#Dad Bruce of Steph

[versasfanficwastedump]

and while i’m on a self indulgent thing? i think that any of the kids calling Bruce “dad” changes his whole demeanor. it helps him know that whatever they’re talking about is serious.

hearing his name shouted across the house does nothing for him. a hundred people say his name all day, including his kids. whatever the situation is can be fixed.

but hearing “Dad!”, cried out in battle or screamed from the other room, has him rushing to their side. what is it love and i’m here you’re alright and shh i’ve got you

“Bruce, I need help” = can’t open this large jar, have a question about math homework, need someone to look at this case file for me

“Dad, I need help” = I am hurt. I am scared. I am in danger. I need you to make things better. I need you to protect me.

[imheretoreadafic]

Conversations of various Robins and Batman that the JL has overheard.

Dick as Robin:

Batman: "Don't touch that."

*gets ignored*

Batman (more desperately): "Don't touch that! Robin I'll ground you!"

Robin: *snorts and continues to reach for the very dangerous alien object*

Batman (floundering): "I- Catwoman's out of Arkham! And if you touch that I won't let you see her!"

Robin: *gasps and backs away from it reluctantly* "That's no fair! I wanna see Catwoman and touch the thing!"

Batman, crossing his arms and looking very stern despite the objectively ridiculous situation: "Well, you can only have one of those things."

-

Robin, starting to tear up and sniffle: "B-but I want to help other kids so t-t-they don't lose their mommy and daddy!"

Batman, deadpan: "That's not working on me, kid."

Robin, tears immediately drying up: "Was the mommy and daddy too much?"

Batman: *seesaw hand*

Robin, nodding: "I think I'll keep it to mama and papa - that usually works better."

//

Jason as Robin:

Batman: "Yes, Robin, your English teacher is an idiot when it comes to Shakespeare but that doesn't mean you can egg her car."

Robin: "What about her house?"

Batman: "That's actually worse than egging her car."

Robin: "Sooo, I should be allowed to egg her car because that's better than egging her house!"

Batman: "Should people be allowed to commit assault because that's better than murder?"

Robin, dead panned: "Isn't that literally what we do every night?"

(This one made Flash laugh so hard he pulled a muscle)

-

Robin: "B, I just met Toy Man."

Robin: "Is that REALLY one of Superman's enemies or was that a joke? Please tell me it was a joke. He's like a level two Gotham rogue - his shtick is toys, Batman, TOYS. And I thought the Riddler was stupid."

(Superman tried to defend his honor and was ultimately defeated by the meanest thing to exist - a teenager)

//

Tim as Robin:

Batman: "Robin, explain the voicemail I got from the school."

Robin: "Didn't they already tell you?"

Batman, frowning heavily: "Humor me."

Robin: "My math teacher was being a bitch so I took apart her calculators and hid the pieces around her room and in her stuff."

Batman: "Including her salad."

Robin: "Including her salad AND protein shake."

Batman: "She's could have choked and died!"

Robin: "But she didn't! And anyway in my experience, people are SO much more tolerable when they almost died recently! Take my dad for example-"

-

Batman: "Stop it."

Robin, grinning over his laptop: "I'm not doing anything."

Batman, exasperated: "Don't lie to me! That's your hacking face, Robin."

/

Steph as Robin:

Robin: "It's only glitter!"

Batman: "Three tons of it."

Robin: "... Did i mention that it's biodegradable so it's like totally okay for the environment! See, i DO think ahead sometimes!"

Batman, mumbling: "Maybe I should start putting glitter on your case files so you'll focus..."

-

Robin: "It's because I'm a girl isn't it?"

Batman: "Me telling you to stop putting sprinkles on your pasta is completely unrelated to your gender."

Robin, taking a bite of her pasta monstrosity and pointing the fork in his direction: "Misogynist!"

/

Damian as Robin:

Robin: "But i only THREATENED to stab him. I didn’t actually stab him."

Batman: "..."

Batman: "That's definitely progress but still-"

-

Robin: *cape starts to make a hissing sound*

Batman: "Robin.... What is in there?"

Robin: ".... Her name is Daffodil."

Batman, growing dread in his voice: "And what exactly is Daffodil?"

Robin, without misisng a beat and completely serious: "A beautiful young lady."

