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On Bruce's birthday, Jason gifts him a self-made intellectual game in a "resolve this case" style that contains a secret prize. And Bruce? Bruce loves it. He always likes resolving mysteries (you have no idea how many times he reread Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christi) and it is finally so refreshing to work on something... fun and not threatening others' lives! And there will be another prize as a reward? That's great! Brilliant, even.

The problem? Bruce absolutely overthinks the whole thing and instead of finding an obvious answer, he starts plotting insane theories and spiralling in the rabbit hole.

Jason, slightly anxious but hopeful: So, had you resolved it? Did you find what was the victim's last words? Bruce, running on 55 cups of coffee, with a mischievous glint in his eyes: Oh, Jaylad, don't even start. I am thinking between the theory regarding Russian spies and involvement of Epstein. Jason, double-checking his father's state, with smile switching on growl: What.

Bruce is so entertained and sucked into the drama of the fake case that he doesn't even realise that Jason is awfully close to throwing the whole tantrum. Because he didn't just put all his heart into this stupid surprise answer for Bruce to went in a complete opposite direction???

Dick, amused: He is so distracted that he refused going patrolling today and sent us. I can't. This is hilarious. Jason, kicking rocks in frustration: I might as well kill Joker while he is at it. He probably won't even notice. Damian: So, Todd, what is the secret surprise that you are so... hysterical? Jason: Nothing! It is nothing! I don't care! Tim, who looked at the case once and figured the answer out instantly: Yeah, buddy, that's rough.

Jason, a one week after, sitting on the tea ceremony with Alfred: Let me guess, old man is still hadn't figured out the mystery behind the case? Alfred: I am afraid he went... slightly aboard with the capacity of his imagination, master Jason. Now, if you allow me to ask... What was the surprise hidden in the victim's last words? Jason, sniffling: It was supposed to be "I love you, Dad. Can I return home?" Alfred: Alfred: You want to say that I could have my grandson back home a week ago, and we could already arrange and decorate you a new room, and have you over on every dinner, if your father wasn't this... complicated? Jason: Uh, I guess? Jason: Also, why did you just call him my father and not master Bruce... Alfred, standing up to take a riffle: Right now he is not my master. Just your father. Jason: Uh, Alfie????

I'm not crying. You're crying!

CLONES IN SUITS | CAPTAIN REX POV: The Clone Wars were finally over β€” the Republic had won, Palpatine was gone, and Coruscant was basking in revelry. Clones, at last, were granted citizenship. On a secluded balcony of the Senate Building, Rex lifted you off your feet, spinning you as his laugh β€” real, unguarded β€” echoed against the night sky. When he set you down, he pulled you against his chest, breathing you in like the first breath of a new world.

"Finally, my brothers are free," he whispered against your lips, his voice cracking. "Cyar'ika...I'm free."

Version without shadows:

Inspired by "Go the Distance" from HerculesπŸ’™

The captain is finally done <3 Next on the list for the clones in suits series is Bad Batch Echo! xoxo Might be a little slow since Celebration is approaching but he will come! 😊

For a look at which clones I've made so far, check out this link!

the only reason Jason agrees to back down into more of a vigilante figure rather than a crime lord thing is because he’s becoming painfully aware that tim has a track record of copying him and he knows Red Hood is next in line to be stolen, and he doesn’t want to be the reason the absolute terror that would be tim as a crime lord/villain hitting the streets of gotham ever becomes a reality. he hates bruce but not THAT much

Presenting Alpha-17 being the cool dad older brother by telling stories and instructing the CC Batch (plus Rex and Baby Boba) on how to out-sass any Natborn they may encounter!

One of my favorite tragic O66 headcanons is that Ayala was pregnant when Bly and the rest of her men shot her.

Double angst points if Bly gets freed of the chip later and has to face the fact that not only did he kill the love of his life, but also their baby and their future. Whether or not he knew about the pregnancy before O66 or he learned about it after, it doesn't matter. All his hopes and dreams turned to ash.

Triple angst points if Aayla told Bly right before the campaign about the pregnancy and he decided then and there to bring more men than usual to protect her and the baby.

Tim and Bruce getting into an argument bcs Tim demands to be independent and NOT get involved in the mess of being a legal part of the Wayne family, and Bruce being final on the fact that Tim is FIFTEEN and needs a legal guardian. out of spite Tim asks the person he thinks Bruce would approve of as a guardian the least to sign some guardian papers.

Tim: you don’t have to do anything parental i just REALLY wanna make Batman mad and i get the sense that our wishes align on that specific aspect so if you could just sign here for shits and giggles-

Red Hood:

Red Hood, rapidly changing his plans on how to deal with getting revenge on Bruce because his replacement is actually kinda hysterical: if we’re doing this we’re fucking doing it right, kid

Bruce shows up to Tim’s next parent teacher conference because hey just because he’s being given the silent treatment over this whole adoption thing doesn’t mean he’s going to slack off on his parental duties, only to freeze in the doorway because Tim Drake-Hood is stood there with his shiny new CRIME LORD LEGAL GUARDIAN giving him the most SHIT EATING GRIN POSSIBLE, and he almost has a panic attack on the spot.

