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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

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y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too

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Still collecting the full alphabet of the “live, laugh, love” variants if anyone has some good examples.

Bonus if they can fit the “We can’t ___, _____, ____ our way out of this.”

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I feel so attacked right now...

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113. Story Idea

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Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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not to be emotional on main but fanfiction is a gift and it’s so fundamentally human to tell each other stories and i am deeply grateful to have that in my life. thank you all for adding so much emotion and meaning to the world with your words

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My characters when I try to write a transition scene:

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Last Line post:

Rules: Create a new post and post the last line you wrote then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

tagged by both @silver-snow-77 and @bionerd2point0 (tho Bio’s was a while back... sorry i’m only just now getting to it, Bio!! i kept forgetting...)

He ran the calculations over and over.

@askanis @niewanyin @ascreamingbean that... is the limit of people i can think of at the moment that haven’t already been tagged/tagged in a while... (i get nervous about tagging people, i don’t wanna be a bother.)

if anyone else wants to hop in on this but hasn’t been tagged yet, please do! you can say i tagged you if you want, since that’s basically what i’m saying here!

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thank you @bionerd2point0!!

1) i used to play flute and piano (i technically still can, i’m just probably really out of practice)

2) i did gymnastics for years and honestly, i really miss it

3) i once had a teacher tweet about me (or rather, about an example i gave) on the first day of class, and it got really popular much to my horror and embarrassment. (i only found out 4 months after the tweet.)

4) my coffee is only like, half coffee. then it’s all milk and 4 spoons of sugar

5) once, i semi-accidentally ate two entire rows of an oreo package. (listen. i was snacking while watching a tv marathon. i didn’t realize how many oreos i had eaten.)

i have no idea who to tag, so please, join if you want to!!

💜🌱💙 get-to-know-you tag 💜🌱💙

Rules: When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know! They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done and if  you want to, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag, @queerofthedagger! ❤

1. I drink coffee a few times a year. I prefer tea; mint and earl grey are my favorites. I was disappointed to find out I don’t like chocolate tea.

2. I spent all my free time yesterday reading A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik and was blown away by how great it was. If a dark magic school book where everything in the school is trying to eat the students sounds like your thing, I highly rec it.

3. I’m trying to learn to crochet. It doesn’t come easily to me at all, which is both fun and frustrating. I might stick it out for one project and then go back to knitting.

4. I really like Bounty chocolate bars. Mmm coconut filling.

5. I’m trying out the Passion Planner as different way of bullet journaling. I’ve had it for almost a month now and I’m still not sure how I feel about it; I like the sections on the left and dotted page on the right, but it doesn’t have that special feel of a bullet journal.

Tagging: @kitastrophea, @atlantablack, @elenscaie, @enchantedtalisman, @onemadeofglass, @being-luminous, @elysiasong, @jadejabberwock, @dogstar234, @excentrykemuse

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casual fan? no sorry i only know how to invest my whole livelihood into something and spend every waking moment thinking about said thing

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when i’m like this you’re the one i trust

a huge thank you to my fellow brainstormers: Aque and Mizuphae, my betas: robinlikeitshot and kitcat, and my friend for introducing me to my favorite dick/tim song, which is also where the title is from!!

title is from The Weeknd’s “Blinding Lights”!

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Teen 3,107 words Dick Grayson/Tim Drake

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“You died,” he tried to snap, to hopefully push Dick away, but his voice broke. “You—you fell, and I couldn’t catch you in time.”

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Tim reached out, someone was screaming – was it him? – but Dick was still falling and falling and where was his grapple! Dick reached back for him but— he was too far, too far, too far!

“Dick!” He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even close his eyes as Dick hit the broken concrete with a resounding crack. He watched every second, the sight forever seared in his mind.

The world shifted around him and he found himself in the Cave. Tim didn’t know how he’d gotten there and he didn’t care, Dick was dead and—

“My son’s body is on that table because of you,” Bruce growled. “Jason would have caught him. Damian would have caught him. And he’s caught you before. I knew from the start you would never be as worthy of the Robin title, never as good as them. If I had known it would get my son killed, you never would have become Robin.”

Jason scoffed, sprawled over in the chair by Di—the body. “Shouldn’t be surprised. Everyone close to him gets killed. He got his own dad killed, why not his boyfriend too while he’s at it?”

Damian snarled, tears running down his face, and leapt forward with a knife in hand—

“TIM!”