[theredcuyo]

Bruce tries to figure out why his kids tend to fall asleep when they're under his cape, because it's been happening since Dick was Robin and twice with Jason could be a coincidence, but it's still happening by the time Damian arrives, so there has to be something there

It's the weight? They do like they weighted blankets, but that doesn't seem to be it

He's doing experiments, anything but asking, really-

And it's not like they'd actually tell him that the real reason it's not the cape itself, but the fact that to be covered by it they're being carried by him

They're being hold by their dad, and can hide into the little darkness that it makes, making a little warm, safe, comfortable place because of the man who's wearing the cape

Most of the kids cried upon realizing this, they hadn't felt like that in a long time, or ever before

But since then, it was always a nice thing for them, no matter how big they got

Dick had tried to forget about it when he fought with Bruce, but the first time he had to be carried around after patrol together again, it was still there

Jason had almost actually forgotten when he came back, and by the time he was in good terms with B, he definitely was too big for it, right? Wrong, when they got attacked with fear gas and he was the last to be able to get out of it, he found himself in that same old warm place

Tim felt wrong about it at first, not his place, like everything, he remainded himself, but as time went on, he found himself craving for it sometimes, to an embarassing point where Bruce will just start opening his cape to him every. Night. Not that Tim will say no to it. Bruce does that to him, it's almost a routine by now

Cass and Damian have always liked to hide in there for "surprise factor" but if they stay in for longer, and Bruce knows they'll doze off, it's not a problem either

It gets a bit hard when it happens at the same time though

It was one of the first things they all did when Bruce was back from the time stream, a nice way to process the idea that he was back with them-

[spicy-apple-pie]

Working on having my characters be posed more naturally hopefully it working!

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[gaywineauntsstuff]

The Batkids don’t wish Bruce happy Father’s Day they wish Dick happy Father’s Day bc they know it’ll upset Bruce and stress Dick the fuck out and he’ll disappear to bludhaven for the next 3-4 months and not talk to them

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[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is the Tibetan Monk

So! When Bruce was travelling the world, finding masters to teach him how to fight and investigate, he came across a strange building in Tibet.

He had followed rumors of an ancient Monk who lived atop a mountain just on the edge of a Village, who had learned how to conquer Death itself, and stole its secrets for himself. Hoping to find a new Teacher, Bruce climbed the mountain and found the home of that Monk.

What he found was strange though...

The building seemed much more modern than he had been expecting, built with metal and drywall rather than ancient bricks or stones as he had assumed. There was also a strange machine on the top of the building, and if he didn't know any better he would have said it almost looked like a spaceship.

Hesitantly, he knocked on the wooden door and waited.

The man who answered looked nothing like he had expected, but so far nothing had met his expectations so he wasn't really surprised at that point. He looked relatively young, in his late 20's or early 30's, and was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. He had short black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin that didn't exactly match the tone of the other people living in the area. In fact he looked as if he could have been an American, rather than Tibetan.

Bruce introduced himself, explained why he was there, and managed to convince the Monk that he deserved his training.

It was unorthodox, certainly very different from the training he had recieved in the League of Assasins, but the Monk said that he was well suited for this style of training.

Under the monk he learned a variety of techniques. The ability to shield his mind from Telepaths, how to Astral Project, how to completely hide his presence from others, even from those with enhanced senses, and so much more.

By the time he was finished training with the Monk, he was confident that he could finally achieve his goal of saving Gotham from itself. He bid the monk farewell, and returned to his home ready to begin the legend of the Batman.

Meanwhile Danny had just sent his most recent student off after a few months of training.

He had to do this every once in a while. There were hundreds of Liminal and Ecto-Contaminated people out there in the world who didn't know how to manage their abilities. They didn't know how to innately seperate from their physical bodies so they could more easily feed on natural Ectoplasm, or how to shield their minds from the volatile stray emotions of the people around them thay may influence their thoughts.

It was dangerous for people with that level of Ecto-Contamination to live without knowing how to keep themselves healthy. So every once in a while, Danny would find a way to contact them and to teach them all they needed to know to stay healthy.

The "Centuries Old Monk" routine was an old favorite of his for this purpose. He would intentionally spread rumors where he knew they would hear, add in some incentive like "conquering death" to make sure they would follow those rumors, and than meet them and take them under his wing.

