posting this again cause duh, self promotion luvs 💕💅✨
Do you love angst? Do you love boys in love? Do you Love fix-it and MORE angst? READ THEM
He’s running in the 90’s ⚡️⚡️
I LOVE A LIL GUYYY THAT RUNNNNNS
Can we just talk about how adult Bart from the 80s comics was buffer than superman?? I feel like a lot of people gloss over this
Look at this mans
Who gave him the right to have biceps ON his biceps?
If you look closely his 6 pack have individual 6 packs on each ab
His hands are bigger than his head
And are those fucking brass knuckles made INTO his suit??
If you’re wondering if it’s possible to be a twink AND himbo at the same time, yes. This is proof
I’d like to think that in Iris’s explanation to a newly not VR sedated Bart that she failed to mention that in the past, cops aren’t villains (only by a hair tho) and so when he goes and meets everyone it’s all fine and dandy for a while.
But something happens that isn’t superhero level where like say, Someone breaks into their house and they don’t know who (idk random crime stuff) and Max says he’s calling the cops. Bart immediately just starts SOBBING these angry tears, blabbering about how “I can’t believe you’d sell me out?? I thought you loved me why would you bring them here?” And it took Max so long to calm him down enough to tell him that the cops weren’t the bad guys and that was the first clue Max ever got into what Bart’s past was like in the future.
OR ALTERNATIVELY Barry (and this is still around the time Bart Idolises him cause they haven’t interacted much at this point, before he figured out Barry distanced himself from Bart personally) makes a casual mention about his job while Bart snuck away to Central to learn more about his freshly resurrected Grandpa. “I work in CCPD, but not as a Cop, just the crime scene analyst.” And he’s suddenly very confused cause Bart is completely pale and wide eyed with fear, shaking slightly as he makes an excuse about finishing his homework and speeding back to Manchester. That’s the first time he’s ever seen Bart afraid and it was directed at him. Needless to say, he never talked about his job around Bart ever again.
T H I S
PLZ IM IN LOVE WITH UR ART STYLE
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa another Bart love him smsmsm @crashcitycentral I adore you please 😭😭😭💕💕💕
OKay but what if Owen was born first? What if when Digger got sent through time, he didn't go so far and he met Meloni BEFORE she and Don fell in love? What if Owen was raised by Meloni? And Don was his step dad? And when Bart was born, and Don was killed, the same lab that had Bart in the VR simulation kept Owen captive. And when Iris broke Bart out, she got both of them? And while she told Bart about his Thawne/Allen lineage, and about his Grandpa Barry, she also told Owen about his father, his real father? What if they were sent back in time together, and Owen protected his little brother? He tells Bart stories about the father he never got the chance to meet, and things about their mother Bart didn't get the chance to know. That when Max took Bart in, he went to find Digger? What if They already knew each other, and Bart was Impulse and Owen was Captain Boomerang Jr? That Bart never fought the Rogues and refused to bring any of them in because of it, and Owen may help rob banks and pull heists, but he wouldn't lay a hand on them Flashers. Those are Family. That every time he and Bart see each other, it's just a nice brother reunion and catching up.
And then Thad comes along and Owen being a big dumb himbo boy, goes ":0 Bart NEW BROTHER :D" and adopts the kid on the spot. Thad, never having a place ever or any kind of positive connection in his thousand years of life just accepting defeat, cause “maybe this orangutang wasn't so bad, unlike my counterpart”. And Owen was like their glue that kept them from killing each other until they established an unbreakable bond. Digger adopted all of them with Max as the co-parent and now they're just a happy family.
OH, OHH SHRAP, AND THERES A WHOLE SUBCULTURE OF ONE OF THE BATBOYS BEING NEAL CAFFREY.
Y’all get ready, Jaybart is coming to the FBI. ;) I’m never letting this go now.
Dr Reid?? And the criminal informant in the white collar division?? Scandal!!!1!!11!
Just two undercover Justice League agents infiltrating the FBI who are also in love <3
Okay I cannot be the ONLY one to see the similarities of Bart and Spencer Reid. The Eidetic memory, walking fact book, socially awkward and avoidance of spotlight. A blindspot to romantic endeavours and their petty intellectual pranks. Acute sense of Justice but also a deep, burning anger. The hair, the baggy clothes. Fuck you, they’re the same person.
Okay I cannot be the ONLY one to see the similarities of Bart and Spencer Reid. The Eidetic memory, walking fact book, socially awkward and avoidance of spotlight. A blindspot to romantic endeavours and their petty intellectual pranks. Scientifically proven geniuses, masters of chess and the mind. Acute sense of Justice but also a deep, burning anger. The hair, the baggy clothes. Fuck you, they’re the same person.
New headcanon that Jason and Bart flirt with each other over coms like how Derek and Garcia from criminal minds talk over the phone.