Tim jolted up, grabbing his attacker’s arm and pinning them to the floor before wrenching their shoulder up and—

The person under him sucked in a sharp breath as they hit the ground. When they spoke, their voice was strained. “Timmy, baby bird, it’s just me, Dick. Sweetheart, you were having a nightmare. I shouldn’t have shaken you awake, but, baby, you weren’t waking up. Come on, Timmy, you’re safe. You’re safe, I’m safe, can you let me up now, sweetheart? We’re okay, but I need you to let me up.”

Dick. A distressed keen slipped from Tim as he threw himself backwards, as far away from Dick as he could get. He’d killed-hurt-maimed him, it was all his fault, oh god. His eyes were glued to the bruise on Dick’s arm as he sat up and gingerly held it close to his chest. Tim did that.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I—I’m sorry, Dick, I’m so, so sorry. Oh god. I should—I need to go, you – everyone will be safer, I have to—I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I did my best but—I know I was never good enough, never should’ve been Robin, Dick, I’m so sorry.”

Scrambling to the window, his fingers clawed uselessly at the latch, shaking too much to actually do any good. There was a shout from behind him before an arm was wrapping around his waist and hauling him back until they both collapsed on the bed together. Tim thrashed – he had to get away, before he could hurt Dick again or get him killed, for real this time.

A strained grunt made him freeze. Just like that, he thought, nearly hysterical. God, how fucking worthless could he get? He couldn’t even stop injuring his own goddamn boyfriend—

A kiss was pressed to the side of his head and Dick started whispering to him. “Hey, Timmy, just calm down, okay? My shoulder’s just a bit sore and you knocked it, that’s all. I’m alright, I promise. Breathe, baby, come on.”

The stream of soft, comforting words didn’t stop even as Tim shakily gulped in air, breath catching on half-formed sobs. When he had calmed down, Dick shifted them to be side-by-side, his good arm still wrapped around Tim, just tight enough that he knew Dick wouldn’t let him leave. Tim kept his gaze locked on the wall. The image of Dick’s body lying broken over cement was still bouncing around in his head, and he needed to hold on to that image, needed to remember what he did to the people close to them.

“Come on, you know the rule, baby bird. If you have a nightmare, then you have to talk about it. And you were the one who made that rule, Timmy,” Dick teased gently.

And Tim couldn’t be a hypocrite on this. On a lot of other things, sure, but… not on this. “You died,” he tried to snap, to hopefully push Dick away, but his voice broke. “You—you fell, and I couldn’t catch you in time, and Bruce and Jason were right. It was all my fault, I got you killed just like I get everyone close to me killed, and I never should have been Robin in the first place! I knew—I knew I would never be as good as you or Jason, or now even Damian. I just—I hoped that I’d been enough, but I wasn’t, and they were right! You caught me and I couldn’t even catch you!” Tim bit his lip hard before he could start crying again.

Dick was silent for a long moment, taking one deep breath after another. “Okay. So. Okay, there’s a lot to unpack there, but first of all: Tim, baby bird, sweetheart… I don’t know how many nightmares I’ve had where I fail to catch you. I think I had that nightmare for a solid month and a half afterwards. Some nights it’s so real that I wake up absolutely convinced that’s what happened. I know I worried Alfred with how often I jumped out of bed to immediately review the footage of that night, just so I could see myself carry you in, beat to hell but alive.”

He pulled Tim into his lap, rested his chin on Tim’s shoulder, and continued, “So, when I say that it absolutely is not your fault, please…” Dick absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair out of Tim’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “Trust that I know what I’m talking about? You don’t get everyone close to you killed. It’s just that most of the people close to you live the same dangerous lives that we do, and terrible things tend to happen to us.”

“As for being Robin…” Dick huffed, a sound that was almost a sad laugh. “Jason wasn’t the same kind of Robin that I was, and you weren’t like either of us. Now Damian isn’t like any of us. We were all Robin, but we were all Robin in our own unique, amazing ways. And you were, Tim. Amazing. You were an excellent Robin, and I will say it as many times as you need to hear it, and then some. I know you aren’t likely to believe me because of how I handled things while Bruce was gone.” He sighed, clutching him just a little bit tighter as he said, “I will fully admit that I fucked up with you. There were so many other things I could have done instead, but that’s on me. You were everything a Tim-Robin needed to be. Bruce and I… I don’t think we could ever regret having you as Robin, except for all the pain you’ve suffered because of it.”

Tim broke with a harsh sob, still not able to forget Dick’s fall. “I—I can’t stop seeing it. Dick, I—”

Dick moved them again so that they were facing each other. “Come on, look at me. I know you haven’t, don’t think I didn’t notice that, Timmy. But I’m right here, alive. You just have to look at me, not at the wall. There we go, see? I’m okay.” He offered Tim a small, sad smile.