Jason’s really getting into this whole caretaker thing. he’s doing school runs, delivering home cooked meals to Drake manor, helping with homework, this was his fucking CALLING. Tim is having the time of his life because him and Hood actually get along really well, but then he realises two weeks in that it turns out Hood is actually Jason fucking Todd, and he has to deal with the existential crisis of causing the very thing he was trying to stop because he is now technically a legal child of the Wayne family.

out of embarrassment for the fact that he failed and amazement at the fact that he’s bonding so well with Bruce’s dead kid and his own childhood hero (who is now a badass crime lord that lets him call for advice about english assignments while organising drug runs and picks up batburger on his way home from weapon shipments, seriously what more could Tim want in a parent), Tim somehow becomes even more invested in hiding Red Hood’s identity than Jason is.

Bruce has just been in a constant state of panic for the past three months and he doesn’t know what to fucking do. Dick was concerned for Tim up until he demanded to have dinner with him and his new β€˜guardian’ to vet the guy and Jason, who stopped caring about his identity when he realised how much being a working dad agrees with his mental health and is only actively keeping his identity from Bruce for Tim’s pride’s sake, takes off his helmet to eat and Dick stares at him frozen for fifteen minutes across the table before finally pointing at the two and saying β€˜you know what? he didn’t even tell me Jason was dead until after the funeral. whatever the fuck’s going on here? he has it coming. proceed.’

So, there won't be a story today because I pulled a muscle in my neck, and life hurts, but I have an idea.

Demon!Clones.

Yes, yes. I've posted about it before. But just imagine.

  • Commander Fox, the Kitsune, always with a cocky smirk on his face and causing trouble everywhere he goes.
  • Commander Wolffe, the wolf demon, who leads his pack the same way he runs his battalion. Which is fine because his pack is his battalion.
  • Commander Monnk, the siren, who spends 50% of his time luring people to their deaths but spends another 50% of his time on shore lounging in the sun and joking with his many brothers.
  • Commander Thorn, the lightning demon. Whose hair bleaches due to exposure and has lightning crackling through his hair when he's excited or angry.
  • Slick, the Tanuki demon, who can't help getting into trouble with his batchmates because it's their nature.

Just imagine how different they all could be and all of the interesting stories that could be written.

I love playing with AUs so much, lol

Couldn’t help myself and I did Wolffe as Kouga

He's perfect~

And exactly what I was thinking when I made this post this morning, lol

Teenage Damian: Father, I have something very important to tell you. Richard has assured me it will not change your view of me, and I am holding you to that.
Bruce, thinking another kid is coming out: of course Damian. You are my kid, that will not change
Damian: *nods and takes a deep breath*
Damian: As you are aware, there has been a concerning increase of bats and they have risked disturbing the signals and various memorabilia due to them
Damian: There are more that are flying or stationing themselves around lower to the ground, and I have overheard you and Gordon wondering if they are diseased or rabid.
Bruce, officially lost: hn
Damian: The reason there's been an uptick of bats inside the main part of the cave is due to me feeding and befriending them
Bruce:
Damian: They prefer kiwi and strawberries

Bruce: *heavy sigh* you know what, that's ok, son. I know you have a deep love of animals, let's just try to not get them too dependent on you or they may struggle out in the wild later... *chuckles to himself* you know, I almost thought you were going to come out to me or something.

Damian: why would I do that?

Bruce: wel-

Damian: I don't need your approval *walks off like a boss*

I'm back thinking about demon!clones.

Specifically, I'm thinking about demon!Fox. Like, yes. Usually, this is attached to the Alphas or the Nulls for me, but I'm being soft for Fox today.

So, imagineβ€”

You're a researcher on Kamino, bullied into it by a family member. The men brought in for research can only he called demons. Though they're not all the same, for all that they look similar.
Horns, tails, scales, furβ€”you've seen every combination and then some.
But you have to admit, you have a favorite.
His name is Fox, and you have to admit it's rather on the nose. If you had to compare him to anything, it would be the kitsune of myths.
Tricky and cunning and with a knack for illusions, Fox has been a headache for the researchers since day well.
Well, everyone but you.
Speaking of said man, "Why are you ignoring me?" Fox demands as he presses his brush into your hand and drapes his tails across your lap, "You said you'd brush out the mats."
"Why do you even have mats," you demand in turn, even as you turn your attention to his tails and start gently brushing them.
"Because I want your attention,"
"You are shameless."
His grin is all teeth, "I know." And then you yelp when he turns and buries his face in your neck, twisting himself in such a way that you can't reach his tail anymore.
"Fox!"
The noise he releases as he drags his nose down your neck is almost sinful, "You smell so nice, I'm gonna keep you."
"What do you mean by that?" You ask, amused, your hands instinctively moving to card through his curls.
"Don't worry about it. You'll be kept safe."

