Jason refusing to admit that Bruce and him are alike, while Bruce being oblivious to their raging similarity is the funniest case scenario ever.
Tim, waking up after a nap, and seeing a familiar big figure standing with his back to him: Hey, Jason.
Bruce, turning around, confused: Jason left an hour ago.
Tim: ...Sorry, you look like twins
Bruce, sighing: I wish. But we are not, really.
Tim: ??????
Some goon, shivering from fear: B-Batman, please, spare me!
Red Hood, leaving the shadow, even madder than before: Do I look like fucking Batman to you, man?
Goon: I-I mean, when you are standing in the darkness with your arms on your chest, and say "Now, talk"—
Red Hood, irritated: One word, and I am putting a bullet in your empty head.
Goon: Yesss, sir.
Damian, staring as everyone in the house first put cereal in the bowl, and then add milk, while Jason and Bruce demonstratively (and obliviously) do it in the opposite order in the perfect synchronisation: Why do they—
Alfred, shaking his head: Please, don't point it out, Master Damian. Either way, they will start arguing, and Master Jason will instantly teach himself to do it in the opposite way.
Damian, rolling his eyes: Whatever.
Dick: So, do you all know that Bruce and Jason refuse to admit that they are alike?
Everyone: (nod)
Dick, smirking: I fucked up Bruce's files and Jason's guns in the span of a minute...
Everyone: Why would you do that—
Bruce and Jason, from the opposite sides of manor, in the same furious voice: RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON
Dick: ...Just to demonstrate to you THIS. Now, if you don't mind, I'll go get back to Blüdhaven.
colour is the lifeblood of a scene. here are ways not to over-use it.
Red: cardinal, coral, crimson, flaming, maroon, rose, wine, brick red, burgundy, carmine, cerise, cherry, chestnut, claret, copper, dahlia, fuschia, garnet, geranium, infrared, magenta, puce, ruby, russet, rust, salmon, sanguine, scarlet, tition, vermilion, roseate, rubicund, ruddy, rubescent, florid
Orange: apricot, tangerine, merigold, cider, ginger, bronze, cantaloupe orange, clay, honey, marmalade orange, amber
Yellow: blond, chrome, cream, gold, ivory, lemon, saffron, tawny, xanthous, sandy
Green: grassy, leafy, verdant, emerald, aquamarine, chartreuse, fir, forest green, jade, lime, malachite, mossy, pea green, pine, sage, sea green, verdigris, willow, spinach green, viridian
Blue: azure, beryl, cerulean, cobalt, indigo, navy, royal blue, sapphire, teal, turquoise, ultramarine
Purple: violet, indigo, lavender, lilac, mauve, periwinkle, plum, violet, amethyst, heliotrope, mulberry, orchid, pomegranate purple, wine, amaranthine, perse, violaceous, reddish-blue
the more i love him the more he'll suffer tbh
Would I be able to use this as a prompt for a fic? I am having a vision and I think I'm seeing your vision
Klance as if "pining loser X cool guy" except both of them think the other is the cool one
Character who goes from :D to 'leave me the fuck alone' because they are so traumatized by The Horrors
do u guuys remember how huge lovebug was. back in ye days.
'i should draw' 'i should paint' 'i should write fic' 'i should read' 'i should embroider' 'i shou-
*stares at a wall for 8 hours*
When the League meets Baby Robin(Dick), they are genuinely surprised, as it seems impossible that Batman is raising this little ray of sunshine who appeared from between his cape and then proceeded to greet them with the brightest smile they've all ever seen, completely adoring Superman, saying how great Wonder Woman is, and actually laughing at Barry's jokes.
Bruce takes care of his work, but occasionally stops to, in fact, help Robin who is trying to do his English homework. The other members also help out, of course.
So, Hal arrives at the Watchtower, and Robin, seeing the man his dad mentor has been so grumpy about because of the last meeting they had (Hal doesn't understand that Batman is the best at his job and is the one giving directions for a reason, duh!), decides he will exact revenge.
He carries on a normal conversation with the man just as he did with everyone else, subtly leading the topic until Hal falls into the trap:
Hal: What about your mom? I can't imagine anyone putting up with the old bat.
He speaks with all mockery, but then his smile freezes when he sees the tremor in the little boy's shoulders.
Dick: *shuddering and holding back a little sob* my mummy died in front of me a few months ago.... I...
Hal is pale now, because the child actually sobs, and runs off to hide in the cape of Batman, who was now standing, ready to stitch up his child.
He's not the only one, Superman and the others are already there too, looking at him angrily because he made the little bean cry.
Hal is in a panic.
And if he sees how the boy smiles at him when no one is looking, sticking his tongue out at him while moving his lips to send him the message "Don't bother my dad", no one would ever believe him, not while the little boy is now clinging to Batman tightly as he slowly blinks away tears that not even the best actors could ever pull off.
Only Hal knows the devil behind that angel face.
Batman knows it too, but he adores his precious little demon.