Bart: You’ve reached the line of ‘saving your souls’. How can I help you today.
Jason: Hey, Angel, need you to track (random specific stuff) for me.
Bart: Do I get a reward if I do, hot stuff?
Better yet would be the absolute mortification of everyone else on the line and they would find it so funny.
Jason: You’re on speaker so behave.
Bart: or what? You’ll spank me?
Tim, bashing his forehead into the batdesk:
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Jason, looking Bart up and down: ‘Afternoon, gorgeous.
Bart: I have pretty eyes or beautiful thighs, only pick one to stare at at a time.
Dick: … I- I’ll just leave you two be.
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Jason: Imp, angel, tell me something I wanna hear.
Bart: you’re a statuesque God chiselled of beefy marble.
Jason: … something I don’t know.
Damian, slowly unsheathing his katana and plotting murder: Tell us about the case, you abomination.
I felt that I made too many people cry on my JayBart oneshot 'Warm Bodies', so I thought I'd rectify that with more tears. So, here's Part Two!
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Jason was angrier these days. Love and loss do that to a person. He walked around Gotham with tension in his posture, menacing intent with his every step. His gaze was hard and distant, scaring anyone to be the subject of their attention.
Even those that didn’t know him personally could tell he was very troubled. Tortured by things he’s been through, or rather went through. Haunted by a ghost of his past.
You look so grumpy today, did you accidentally drink orange juice after you brushed your teeth again? A voice whispered from the empty space beside him that used to be filled with sunshine. He didn’t answer.
Whispers went around Gotham about his drastic change. Jason was never a delicate flower, but he was so much more violent. Fights went on longer, drawn out for the satisfaction of release. Punches less pulled. Bullets wasted where they were saved and strategically shot before. More blood on his hands than ever.
His brothers tried to reach out and comfort him in one way or another, but he’d shoot down their every attempt with vehemence. They didn’t understand, they wouldn’t. How could they? How can you look at someone and tell them your entire world was ripped from you? How do you explain how vital it was to have someone at your side, and how suffocating it was when they were gone? How does he tell them he loved so deeply— mind, body, and soul— and that all those things died alongside his person?
I know what’ll cheer you up, let’s go to the library. I’ll help you find a new book to distract you. The black hole where his universe used to be speaks again, filling the space before vacuuming it away again. Jason doesn’t listen.
He doesn’t know why he can still hear his voice. Still feel his phantom touches, or see a flash of golden eyes. He didn’t care. He wanted them to stop, stop trying to replace what he lost, but he also wanted to gather everything he had left of him and never let him go again.
It didn’t matter where he went, the void would follow. It was like he could feel him walking at his side, but where he was all warmth and light, the space he left was cold and desolate. It played the imitation game well, but nothing could replace Bart.
You shouldn’t glare so much, it’ll permanently stick to your face. I think I already see frown lines. It says again, this time accompanied by a gentle breeze ghosting over his temple. A finger poking him attached to nothing.
Jason flinches back and blinks rapidly to clear the image of a teasing smile from his vision. “Stop that.” He grumbles, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, brute-forcing his way forewards like he needed the extra push to carry on.
So he does speak. What’s got you so grumpy today? Bart’s echo falls back into step with him as if nothing changed. For a moment, Jason blanks and wishes nothing ever had. He only allows himself a moment at a time to break and rebuild in the next second. A crash of tides before the Ocean calms once more.
He doesn’t answer, but that doesn’t stop the torture.
Did Bruce do something? Bart pesters, unfazed by the lack of response. No, let me guess. Dick was a dick? The soft sound of a chuckle carries on the wind and vanishes in its current. Jason ignores the stabbing pain when it almost makes him smile.
You can talk to me, you know. About anything. I’m always right here for you. But that was his problem, wasn’t it? Jason wasn’t upset at Bruce, or Dick. He was angry at the world for taking his.
He stops walking, not bothering to turn and talk to the space he knew would be empty. “But you aren’t here.” He speaks to the sky, fighting the rush of emotion that well up. “I can’t talk to you. I won’t get to ever again.” his control relinquishes and he’s left staring at the clouds, vision blurry with tears. His palms sweat, as does his forehead. His throat closes tightly, chest crushing with the weight of heartbreak.
He can’t look, not when he knows he won't see anything there.
Don’t be silly, Jay. I’m always right here. The void answers, whispering sweet nothings. Soft assurances to get him to give in to the darkness, be consumed by its nothingness. Maybe if he lets it swallow him whole, he could be with the real Bart again.
“I need you to come back to me,” Jason croaks around the lump in his throat, swaying in place as the energy is sucked out of him, leaving a hollow shell of a man that can barely stand on his own two feet.
