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"Give me your Batman brain."

Bruce, who has been tracking criminals at the batcomputer for hours, stares at Dick. "What?"

Dick, only about twelve years old, is looking up at Bruce with ominous sincerity. He makes grabby hands. "Give me. Your Batman brain. Give it."

Bruce raises a brow, but figures this must be a strange thing children do. Perhaps Dick has brain damage from training, who knows. He hesitantly mimes grabbing his brain from the top of his head and putting it in Dick's hand. Dick sets the pretend-brain off to the side, placing a pretend-glass case over it for later.

Dick seems satisfied. "Okay. I threw a block of legos at my classmate Tarence. He was giving our teacher a panic attack and had to be dealt with."

Bruce raises a brow and opens his mouth to speak, but Dick cuts him off. "Wait wait wait, your Batman brain is over there. Now you only have Dad brain. Gimme Dad."

Bruce, unfortunately, cannot argue with that logic, so he pats Dick's head and asks for a step-by-step reenactment of the event so he knows how to best defend his son at the meeting with the principal.

As with many things Dick randomly invented as a child, the metaphorical exchange of brains stays in the family forever. Bruce will often catch Damian being grumpy and go, "Hey, give me your Robin brain. You've been using it for too long, it's getting overcooked." And Damian, relunctantly, will suction cup his head with his fingers and deposit his Robin brain in Bruce's hands, who will hold it very carefully while Damian, using only his 10-year-old Damian brain, grabs his largest stuffed-animal and squeezes it to self-soothe.

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Dick: What are you doing?

Jason: The Justice League wants to know what kind of weapons I keep at my place. I’m writing to let them know it’s private information

Dick, taking the piece of paper from him: This just says “fuck around and find out” in calligraphy

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16 year old Damian wayne, aka; high as fuck because jon triple dog dared him to smoke 3 joints at once with him staring at dick, tim, jason, bruce, starfire, raven, taliah, cass, duke, selina kyle and Barbra as they are surrounded by "we support you" and "say no to peer pressure' balloons followed by an "intervention" banner:

Damian:...hi?

Tim: i bet you are.

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CAN YOU PLS PLS PLS BRING MORE ABOUT GRANDCHILD!READER PLEASW PLESSE PESEASW PLeaSE 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

❛ Yes, Bruce does love his children. A lot. But they can’t really try to compete with his grandchild.

⤷ May contain some errors—english isn’t my first language!

❝ Tim ❞

Tim was having a good day.

He had managed to sleep more than five hours, and his schedule was full, but there was still time to rest for a few minutes and have lunch with his partner. He even had time to stop by the manor before his meeting with the Wayne Enterprises board.

However, when he entered Bruce’s office, looking for a specific folder, the first thing he saw was the drawing.

That wax-crayon abomination with pointy ears, three eyes, and a black cape. Beside it, written in crooked handwriting: “Bamtan.”

Tim blinked. Frowned. Stepped closer, thinking he might need glasses. “Who…” He opened and closed his mouth, searching for words.

Bruce smiled, his granddaughter on his lap, tongue out in concentration, eyes focused on the paper on the desk. You were pressing the crayon so hard that, if they stayed quiet enough, it was possible to hear the table creaking.

Tim looked at him, silently pointing to the drawing. Bruce didn’t even glance at him, just shrugged. “She tried really hard. And it’s the first time she’s drawn five fingers on each hand.”

“She drew six.” He murmured, his original goal forgotten. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate his daughter’s… artistic skills, he just didn’t expect Bruce to value the drawing enough to frame it and display it to anyone who entered the room.

“Even more progress,” Bruce said. “That draw is a masterpiece made by your child, you should be proud.” he added, adjusting the little tiara on the child’s head.

“Daddy!” You smiled, finally noticing him. You held up another drawing proudly, showing him. The main figure looked like a red grape with arms and legs. “I drew you.”

❝ Dick ❞

Despite having many responsibilities, Dick always found time to play with his daughter. He usually took you to watch movies or came up with some game at home—which was always far too dangerous, and you two always got scolded afterward.

But when he got home that day, he didn’t see his little ball of energy running up to hug him like usual. He sighed, already knowing exactly where the kid must be: at Grandpa’s house.

“It’s really… realistic… Who is this again? I recognize it, it looks identical! Your grandpa just has a terrible memory for names.” Bruce’s voice echoed from the hallway, and Dick followed it immediately.

His daughter was on the floor, modeling clay scattered everywhere, and Bruce was sitting beside her, holding a green clay ball with toothpicks for arms.

“Alright, princess,” Dick said, kneeling beside his daughter, who was busy rolling out another strip of clay. “Let me see—who’s who here?”

Bruce leaned over. “That one’s me,” he said, pointing to the Bat-shaped blob made of black and yellow. “And that looks like Clark, and that—”

“Green Lantern!” You chirped, pointing to the figure with a suspiciously oversized head.

“…Yes, I knew it was him.” Bruce coughed.

“Right,” Dick nodded, chuckling. “And this one in blue looks like—wait, is that me?”

“No.” You replied plainly.

Dick blinked. “No— no?”

“That’s Aquaman.” You grinned and held up another clay creature. “He has a shark.”

“And where’s your favorite hero?” Dick laughed, raising a brow—but his smile faded the moment you pointed to the clay Batman. “…I thought I was your favorite hero?”

Bruce smiled but said nothing.

“You know people say Nightwing is the best acrobat in the world?” Dick pinched your cheek, but you just shrugged.

“Yeah, you’re cool. But grandpa has a car. And a cape. And he’s a bat.”

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He stuck. Like turtle.

Ultra Magnus from the Lost Light Cat Shelter AU by @madamadamiu . Love how round he is, and easy to draw.

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Ok, I forgot to post this.

I love when magical creatures just have weird quirks. 

I wanted to add secondary traits, specific for each power, but this would do for now.

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Transformers x HUNTR/X crossover will be so real

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Miles Morales illustration

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Shockop com from Instagram!!! This is now available as a print :' )

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И снова эта прекрасная пара, не перестаю любить их даже спустя месяцы🥹❤️

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He’s a smooth operator…one of these days I’ll end one of these with some semblance of reverence but until then enjoy the chaos lol. Aquarium date part 2 coming soonish, it’s 15 panels so it will take a little bit!

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Ultra Magnus: I'm not sure what this sentence means Rodimus: "Ignorance is bold and knowledge reserved." Ultra Magnus: You can read old Cybertronian?! Ratchet: You can read?! Rodimus: Rodimus: That's cold, Ratch.

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Jealous

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💙💜baby hotline💙💜