Tim lurched forward, burying his face in Dick’s neck, and curling around him as tight as he dared. “I’ve mourned so many people,” he whispered thickly. “Even if most of them came back, I can’t—I can’t lose you too.”

“I can’t promise that you won’t,” Dick said after a moment’s pause. “Our lives don’t allow for that. But I swear, as long as I’m alive, I’ll be here for you. Come on, it’s still only one in the morning. Let’s try to get some more sleep, alright? You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Dick tugged Tim into curling up against his side – the uninjured side – and murmured words of comfort that gradually slurred more and more until Dick finally dropped off to sleep.

Tim waited an extra ten minutes before he slipped out of Dick’s arms. He couldn’t stay. Dick would only keep getting hurt until Tim eventually got him killed, just like he ended up getting everyone close to him killed. It didn’t take very long to grab the things that he cared about that were solely his and pack them into his car. The one thing he hesitated on, though, was his box of photographs. If he was going to leave Dick to keep him safe, he needed to leave all of it behind. Dick, the Bats, the vigilante life. The first step would be to let his beginning, his past, go. And that meant he had to leave the photos behind.

Before he left, though, there were two more people he needed to talk to – even if they couldn’t talk back.

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The realization wasn’t immediate when he woke up. He was aware that something felt off, but Dick wasn’t sure what it was. Being a vigilante meant that he stayed limp, acting as if he were still asleep and reaching for Tim just as he would have if he were still asleep. If he could subtly wake Tim up, they might be able to—

Tim wasn’t there. Aaand, Dick had found the problem. He shot up, immediately looking for signs of kidnapping – could Ra’s please stop trying to snatch his boyfriend? – or for Tim to be sitting somewhere with his laptop like he usually did when he couldn’t sleep. Instead, he found a room that was emptier than when he went to sleep. Most of Tim’s stuff was gone. After the conversation they had before going back to bed, Dick really doubted that was a good sign.

His eyes caught on a box still on one of the designated Tim-shelves. Tim’s photos. He wanted to take it as a sign that Tim would come back – because he wouldn’t leave those behind for good, right? – but Dick didn’t want to risk it either. He’d let Tim go once before, expecting him to come back until Tim didn’t. He wasn’t making that mistake again.

Babs wouldn’t be pleased by Dick waking her up, but he reasoned that she would be even less pleased if he lost Tim when they had just gotten him back not too long ago. So he called.

Two rings later, she answered. “Someone better be dying if you’re waking me up at… 3:30 in the morning for this.”

“Something happened. Tim thinks that just by knowing him people get hurt, and he decided to leave after I fell asleep. He’s missing and I need your help to find him before he gets too far. Babs, he took nearly all his things.”

There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line. Then, “Shit. Alright, while I get to my computer, tell me what you can about a timeframe, and I’ll try to find him on a security camera.”

“You already know we both had the night off tonight, so we actually went to bed pretty early,” Dick started explaining. “But then he had a nightmare and woke up sometime before one o’clock. By the time I got him calmed down enough to get some more sleep, it was about one. I was still awake until maybe 1:30, then I crashed. He must have still been awake and snuck out after that, but it would’ve taken some time to load up his car, especially if he was trying not to wake me up.”

Barbara hummed, the clacking of keys in the background. “Alright,” she said, “That gives two hours to work back through, but that shouldn’t take too long sped up. Once I see Tim’s car in its normal spot, I can work forwards more slowly until we’ve got a better idea of when he left. Then I can follow him on the cams. I’ll call back once I have something.”

Dick sagged in relief as she hung up. Babs would find him, with the Bats’ extensive camera coverage of Gotham at her fingertips. A half-hearted laugh slipped out; it was Tim’s own suggestion many years ago to increase the video surveillance over Gotham. Now, it was working against him.

In all fairness, Tim probably thought Dick would stay asleep long enough for him to get too far and disappear completely, but Dick didn’t want to think about that.

He jumped up and hurried to get ready, throwing on warm clothes and bundling up because it was late October in New Jersey, 3:30 in the morning. It was pretty damn cold out, and Tim sometimes forgot to actually put a jacket on, the spleenless idiot. He’d have grabbed Tim one too, just in case, if Tim hadn’t already taken all his. All Dick could do was hope he’d actually put one on.

By the time he was ready to go, he heard his text tone for Babs, hopefully with a location.

[He’s at the cemetery where his parents were buried. I’ll call if he leaves before you get there.]

“Oh, Timmy,” Dick sighed. His chest ached knowing that Tim was visiting his parents’ graves, something he almost never did. He snatched up his keys and headed out. He had a boyfriend to retrieve.