It’s quiet for a bit, nothing but the sound of Jason’s sobs and sniffles until the darkness edges closer. Call out for me, Jay. It beckons. Come on, let it out. Yell so loud the Gods can hear you.
And he does. The very force of his anguished shout brings him to his knees. He screams until his throat is hoarse and even when it hurt, he continues. Even when he didn’t have breath in him, he pushes more and falls forwards, face pressed to the dirt. He didn’t stop until he was sure every deity out there could feel his pain and felt the guilt for taking the most precious thing the Earth had to offer him.
A crackle of thunder and flash of lightning broke through his clenched eyelids for a split second, as if Zeus himself responded to his screams. The noise was nothing compared to the rush of blood in his ears. He couldn’t feel anything except cold and alone.
This time when the void came back to comfort him, he struggled to get away. He didn’t want the chilled touch to replace the memory of Bart’s warm one. That was too far for him. He wouldn’t let that happen.
A hand reached out from the void and wiped his tears away, his eyes snapping open at the unexpected touch. It wasn’t empty. It wasn’t the breeze. It wasn’t cold.
“I’m right here.” Bart smiles through tears, stumbling into Jason’s arms and holding him so tightly they molded together. Not even air dared to get between them.
“How?” Jason struggles to find the words, but he didn’t need them to return the tight embrace with an even stronger squeeze. He didn’t need an answer, he had his world in his arms again and nothing has ever felt so right.
“You brought me back.” Bart strokes the back of his head like he used to, gently applying pressure on the back of his neck just like he’d done so many times on nights the guilt and hurt became too much. “But I never went far. You never spoke back to me.”
Jason choked on a sudden sob, tightening his arms around Bart and rocking their bodies in tandem. His speedster never left him. It was always him. It wasn’t his mind playing tricks, it was him.
“I’m sorry,” Jason begs for forgiveness, burying his face into Bart’s neck. He felt like he was on his knees in a Chapple, asking a God to forgive his digressions. The sin of love over life.
“Don’t get sappy on me now, slick. At least take me home first.” Bart jokes, and it was perfect. Jason didn’t think he’d ever hear that quick wit again. But now he has eternity to appreciate all of it all over again.
His speedster was home right here in his arms.
Warm Bodies
(Originally posted on AO3 by me/aka user CrashCityCentral)
The last thief was knocked out with a swift knee to his face and he fell limp. The distant sirens caught the vigilante’s attention and he let go of the KOd criminal’s hair, dropping him to the ground then slumped into the shadows, hoisting himself up a fire escape and to the rooftop overlooking the dark alleyway where the fight took place. He peered over the edge to the carnage he left behind; a group of 8, 6 men and 2 women, unconsciously strewed across the alley floor, all petty thefts and wanna-be big shots. He left once he made sure none of them woke back up and the police were close enough. He never bothered staying around for these moments, the police were looking for him too. He didn’t always keep his opponents alive. But, like any other corny romance novel, he met someone and they changed him. For the better, which he honestly thought was impossible until that point. He didn’t look back again and instead traveled through the city by rooftop. It was just about time to hang up his helmet for the night.
He jumped from building to building, the close proximity of the cities structures making it perfect for travel. Once he was close enough to his current safe house, he dropped down to the streets and ducked into a darker part of the backend allies where he pulled a bag from a hidden spot. He opened it, stripping his chest plate off and stuffing it inside. He then reached around his head to press two switches on either side of his helmet and slowly pull it off revealing his face. Jason Todd.
Jason slung the bag over his shoulders, now casually dressed in a tank-top and his suit pants, walking back to the main roads and towards the direction of his safe house, acting as casual as ever. This had been his constant routine. Once at the door, he pulled his keys out and unlocked a padlock that kept a latch shut. When the latch was opened he entered a six-digit code the door clicked and was pushed open. From where his warehouse was there was a glimpse of moonlight shining through the windows and now open the door, with only his shadow blocking out the only source of light in the dark room. Jason closed the door again slowly and tried not to make a sound as he locked it once more and put his keys on a nearby table. The room was a deafening silence, almost making his ears ring. It wasn’t always this quiet. He moved to hang up his gear and walked further into the house. His movements were slow, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or sore from fighting. It could be both. He let out an exhausted sigh before reaching the bedroom, moving the door handle slowly so the creaking wouldn’t disrupt the silence. There was a figure on the bed, laying there and waiting for him. It didn’t move when he came fully into the room and shut the door or took off his boots. It didn’t move until he walked over and was hovering over the bed and sat on the edge.
“Hey, Bart,” Jason said without even bothering to look at the boy laying down beside him.
“Welcome home, Jay,” Bart replied, with his usual animated grin. Though it was dark, Jason could practically see that smile. Something about the way he says it now makes it sound rehearsed. It was the same reply Jason got every time he came back, followed by the usual questions asked at rapid-fire. “How did it go? Did you kick ass? Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not hurt,” Jason said, his reply just as practiced. He didn’t bother answering the other two. He couldn’t. He just stared at the same place he zoned into when he sat down.
