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Situation where Clark has formed a tentative working relationship with Batman, but somewhere in that time, Batman acquired Robin and, naturally, didn't tell him.

Clark finds out about Robin's existence when a ten year old Dick Grayson in full Robin gear breaks into his apartment at two in the morning and shakes him awake because Batman's missing and Alfred's away and Bruce taught him that, in the case of emergency, Superman was one of the only people he could trust. Bruce just didn't think to tell Clark that he was, by all means, his son's emergency contact.

Clark: -wakes up to a small boy that he's never seen or heard of before in a cape and a mask with lenses that reflect light like a cat's perched on the edge of his bed in a pitch black room-

Dick, calmly: Hey, Batman's -- stop screaming -- Batman's missing. I need help.

don't want to write I want to think very hard about my fic until it emerges from my head fully formed like athena

No bitches?

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

Bruce in a stretched out Nightwing suit:

Tim: Bruce Thomas Wayne, take that shit off NOW! Your bones are CREAKING trying to replicate Dick’s flips

Bruce: Bludhaven needs Nightwing

Tim: The seams are ripping on that costume, get out and let me put the stupid suit on, you don’t have the ass to be Nightwing

Bruce: I’ll have you know I was named sexiest man alive for three years straight! My ass is perfectly fine!

yes canonically Jason is publicly alive and says that his death was "greatly exaggerated" but I think it would be really fucking funny if he just started showing up to Wayne events one day and the whole family acted like that was normal and Jason doesn't even try to pretend he didn't spend years of his life murdering people in cold blood. Someone says something out of pocket to Damian and he very loudly says "I have Deathstroke's number, if you want that fixed" and tells drunk socialites that he and Bruce got in a fight because "No, Jason, you can't bring three guns and five different kinds of poison to a gala. No, a knife is not any better," and he thinks it's unfair. Someone asks him if he's ever killed someone and he says "Not on American soil" and everyone just has to live with prodigal son Jay Wayne being a hopefully retired mercenary/hitman

Went into record store this week and decided to slap them onto Please Please Me

I think it’d be so funny if Bruce just refuses to disclose the existence of Robin to the league. He knows it’d take less than a minute for them to form a wicked mock club against him.

Except he just? Carries Robin around. Under that endless void that is his cape. Clark pinches the stress point between his brows. “Batman, is that a child under your cape?”

“No.”

“Bruce I can HEAR his heartbeat.”

“I think the long exposure to kryptonite partially damaged your brain. There is no child here, Clark.”

“He’s literally drinking Barry’s coffee right now.”

“He’s WHAT-“

TEEHEE

some jasons and damians thats been piling up :]

(and tim and alfred the cat)