absolutely obsessed with Jason and Tim being the family psychologists that spend 90% of their time together just getting into long debates and discussions about the personalities and mental issues of everybody in the family. they will meet up at Jason’s apartment twice a week for takeout and a 2 hour conversation on how Damian might be so obsessed with the Robin mantle because the dynamics of the league make him think that family should be a business and if he cant work as a vigilante he’ll be abandoned. every stakeout they do together ends up with them getting distracted talking about Dick and his obsession with red heads. they’ve let multiple people go during these stakeouts bcs they’ve gotten side tracked when they then start discussing if Jason’s childhood issues and strained relationship with Dick somehow influenced HIM to befriending Dick’s old pals so often, and they get so fascinatingly into it that the guy they were waiting for just. slipped right by them.

nothing is off limits between these two when they start talking about mental health and family issues. they’ll compare Tim’s abandonment-independence from the Drakes to Jason’s caretaker habits from his dug addicted mother. there have been 3 hour phone call conversations about the loa and how it fucked with Jason’s perception of Bruce that then get turned into 4 hour face to face discussions about how Tim’s opinion of Bruce rapidly declined because of Jason’s death and how he handled it. they rehash how Bruce has effected every single bat child about 12 times and they still never get tired of it.

it’s not even about therapy or coming to terms with trauma. these two bitches just love dissecting family drama and psychology within the Waynes. every now and then during dinner somebody will make a fairly casual remark that has nothing to do with anything and Jason and Tim will make eye contact across the table because they KNOW they’ll be tearing that apart at a later date. what I’m saying is english-enthusiast Jason Todd and stalker-genius Timothy Drake are 100% the gossip scientists of the family, and the Waynes are their lab rats being observed for their own entertainment

So it looks like today is all about the same face gods au I'm hopping on the train and bringing you Fives the God of truth or conspiracy and maybe his priestess is like a journalist that is constantly getting in trouble for asking all the right questions to the wrong people.

That's my stop enjoy the rest of your travels

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Journalistic Integrity

Summary: As an Investigative Reporter your integrity and your reputation are all you have. While investigating a small story about people getting kicked off their land, you stumble over a story that might very well be the story of a lifetime.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Prompt: Same Faced Gods AU

Word Count: 2166

Warnings: None, really

A/N: So, I don't know if this was a request or if you just wanted to talk about it. In any event, here's the story that the idea gave me. I hope you like it!

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Save me. Save me, cunty father and son who never acknowledge each other as such and get stoned together while casually running one of Gotham's most powerful crime empires and who may also beat the shit out of each other from time to time because they both suffer from anger issues and have a history of violence but they also care about each other in a terrible, horrible, dysfunctional way because they share a similar desperation for family that Gotham tore away from them both. Save me.

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Bruce: we will continue to utilize the Batmobile, of course. But we needed an upgrade and we got one. Introducing-
Bruce [pause-for-dramatic-effect Wayne]: the Bat-tank
Dick:
Jason:
Tim:
Steph:
Cass:
Damian:
Duke: fine, I'll say it- that's just an armored minivan
Bruce: what? It's not-
Jason: It has sliding doors
Bruce: for efficiency and convenience-
Dick: i think it's neat! But... yeah, not really a tank
Steph: very spacious, yet very compact, very on brand for a mom with 6-9 kids
Bruce: it has all of the features and capabilities of the Batmobile-
Damian: Father, I for one admire your priority, practicality is far more important than being fashionable.
Bruce: i, wha- It very clearly has lasers and it's bullet-proof! How is that unfashionabl- I know my brand!
Tim: aww, enough cup holders for the whole family, very thoughtful, Bruce
Bruce: The Bat-tank WILL strike fear into the enemies of Gotham!
Jason: our enemies will see us speeding at 700mph and assume you're late to your kid's soccer game
Bruce: Okay! Okay, so we needed a family car, but this isn't-
Cass: Recital
Bruce: *gasp* OH, we're going to be late for Cass's dance recital, everyone in the van!
Dick: I thought it was a tank-
Bruce, glaring: Cass gets shotgun since she's the only one who respects the Bat-tank!
Cass: yes... very scary *pats Bruce's arm affectionately*
Bruce: Hurry up, everyone! Duke, the backseats unfold if you press the button underneath-
Duke: yeah I know how minivans work
Bruce: It's not-
Bruce:
Bruce: oh no.
Dick: there's the moment of realization we were waiting for
Bruce, whispering: It IS a minivan.
Tim: can we go to Bat Burger after this?
Damian: Seconded
Jason: yes thank fuck I'm starving
Dick: Language! Here, little D, you can sit by me
Steph: ugh, why do I have to sit in the middle?
Duke: this thing comes with chargers, right, Bruce?
Bruce: I'm... I'm a minivan mom.
Cass, smiling: Our minivan mom
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