A few of his other favorite routines were the "Circus Act who knows more than he should", "Mechanic with great advice", and sometimes even just "Life Coach" for the more conventional cases.

And if he heard Bruce's story and decided to teach him how to use a few extra useful Ghostly Abilities, like hiding your presence or merging with Shadows, then who could really judge him? The kid had taken up a huge burden, he needed all the help he could get.

Besides, its not the first time he's ever done that.

...

Years later, Bruce met Dick and found out that he also knows how to Astral Project and Guard his Mind. He couldn't merge with the shadows or hide his presence nearly as well, but he could apparently slow how fast he fell and bend in ways even bruce couldn't.

Apparently he was taught how to do so from an old member of Haley's circus, who told him that they were meditation techniques to get "in the zone" for his trapeze acts.

Then he met Jason, who could also Astral Project and Guard his mind, and he could also heal faster than normal people and read other people's emotions. He learned from a Mechanic who used to live on his street, who told him it was just some street skills that would let him avoid the people who would hurt him or give him trouble.

Then Tim came in, also with Astral Projection and a Telepath-Proof mind, and he could apparently last for weeks on end with no food or even water, and could hide his presence from even Batman. He was taught by a butler his parents had briefly hired while away from home, though Tim's parents didn't know what he was talking about when he brought it up to them later. He was told it was just a way of "keeping his spirits up" when he was alone.

Stephanie had also been taught by an old Mechanic on her street. Same as all the other she could leave her body behind and guard her mind, but she could also read emotions and convince people to do what she said. The mechanic never gave a reason for why he was teaching her, but did say that it would help her gauge the people in her life easier. He left barely a week before Steph realized her dad was the Cluemaster.

Damien was, suprisingly, trained by the same Master that Bruce had been taught by. Talia had sent him up the mounting saying that his Father had learned from the man on the mountain, and he would as well. He was taught the same as all the others, though instead of merging with Shadows like his Father he was taught how to converse with Animals.

Cass had been taught by a man while she was running from her Father. He never said why, only that it would help her live a better life. She had the "normal" abilities of Astral Projection and Guarding her Mind, but she could also Merge with Shadows and Perfectly Read other people's emotions beyond their body language.

Duke was taught by a man who had also taught other members of "We Are Robin" during the cataclysm. He said it would help them survive their attempts at heroism, though he gave Duke extra training for some reason. He had taught Duke even more than he had taught the other Bats, alongside the now typical Astral Projection and Guarding his Mind, Duke could also talk to the Dead, See into the Past, and even Phase through Walls. With enough effort he could even Fly.

A few of his abilities were attributed to his Metahuman Powers, but he claimed that they were never that powerful before that man came along.

He also said that the man "Glowed" in a strange way. He was the only one who could see it among the members of We Are Robin, even the others he had taught.

Bruce had long since decided he needed to pay his old Master a visit.

[tiger-grace]

Steph: I think we should eat the rich

Bruce, a billionaire, sitting in his grand dining hall with his expensively hobbied family living in a multi million dollar manor, being attended to by a family butler: …that’s great, honey

[ashoss]

pierced jason: a saga

text under cut bc i feel like my handwriting is messy lol

in the batcave medbay

stephanie: i've only pierced ears before so you can't blame me if i fuck up, jason.

jason: its fine - can't be worse than an exploding building

bruce: jason, remember to take your piercings out before you go on patrol.

jason: fuck you, b! i have a helmet for a reason

bruce: what did i tell you jason?

jason: yeah, yeah. whatever.

arrow pointing to bruce: had the same thing happen to him when he was younger

arrows pointing to jason: had an earring ripped out. angry his dad was right

[littlefankingdom]

This is how it feels rn. I hate you DC.

Y'all may disagree, but Bruce is a fictional character. So, with the classist bs DC has been saying about Jason, we can say that any classist shit Bruce has ever said about Jaybin is more DC speaking through him than his actual character. And also, it is weird af to have a man that believes in infinite second chances and bad guys becoming good, to also believes children born from criminals will become criminals. The math isn't mathing, DC.

Anyway, 80s Bruce loved his studious adorable baby that stole his tires, and he has admitted his reasoning behind taking Jason in was "I miss having a kid around" and not actually "Jason will become a criminal if I don't intervene".

