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mylitlekitten · 15 hours
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Head cannon where Tim loves to play the song "Another one bites the dust" whenever someone dies
At some point or another every single person in the bat family has died or been assumed dead. Because of this, Tim's coping mechanism is to loudly play "Another one bites the dust" throughout the Manor whenever another one of them dies (they'll be back soon anyway cause no one in that family knows how to stay dead).
Addition: Tim crashes his own funeral blasting this song
Priest: *saying whatever priestly funeral things they say*
Bat family gathered around the grave, wearing respectful funeral clothes (even Jason who Alfred had to literally drag to the funeral), heads bowed (Dick is crying---probably, you get the idea). They lift their heads as they hear loud music playing in the distance and watch as a very nice car that looks eerily like one of Bruce's sports cars pulls up. Silence falls on the gathering as they all stare at--- a very much alive---Tim, who is wearing sunglasses and is indeed driving one of Bruce's sports cars. Tim pauses the music, tipping his sunglasses down.
Tim: It's Britney, bitch!
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mylitlekitten · 9 days
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I like to imagine that if any of the Bat-Kids are out in public, whether they be getting food, shopping, patrolling, just walkin' around, whatever, that if they see the Bat-Signal pop on it's an unspoken rule between the siblings that they have to throw on their costume and try and find/deal with the trouble before Bruce gets there. Just to annoy him.
Batman: "Commissioner Gordon! I got here as fast as I could.. What's the situation?"
Commissioner Gordon: "Oh, Batman, thank you for coming.. It's alright, though, it's already been taken care of by these fellows."
*Gestures to the side where there's a couple of muggers sitting tied up next to Nightwing(He has pink, glittery shopping bags hanging all over his arms), Red Hood(He's rummaging through the bags Nightwing is holding, trying to find the black nail polish he just bought to touch up his nails after the fight), Red Robin(He's sipping a cup of coffee that he accidentally stole because he ran out of the cafe so quickly that he forgot to pay), and Robin(He's chowing down on a kids' meal from Bat-Burger)*
Batman: ...
Batman: *Subtle annoyed glare*
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mylitlekitten · 12 days
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jason: seriously grave robber —
tim: memorial case.
jason: i - hm?
tim: i robbed your memorial case, not your grave silly, you weren’t even in your grave for me to rob it!
jason: wait… did you check??
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mylitlekitten · 15 days
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Thinking about this song...
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mylitlekitten · 18 days
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the first gala
Jason was uncomfortable. His skin chafed against his stupid silk suit, his dumb tie was strangling him, and his shoes pinched his heels with every step. Worst of all- he was staring down at a crowd of Gotham's wealthiest- decked out in all their resplendent jewelry and finest clothes. It made him vaguely nauseous.
Bruce patted him on the shoulder, fingers clasping firmly for just a moment before swanning down the stairs, smiling broadly at his adoring army of socialites. It was a sickening sight. Just an hour prior, Bruce had sat with him, tied his tie, and told him what to expect. That he wouldn't be the same person at the Gala that he was when they read together. It made Jason's chest clench.
He carefully followed down the stairs, eyes locked firmly ahead, jaw clenched. Dick warned him that the snooty bastards would not be kind, that they wouldn't accept him. They hadn't accepted Dick at first, but his stupid smile and stupid charm eventually won the hearts of most of the stupid crowd. Jason exhaled deeply through his nose, he needed to stay calm.
Once he reached the main floor, his eyes strayed from their laser focus to find Bruce Brucie. The billionaire was playing his part remarkably well, an arm wrapped around a stunning blonde woman- the other gesturing with a half-empty champagne glass. The sight of Bruce downing the rest made Jason's stomach roll.
A withered hand gripped his shoulder and made him freeze in place. He followed the hand up and found the hooded eyes of one of the many rich old ladies that had popped up on Dick's PowerPoint. He distantly remembered a giant red circle and big black letters that said AVOID AT ALL COSTS.
"And what dumpster did Wayne pull you from, boy," a little bit of saliva passed her red painted lips, splattering onto Jason's face.
Jason felt a dark blush bloom across his face, turning his tan skin the color of a tomato. He shook the arm off and opened his mouth to respond, when another idiot materialized, "Leave the wretched thing alone, mother," the idiot smiled a stupid smile and Jason found himself wanting to punch those dumb perfect teeth in, "you know how sensitive Wayne gets about his charity cases."
Jason's upper lip curled up into a violent version of a grin; his ears were red, and his fists clenched. Venom pooled on his tongue but he curbed the desire to shout and curse, "I'll be goin' then."
The 'son' laughed that stupid rich fake laugh, his stupid gelled hair not moving a millimeter when he tossed his head back, "No no no, the other one did these delightful tricks," he swirled his glass of champagne, "why don't you do something amusing for us. Show us why Wayne rescued you from whatever hovel he pulled you from."
Jason felt more than saw the presence at his back, and all of a sudden, the gelled-haired idiot was on the floor, clutching his jaw with his champagne glass shattered next to him. Bruce smiled like he'd just read an article taking down Lex Luthor, "My apologies, Preston, Veronica," he shifted to partially obscure Jason, "my hand must have slipped."
And in that moment, watching an aristocrat spit blood onto the polished floor (those perfect teeth covered in red), Bruce's fine tailored suit protecting him like a shield, in a stunned silent room- Jason smiled a real smile for the first time that night.