“You seem sad. What’s wrong?” Bart asked. Though he didn’t hear it, Jason could feel Bart move closer.
“You know what’s wrong.” The silence was too much. It was all wrong. All of it.
“What do you mean, Jay?” Bart’s voice still feigned the innocent confusion it always had.
Jason loved that about him. He loved how confused Bart got sometimes. When Bart gets too confused he gets frustrated and makes this cute pouty face and his leg bounces more violently the longer he thinks. It was just so him .
“Please don’t act like you don’t know.” Jason’s tone was nothing but pain. His voice was leveled but his mind was anything but. It’s been a long night.
“What’s wrong?” There he goes again. Those same routine lines. Those same replayed words. Those same concerned eyes.
Jason refused to look at those eyes. He knew if he did he’d cave and just accept this. But he couldn’t.
“You need to leave, Bart.” He swallowed hard, regretting the words but not taking them back either. This needed to happen. For both of them.
“I don’t understand.” the smile in Bart’s voice was gone. What was left was just concern. Jason cried.
The first few tears slipped out unannounced until they all just started pouring out. Tears and broken sobs. He wiped them away quickly, eyes screwed shut. There was a tingling sensation like someone had grazed their fingers lightly, over his cheek. His hand was so cold.
“Don’t cry, Jaybird.” Bart soothed. Jason reminded himself he couldn’t look. If he looked it became real.
“Please stop, Bart. Just go.” He rubbed his eyes. The ear-ringing silence came back. In the back of his mind, Jason knew he’d be back, just like he always is. But he was alone for now, his thoughts leaving him in peace until the next time. He opened his eyes.
Jason felt like crying again. He didn’t want to push him away, he didn’t want to tell Bart to leave. He wanted nothing more than to cave in and just collapse, letting Bart’s words soothe everything away and kiss him until he didn’t feel anything but loved. To listen to his rambles again and be praised with every villain he didn’t kill.
He wanted all of that back, he wanted his speedster.
Whatever his mind was doing to him was sick. Bart was dead. He has been for some time.
So, you converted me into Jaybart... And I was thinking about ship name. Like.. Idk, RedPulse?
Ah, welcome to the Jaybart cult, new fledgling. Glad to have you with us 😌
Now, as it is, ship names are such an intricate thing. Sometimes it’s just two names sloshed together- like Jaybart is in it’s current state- And sometimes it’s more metaphorical and whimsical.
I will say, I’ve given a little bit of thought into this topic, but I’ve yet to find a suitable conclusion. I’ve thought of funny one’s to match their personalities, and I’ve thought of cute one’s to fuel the shippers plight.
So far, I’ve got: Guns n’ roses, Nightbright, Wingpulse, Fleethood, Fast and furious, jackrabbit, and Jaypulse.
I’m extremely open to suggestions and invite comments and thoughts. I’m entirely too indecisive but I think it should be a collective ideal.
Bart, pacing around the petstore: The thing is, I have something big to tell you.
Kon, holding a bunny: You know you can say anything to me, dude. We’ve known each other since forever and there’s absolutely nothing that can dent our impenetrable bond.
Bart: I have a secret boyfriend.
Kon: You’re dead to me.
Bart: Kon—
Kon, petting the bunny for comfort: I can’t believe you. You brought me all the way down here to get hopped up on Bunny love so you could spring this on me and I wouldn’t make a scene.
Bart, nodding: yeah, pretty much.
Kon, still petting the bunny: Well, it’s working. I don’t even remember what this whole thing was about.
I love how all the Impulse fans that originated from the Young Justice tv series are crying “Bart, please. Just say fuck.” While the comic fans are crying “DC, let him say fuck!”
It’s a never ending cycle. We know how feral he is.
Bart Allen, seeking approval from a super villain, part: this happens so often
It’s funny, the way I imagine JayBart working. They aren’t one of those cute couples/friendships who get each other gifts and shower with affection. No, they call each other assholes and get into arguments about seemingly nothing, they find pleasure in each others discomfort and even more so if they are the ones to cause it. They fight over the remote and kick each other off the couch, chase each other around when the other goes to far with the playful taunts. Point out each others weaknesses but know when to call it quits. They aren’t cute or fluffy or something to coo at, they’re so much better than that. They’re just two people with asshole/sarcastic personalities that trust each other and will most likely wrestle on the living room floor in their form or affection.
Also this? This called me out cause you can guess who’s who in this scenario.
Kon: Wow, your legs look great in jeans that aren’t a size too large.
Bart: you should see me without em.
Kon:
Bart:
Kon:
Bart, taking off his prosthetic leg:
Kon, softly: Bart, no.