[enticeless]

Bruce *i can never truly punish my kids cause theyve already been through so much* Wayne x Hal *they're teenagers, either you run them or they run you and my track days are over* Jordan

~

Bruce: -of all the idiotic, dangerous stunts! Over forty injured, five in critical condition, and we almost lost two civilians in the field today! You are hereby banned from patrol for the foreseeable future! From now on it's the manor and school and that's it! I hope the free time will give you some space to reflect-.

Hal: *coughs*

Bruce:...no phone, no tablet, no laptop, no electronics outside of the family computer room-.

Hal:*coughs*

Bruce:-you'll also be helping Alfred around the manor since your nights will be free-.

Hal:*coughs*

Bruce:-you'll be front and center for the galas and fundraisers next month-.

Hal: *coughs*

Bruce:- for the next three months! And you can forget about joining Hal in space this summer!

Hal: *thumbs up*

[plagueislost]

I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON JASON WING AU THE WAY HIS WINGS CHANGED AND SUCH

do other people who use the lazurus pit experience changes in their wings or was it bc he changed as a person before/after his death

do you think people who go through trauma experience changes in their wings

also what does family preening look like

i am obsessed with the wing au

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS AU.

i originally got the idea of his wings turning white from that streak in his hair that appeared after the resurrection. i figured hey, if the lazarus waters can do that to someone’s hair, it can probably do that to their wings too, right? it allows for Bruce to not realize Jason is Red Hood for a little bit longer, and it lets you visually separate these two halves of Jason’s life.

I honestly got pretty lucky that pigeons and doves are the same type of bird, and that their symbolic meanings are so contrasting. Jason was a street rat before the resurrection. even after becoming robin, his entire outlook on life was informed by his experience on the streets, and his wings reflected that.

after the resurrection, he becomes in a way haunted by his previous life, and is stuck in a state of grief over what he lost and what he can never again be (robin, bruce wayne’s son, whatever). doves are a symbol of peace, which is a nice contrast to the red hood persona, but they’re also a symbol of grief and mourning (well, technically mourning doves are but shhhhh).

I imagine that since Jason is the first to be revived fully from the dead by the lazarus pits, he is the only one to have experienced significant change in his wings. it’s possible Ra’s might have some white speckling from frequent exposure to the pits, but i honestly haven’t decided yet.

about the trauma causing changes in wings thing, most likely it wouldn’t be anything so drastic like Jason’s change but it can definitely leave lasting effects. i heard somewhere that birds in very stressful situations will over-preen themselves, essentially plucking out perfectly healthy feathers until skin is exposed. This is probably a behavior that would manifest in people in this world too, as a form of self harm. It’d be pretty hard to hide, though, so if someone were trying to keep up appearances they’d likely search for other avenues.

lastly, family preening i’d say is similar to social grooming behaviors in apes or birds. I’m not sure about the social structures behind preening in birds, but i know a lot of species will groom each other in order to bond. We don’t see a lot of social grooming in humans because we’re able to stay rather clean on our own, but i’m sure that would be a different story if we had large appendages in hard to reach places covered in feathers that won’t necessarily fall out on their own when they need to.

social preening would look different on a case-by-case basis, depending on living situations and interpersonal relationships. for example, someone who lives alone would probably invite friends over so they can preen one another in a giant pile on the floor, but a group of people living together wouldn’t need to make an event of it and would just idly groom each other while watching tv or something. people probably sell tools that allow you to get to those hard to reach place on your own if you don’t have anyone to preen you, but they aren’t a huge industry. also, you can go a while without preening before it gets dangerous, but it’s uncomfortable and itchy the whole time. with the Wayne foundation, theres likely preening centers across Gotham where individuals (homeless or otherwise) can get their wings preened if they don’t have anyone to preen them and can’t afford the tools.

Jason is still pretty testy about preening now, but before he reconciled with Bruce, his wings were in a constant state of disrepair. He had the money (from crimelord-ing) to pay for the tools to preen himself, but he wasn’t taking very good care of himself overall during that period, so it took a back seat.

thanks for indulging me with this au you guys have been very kind about it :)

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

OK, Just some fluff but it's the City Marks AU.