When he got there, Tim’s car was still parked outside the cemetery, packed just as he’d expected. Tim had really been prepared to just drive off and disappear for good. He made his way through the rows of graves silently, soon spotting Tim in the distance. He was curled up against Jack’s gravestone in a t-shirt and jeans. As he got closer, Dick could hear him talking to his parents, and his heart hurt at the words slipping from Tim.

With a quiet sigh, he tugged his jacket off and draped it over his shivering boyfriend. Tim’s rambling stopped abruptly as he looked up at Dick.

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Updating his parents on everything took some time, but he had needed to get it off his chest. But now that he’d gotten to what he had really wanted to ask, he hesitated. “Did… did you guys know?” he finally whispered. “Is this why you were always leaving me, because somehow you knew what I do to the people I get close to? Did you leave to try to stay safe from me?”

He choked out a sharp, bitter laugh, and looked down at his fingers weaving through the weeds. “It didn’t work in the end, did it? You’re still dead and… how can that not be, like, my curse? I get people hurt and killed, that’s… that’s all there is to it, really. I got you both killed, just like I got so many people killed already. Just like I’ll get so many more—”

He cut himself off as a jacket – Dick’s jacket – was dropped on him, head snapping up to find Dick watching him sadly. He settled beside Tim, snaking his arms around his waist to pull him closer.

“Baby bird,” Dick murmured, “you’ve got to take better care of yourself, especially without your spleen. You know this.”

Looking away, Tim could only shrug. “Forgot to,” he mumbled. He climbed to his feet, tossing the jacket at Dick, and began weaving back through the graves to his car.

Dick caught up to him quickly. He draped the jacket over Tim’s shoulders again and wrapped his arm around him for good measure.

“Let go already. I’m leaving and you can’t fucking stop me,” Tim snapped, pulling away.

Dick hummed. “We’ll see.”

“What the hell does that mean?!”

“It means,” Dick drawled, holding up a set of keys with a distinctive dice keychain, “that I’m the one with your keys.”

“Dick! Why do you even care?!” Tim yelled. He tried to grab his keys, only for Dick to hold them out of his reach.

Stopping in his tracks, Dick swung Tim around in front of him and stared at him with a hard expression. “I can’t believe you actually just asked me that, but I’ll leave it be because you’ve had a bit of a rough night. I care because I fucking love you, Tim.”

Tim couldn’t help the way his shoulders curled in, or how he looked away.

“Hey,” Dick whispered. A hand on his cheek turned him back towards his boyfriend. “Tim, I let you go once. I let you run off and I didn’t go after you like I should have. I’m not making that mistake again. If you really have to leave you can, but I can’t imagine not coming with you, sweetheart. If you run… I will be right behind you unless you tell me that you truly don’t want me anymore.”

A raspy chuckle slipped out against Tim’s will. “You aren’t exactly Nick Parker, and I’m no Elizabeth James,” he murmured.

That drew a small laugh, as Dick wiped away Tim’s tears that he hadn’t realized were falling. “You can’t distract me with ‘Parent Trap’ references, Timmy. I’m serious. If you need to leave Gotham, I’ll be right there with you. I’m not letting you run off alone with some dumb idea that you’re protecting me.”

“Yeah,” Tim sighed. He leaned into Dick’s touch and squeezed the hand Dick still held. “I’m starting to get that.”

“Great! Then you are going to get back in your car and drive straight home. When you get there, I want you to bundle up in blankets and put a Studio Ghibli movie in.”

Tim stopped mid-reach for his keys. “And what, exactly, are you planning on doing, if you’re not following me back?”

Dick dropped Tim’s keys in his hand and winked. “I’m going to swing by a 24-hour diner for pancakes, and then I’m coming home to snuggle up with you and watch movies. We’re both taking tomorrow off. And,” the grin gave way to a Bat-glare, “if you aren’t home by the time I get there, I’m calling in the entire superhero community to hunt you down.”

“Okay, okay,” Tim laughed lightly. “I get it. I’ll be there.”

“Good!” Dick pecked the cold tip of his nose. “Head home, baby bird, and… please, don’t try to leave again, unless it’s what you really want?”

Tim pulled Dick down into a full, chaste kiss. “I’ll try not to,” he murmured. “See you at home.”

“Go get warmed up, sweetheart,” Dick said, pushing him towards his car. He had some pancakes to pick up.

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To Tired Writers. To the people out there whose hearts very, very much want to write and work on WIPs, but who are just mentally and physically exhausted right now. It’s okay. It is okay to rest sometimes. Allow yourself time to rest. 