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mylitlekitten · 20 days
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Grammarly can shut up, I know what I'm doing
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mylitlekitten · 20 days
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mylitlekitten · 20 days
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Could you bad doodle us some Birdflash pls? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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mylitlekitten · 21 days
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A really random Batfamily HC I like to think about is Dick winning the Olympics a few years ago, never telling anyone, and all hell breaking loose when they find out.
Jason: You did not win gold in the Olympics.... Say sike, right now.
Dick: I'm not saying sike. I did win.
Tim: How? You're too famous, you'd be recognized!
Bruce: And more importantly, what about your secret identity?!
Dick: I wore a prosthetic nose, and entered under a fake name.
Stephanie: Do you have proof of that? And maybe a picture of that nose by any chance?
Dick: It was broadcast on television in over two hundred countries, I'm sure you could find it pretty easy.
Bruce: Back to the fake name-
Dick: It wasn't hard to make an alias, I just did what we do for undercover jobs.
Tim: You used my program without telling me!
Dick: I asked! You said I could.
Tim: I did? Ohhh...yeah, now that you mention it I think I vaguely remember you saying something about going to England and needing a new ID a few years ago.
Jason: You did all of that, just to...perform? Just...just because you wanted to?
Dick: ...Yeah, pretty much. I still have the medal sitting on a shelf in my apartment and a picture of me with some other competitors hanging on the wall.
Alfred: I for one, appreciated finally getting to see the Olympics from the front row. And in my own country, no less.
Bruce: What- what does that mean? Tell me you did not go with him to the Olympics...
Alfred: I was his accompaniment for the event. It was quite a good time.
Bruce: Dick...
Dick: What? He said he always wanted to go!
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mylitlekitten · 21 days
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I noticed that an amazing fic I read with over 60k words and over 900 kudos...didn't receive a single comment in 2022.
There were some comments in 2021, then a gap, then a few comments from this year. That is insane.
Ao3 is not built like Wattpad, it is not meant to be treated like the 'latest hits' page where you only read the new works, or where you only click on sort by number of kudos. It doesn't matter if the fic you like is not wip anymore - if you really like the story, comment. A simple heart will do. The author won't think you're annoying, in fact they'll probably be incredibly happy.
Fic authors don't deserve to have their work just disappear with no engament after few weeks pass. The fics don't deserve it either
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mylitlekitten · 21 days
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New fic. Go check it out, please! :)
Chapters: 1/11 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Slade Wilson is Deathstroke, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, batbros, some language, brothers being brothers, Tim doesn't like Utah Summary:
Ok, so maybe Tim was being a little dramatic about crashing in Utah, but come on, no one in their right mind would want to visit a small town in the middle of nowhere—in Utah.
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mylitlekitten · 21 days
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There is a sort of trope that I've noticed in DC media where Batman is infinitely stranger from anyone else's perspective than his own. In his own comics and movies and such his motives are explained to you, you have his inner monologue, but the moment you put him in someone else's story, you're met with a general vibe of 'what the fuck is wrong with that man? is that a man? might be a demon.'
And this 100% extends to the batkids.
Dick? The man has no bones. From an outside perspective, he leaps before he looks, grinning and laughing as be backflips off buildings with seemingly no plan, only to catch himself with a grapple at the last minute. He's charming and warm until he can't be, and then he's terrifying, with a glare and temper that rivals the Bat's.
Jason? He has deadly aim and a steady hand. He's hulking and strong, but he's also silent. He still moves like a bat, like he was taught to in his Robin days, despite the fact that he's taller and broader than Bruce now. The Red Hood could appear out of the shadows behind you, no matter how safe you are, and you wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it.
Tim? He's smart. They're all smart, but he's smart smart. And his ethics and intelligence don't always mesh. He could tear down any security system with frightening efficiency, then rebuild it better. Logically, he's always five steps ahead.
Damian? He's the most obviously terrifying. He's small, and angry, and he has a sword that he knows how to use with frightening efficiency. He's as viscous as his father can be, but with a temper that more unchecked. He learned how to kill before he learned how to protect.
Duke, Cass, and Steph also fall under this, but I don't know enough about them to make accurate judgements.
Anyway, what I'm saying is the rogues and the Justice League alike fear the Bats, and for good reason.
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mylitlekitten · 21 days
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers 🩷
My cat, reading/writing (one in the same), sleeping, my family, friends (the very few of them that there are)
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mylitlekitten · 22 days
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Clark: *Out of curiosity* How did all four of you even become Robin
Dick: My parents died in the circus
Jason: I stole Bruce's tyres off of the batmobile
Tim: I stalked him
Damian: I'm his only biological son and there's no refund button
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mylitlekitten · 22 days
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Anytime.
Except when I'm hungry.
Don't bother the hungry Squishy (me)
Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
please, please and please.
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mylitlekitten · 22 days
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Someone flirts with Red Hood
*materializing* Dickie as Nightwing: HE'S 17/18/19... YEARS OLD!!!
Jason "the Red Hood " Todd, humanoid fridge, crime lord, protector of the downtrodden, looks and sounds at least 10 years older than he is: you're ruining my street cred
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mylitlekitten · 22 days
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Proving a point to my boyfriend.
PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry
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