Summary: Timmy wants his papa. That's it.

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Bruce’s fingers hovered over the keys of the Batcomputer, eyes scanning over the files of a particularly complicated case. But then, a gentle tug at the hem of his cape broke his focus. He blinked, glancing over his shoulder.

There stood Tim, his small frame dwarfed by the shadows of the Batcave, but his presence was unmistakable.

Tim stood there, small and quiet, fingers still gripping the fabric like he hadn’t quite decided if he was allowed to ask for attention. His hoodie sleeves were too long, hiding his hands, his hoodie was up, he had that tired look, and his hair was sticking up slightly—meaning he’d probably just woken up.

Bruce didn’t say anything at first. He simply shifted his chair slightly, making space, giving an unspoken invitation.

Tim hesitated, glancing at the Batcomputer screen, scanning for anything that might indicate Bruce was too busy. He must not have found anything urgent, because after a moment, he let go of the cape and hesitated, shifting on his feet.

Then, slowly, he reached up, wordlessly asking. Bruce understood immediately. Without a second thought, he pulled the kid into his lap, wrapping his cape around him like a protective cocoon. Tim carefully climbed into Bruce’s lap, curling up against his chest like a little bird seeking warmth.

Bruce exhaled, feeling the tension from hours of work ease just a fraction. He pressed a hand to the back of Tim’s head, rubbing slow circles over his scalp.

Tim curled up against him, pressing his face into Bruce’s chest, little hands gripping the armored fabric of his suit. He was small, too small for his age, but he was warm and safe now. Bruce rested a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly.

Tim gave a tiny nod, then hesitated before clicking quietly—words forming in Marked-Tongue.

’Nightmare.’

Bruce hummed low in his chest, a deep, grounding sound. “It's okay, I'm here." He dropped his head to nuzzle the younger cryptid. "You're safe, pup.”

Tim tucked his face further into Bruce’s chest in response. He didn’t purr—not yet—but his breathing slowed, matching the steady rise and fall of Bruce’s own.

Bruce didn’t move back to his case right away. The city could wait a little longer.

His cub needed him.

He was proud of his third(? Steph was basically Tim's twin, but she was about four months older) youngest for getting this far. When Bruce, Dick, and Jason had first found him and Steph as two runaways on the streets, they'd been so damn scared.

Steph had adjusted faster since she hadn't had it as bad, but only because she ran away earlier. Tim's father? Tim father had literally damaged the cub's vocal cords.

Now his sweet little boy could only speak Mark-Tongue without trouble, and English even hurt sometimes. And even then, he only felt safe enough to speak around his siblings and dad.

So this -seeking out comfort and actually leaning into it- was progress and it made his heart swell.

Screw Jack.

Tim was his cub now.

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompt 10

[theliliesofthevalleies]

Odd Ritual

It was.. odd to say the least. The Justice League couldn’t understand what it meant, why the Bats and Birds of Gotham did it, why it always seemed to calm the nerves of the various Robins before a mission. It could have just been a comm check they all knew. Could have just been the first thing one of them said one day to test the mics and it just stuck.

The Justice never questioned it. Not out loud. Not at first. They would watch and listen as a hand would raise to an earpiece and tap. Then a sound off.

Two taps on the ear piece. A clearing of the throat and a quick, firm, “Not today.” Would be called over the comms and every Bat and Bird in on the mission and even those far away listening in would echo the words back. It didn’t matter which one of them started the little ritual but without fail they would all chime in.

It wasn’t until Tim, in his Robin days, was perched comfortably on Superman’s shoulders on the other side of the country for a mission that anyone else started to do it. Bruce was on the East Coast still working the same case with Dick and Barbra while Tim was on the West Coast with Clark. Only Bruce was busy and Clark could feel the tension in the fourteen year old coil tighter and tighter the longer it took for the odd ritual to start.

He thought for a moment then reached up to his earpiece and double tapped it causing it to crackle to life and in a firm voice started speaking. “Not today.” He said with the same inflection the rest of the Bats and Birds always did.

It was an instantaneous shift as Tim relaxed, his hand instinctively reaching for his own earpiece he double tapped and echoed the words quietly. Then not even two minutes later the rest of the Bats and Birds chimed in all the way from across the country from them and Clark felt Tim release his tension completely and let out a breath that Clark had somehow missed Tim holding.