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younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze

a crack fic based on this shitpost!! thank you so much to my betas for this fic, Bumpkin and Veriatas!! and another thank you to the C&C Discord for brainstorming with me, y’all are seriously amazing!

title is from John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads”!

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Teen 773 words Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne part of my batkids shenanigans series

Summary:

Shitposts: Bringing (most) siblings together and confusing parents, all at the same time!

Or: Tim reads a shitpost. Jason, Cass, and Dick all join in. Damian is certain they've lost their minds. Bruce is Concerned. Alfred is just glad no one is fighting.

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Tim would much rather be sprawled across the blanket nest in his room, scrolling through dumb shitposts, but Dick had implemented Required Sibling Bonding Time during the quarantine. Which – okay, fair. Tim, Damian, Bruce, and Jason were all spending most of their time sequestered away – introverting, as Tim liked to say – which meant the only two Dick could consistently spend time with were Cass and Alfred.

Dick hadn’t accepted “being an introvert” as an excuse, which started one hellishly long debate about what everyone was. Bruce, Tim, and Damian were all introverts, much to both Damian and Tim’s displeasure. Everyone had thought Dick was an extrovert, but he had admitted that he was an omnivert that leaned more towards being an extrovert usually. Jason usually argued that he wasn’t an introvert, he was an omnivert, but being stuck in quarantine with the rest of them meant he was definitely introverting more just to get a break from the rest of them. Alfred and Cass were also omniverts, as was Duke but he wasn’t staying at the manor during the quarantine. Stephanie was the only actual extrovert, but she wasn’t there either.

The result of it was Required Scheduled Sibling Bonding Time. Some days it was watching some movie or show, or playing games, or creating general chaos – a specialty of theirs. Other days – like that day – they just all gathered in one room and quietly did their own things in each other’s company. Tim was scrolling through social media, laying upside-down on a beanbag chair. Jason was reading while he stretched out and took up the entire couch, and Damian was sketching in the window seat. Cass was curled up in an armchair and listening to music, while Dick was playing some game on his phone – sitting on top of Jason’s legs for some reason, but they were both too stubborn to move or say anything.

A particularly amusing post caught Tim’s eye and he snickered, earning the attention of all his siblings. Damian barely spares him a glance, but Cass tugs an earbud out while Dick and Jason both look at him curiously. Trusting at least some of his siblings to see the same kind of weird, dumb posts that he did, Tim kept his eyes glued to his screen as he sang, “Country gnooomes…”

“Take my booones,” Jason continued, huffing a laugh.

Cass smiled, quietly adding, “To a plaaace…”

“They don’t belooong,” yowled Dick.

Damian glanced between them horrified bafflement. “Where in the ever-loving hells do you find such trash?”

Together, Tim, Dick, and Jason warbled, “WEST VIRGINAAA!”

“Kids,” Bruce said slowly, looking in from the hallway, “what’s going on?”

“Shitpost,” Tim offered as explanation.

Dick grinned. “Youth.”

“Funny,” Cass added.

“Fuck the norm!” declared Jason.

Damian stared back at his father in horror. “They have clearly lost their collective grasp on what little sanity they still possessed.”

Bruce blinked and hesitantly nodded. “Okay… I’ll just… leave you to that, then.” The door shut on Dick’s iconic cackle, almost drowning out Jason’s chuckling and Tim’s quiet snickers. Above it all was Cass’s softer giggling.

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Bruce stared at the closed door in sheer befuddlement. Walking towards him with a tray of snacks, Alfred smiled, amused.

“The humor of younger generations may often pass by older generations,” he advised, sagely.

Shaking his head, Bruce sighed, “Of course, I came to terms with that ages ago. I just don’t know if I should be concerned when my children start singing for gnomes to steal their bones away to West Virginia.”

“I should not think so, Master Bruce. In any case, they are spending time together and getting along peacefully without have criminals to beat up as a buffer. For that, I will accept every such nonsense.”

Bruce had to concede that point – it usually took a minor miracle for all five of his children to interact together without a fight breaking out, mostly among Tim, Jason, and Damian. Well, a minor miracle or all of them roasting Bruce together. He could deal with the confusion and concern if it meant a peaceful day in quarantine. “At least Damian hasn’t adopted their sense of humor,” he commented.

Alfred offered a wry smile, “Not yet, perhaps.”

“Oh god. I dread that day. Go give the kids their snacks. I’m going to find a book and ignore the possibility of all of them referencing weird internet humor.” He heard Alfred chuckle as he continued on towards the library. Yes, he dreaded the day when the others roped Damian into sharing their bizarre humor. Patrolling with everyone bantering in references that went over his head would be miserable.