After that Clark told the rest of the League that there were times during his mission with the fourteen year old that the very human Robin should not have survived. He swore it had to have been the little ritual that kept the teen safe as he single handedly took down an entire warehouse of men while Clark was preoccupied with guards protecting a shipping container they clearly didn’t want Superman in.

Then it became a regular occurrence even when the Bat and his Birds weren’t around. Whenever someone was about to go on a long mission or into a highly stressful situation they would tap their earpiece, or just their ear if there was no need for an earpiece and speak with a firm belief that it would keep them safe.

“Not today.”

It had become a mantra. Words to live by. Words to die by.

“Not today.”

It was basically part of Justice League initiation and training. Everyone had to know to do it before every mission, before every fight, especially when they had one of the various human Gotham vigilante’s on their team.

It spread quickly to the other teams too. The Teen Titans first with Dick in his Robin days, then Young Justice with Tim in his Robin days, who started every mission with the sound off over the comms. Then The Titans after Dick grew up and became Nightwing, The Outlaws with Jason after he came back, The Teen Titans with Damian, The Birds of Prey with the girls.

Eventually every hero in the world who had any connections to any of the various teams anywhere would start their missions with the odd ritual. It was nice and it calmed their nerves before going off and putting their lives on the line. Everyone assumed that it was to tell death he couldn’t have them today.

Then someone finally asked Batman. No one knew why it was that they did it. They’d never asked before, never thought it was particularly necessary to know.

“Hey Bats..” Hal Jordan said, grabbing Bruce’s attention as they were all gearing up for a mission they were worried was going to be particularly troublesome. Bruce grunted in response as he pulled a newly developed pair of weighted gauntlets on. Hal just rolled his eyes before he spoke again. “Why do you start every mission with the ‘Not today’ sound off..?”

Bruce stopped and looked at Hal, his face shifting unnoticeably to confusion. “What are you talking about..?”

Hal looked surprised and stammered for a moment before collecting himself and speaking again. “The.. comms thing. You double tape your earpiece and say ‘Not today’.. why..?”

Bruce stayed quiet for a moment then another before he actually snorted out a small huff of a laugh. “One night while Nightwing was still Robin my earpiece never turned on and he got hurt and I didn’t hear it. It was early in the night and I double checked my earpiece when I hadn’t heard from him in a while. I’m threatening an inanimate object to work properly so my kids don’t get hurt without my knowledge..”

Everyone in the room who was gearing up stood in stark shock. They assumed it had been some mantra about not getting hurt or not dying while in the fray of a fight. Not Batman threatening an inanimate object with no sentience to work so he could hear if his kids got hurt.

It didn’t change anything. Everyone still did it. It still calmed nerves, admittedly though it had started calming nerves because now everyone knew someone was listening in and making sure they were safe and accounted for whether they were on a solo mission or a team.

(Honestly I don’t really have more than this so.. here you go. Original idea from an r/askreddit question about strange things a military officer has accidentally trained their troops to do that I can’t find anywhere after finding one video of it on TikTok lmao. Anyway love you bye! 😘❤️🖤)

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

The difference in canon vs fanon Tim is insane but have you also considered the difference in how Tim Drake is perceived within canon?

[on-the-clear-blue]

Nightwing crouches at the edge of one of Bludhavens tallest buildings, watching the streets with a pair of binoculars, back hunched and seeming more gargoyle than vigilante.

Deathstroke pads out from the shadows, the older man confident as he looks down at the hero: Truly fucked up this time kid...heard from a little bird that one Richard Grayson is in some deep shit...the offer still stands. Come with me. Let go of those silly set of rules and live a little...I remade the Red X suit...

Nightwing turns, and Slade realizes two things at once, Dick Grayson preferred to be closer to street level...and that he wanst that bulky.

Bruce, dressed as Nightwing and covering Bludhaven to let Dick have a date night, staring at Deathstroke as he stands and pulls out the escrima sticks: Come the fuck again?

Slade Wilson, realizing now that...Oops that's batman: Now wait there a second...you have a no kill rule Batman...

Bruce, filled with even more murderous rage: If I get you and the Joker my sons will love me again...you have a 3 second head start...