#Hal chirps

[grittystitties]

JAMIE MOTHERFUCKING DRYSDALE WITH THE PPG AGAINST HIS OLD TEAM!!! I SCREAMED! OUT LOUD!!

[witherby]

I think it would be hilarious if we went back to the first word prompt expect Hal gets called either 'mama' or 'ma'

Somehow we heard the word somewhere or something else and just.. Yeah sure this guy has the face of a Ma, whatever that is anyways!

I gotta ask. What's it like being the funniest person alive, 'Nony?

"Who did it?"

The Waynes all exchange curious glances with each other, shrugging intermittently and muttering in confusion.

"Did what, Glowstick?" Jason finally asks, kicking his feet up on the ottoman and using a switchblade to clean any dirt under his nails. "Cause if the answer is 'switched out your shampoo for baby pink hair dye,' then I dunno."

"THAT WAS YOU? No, no — that's not what I was talking about." Hal scowls at him, but it loses some of its effect because you're cooing happily in his arms, fiddling with a green puzzle block he constructed. He gestures to you with his free hand. "I mean this!!"

Dick bites his lip and snorts. Damian rolls his eyes. Jason lifts a brow. Tim bites the bullet.

"Who did what? Made the baby? Their mom, I imagine."

"Mmmum...mama," you coo, lighting up. You look at Hal like he hung the moon and stars in the sky as you chant it. "Mama! Ma!"

"This," Hal hisses, cheeks bright red. "Who told them I was mama?"

No one fesses up. Hal glares at each one of them for several seconds, checking for tells or signs of guilt. He finally turns to Bruce, who is absolutely not looking at him.

"Oh my god." Hal says.

"...hmm?" Bruce mutters, admiring the carpet like it's the most fascinating thing on the planet. "Something wrong?"

"You conditioned the baby to call me mama."

"...no? I didn't?"

"You're a bad fucking liar, Bruce."

"Fucking!" You chirp in delight. Jason bursts out laughing. Hal covers his face.

"Why did you do that!?" Damian demands. "The infant is susceptible to any words you choose to use as their language center develops, now they're going to —"

"— is incredible," Tim says to himself in the sudden cacophony. "Best family meeting ever."

"Baby bat's gonna put sailors to shame," Dick teases.

Bruce is still staring at the carpet.

"I'm Daddy," he eventually says, "you can't also be Daddy. It'll confuse them."

"I couldn't be papa?? Or Pops? Or Baba? You just jumped straight to mom??"

"Mama," you declare, beaming.

Bruce shrugs. He's trying not to smile.

[kawaiichibiart]

Another idea for the JL meeting the BatFam:

You know how there are prompts/fics where they capture Red Hood and arrest him because they just know him as a crime lord and not Batman's son, until Bruce shows up and pretty much bails him out??

Take that but have the majority (if not all) his kids be villains he's taken in to help reform and live better lives. They don't fight crime (yet) but they like lurking about in the manor and in the cave.

The JL needs to meet somewhere due the Watchtower being closed for some major upgrades and repairs, and it's voted that the Batcave would be the next best place. Bruce isn't happy about it, but begrudgingly let's them hold the next few meetings there.

The first few went by smoothly, but then one day one of them, most likely Hal or Oliver, notices something in the corner of their eyes and they just see large, golden, eyes stare back at them. And they tell the others about it. They're about to get ready to fight, when Bruce just lets out the biggest sigh and says, "Dick, please, everything is fine."

He's not even looking in the direction of the eyes, so he can't see the heavy "I fucking doubt it" look the young man has on his face.

The JL eventually sits back down and resume the meeting, all while feeling an intense stare on them. If you ask, none of them jumped when the young man propped himself against Batman's chair. The meeting, thankfully, ends quickly.

And the next few meetings introduce a few new faces (another young man, this one with a white streak in his hair. He almost always had a loaded gun in his hands, if not blades he was cleaning. And then there was a boy, who looked a bit too much like the Joker, and was constantly pranking them. No one wants to talk about the time Dick showed up again, this time with a girl and younger boy and any silence was broken by birds chirping).

Once they're able to get back to the Watchtower, they demand answers, and wow is that a long story.

[silly-sea-screature]

Y’all think Cryptid! Batman(yes yes more BatLantern) would have some cute moments where it could be total silence but Batman is so comfortable with Hal’s presence he just goes boneless like a cat laying down and refusing to move because they’re just way too comfortable to move.

Like Hal is just busy yapping about something mostly to himself while being on surveillance duty with Batman

Batman who is experiencing peak comfort with his favorite person is pretty much looking like what you can only describe as the laundry on your chair in the middle of the night. It’s cute, funny and could honestly be pretty true for a cryptid batman who is both a cat and a bat smooshed together lol

Edit: bonus points if Hal sees this and keep yapping because if he stops Batman like actually peaks up at him wondering why he stopped. So Hal gets to vent or just talk about something interesting on surveillance and Batman isn’t forced to speak/chirp/coo and gets the perfect white noise; the voice of a loved one.

[ilona2nerrie]

SuperBat Mer au: Chapter Six, Bruce starts to heal, Clark is firm about his family.

People tagged:

@ancientdreams-in-a-modernland

@pettitneko

@random-generated-name

@sofia-gosth-blog

Parts of story before this:

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Part five linked: Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

Chapter Six:

Part seven linked: Clark has some explaining to do. Bruce struggles with feelings.

More Mer types for you all!

Cassandra: Flashlight fish.

(Same type as Bruce! Because they both struggle with talking and I think flashes as communication for Cass would fit.)

Stephinie: Dottyback

(it’s a beautiful fish and the ones in my aquarium near me are known for being sassy, so I think this fits her!)

Enjoy your read!         

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The swim back to the reef was a painful one. Jason was mostly fine. He had obviously been protected by his dad. Bur Bruce was bruised and cut up, cuts all around his torso and tail. And Clark hated it. Once they were in slightly familiar territory, Clark set Bruce down on a sand bed. Jason chirped slightly, narrowing his eyes and looking at Clark as he was set down as well.

“It’s ok buddy,” Clark muttered, taking in the extent of Bruce’s wounds. “I’m just getting something to wrap him.”

Bruce had passed out a while ago, weather from exhaustion or pain Clark wasn’t sure. He was just happy that Bruce had felt safe enough to let his guard down around him. And he had said Clark’s name! his heart was still buzzing from that.

Jason nuzzled his fathers limp hand, lightly biting it as if trying to wake Bruce up.

Clark tutted and pulled Jason off Bruce’s hand, Jason histed and bit Clarks instead.

“Uh- buddy not the best idea, can we just focus on your dad instead of attacking me? Please. Please don’t bite me.” Clark said, holding the pup at arm’s length.

Jason seemed to understand the word dad, but not much else. He did stop, but kept his glare as he looked at Clark, then looked pointedly at Bruce. Communicating something along the lines of ‘fix him’.

Clark chuckled nervously at the pup’s command, letting him go and watching as Jason simply let himself sink to the sand so he could lay his chin on his dad’s tail, whining softly. Clark winced at the sight, sighing.

“Ok,” he muttered, nodding at Jason. “You can stay on my back while I fix your father, just don’t bite me.”

Jason obviously didn’t need to be told twice, backpacking himself on Clarks back and wrapping his tail around Clark’s stomach to secure himself. It was a bit tricker to work while he had a pup on his back, but cark managed to mauver himself and keep working. He had found seaweed and sponge and was placing the sponge over the more serious cuts before wrapping the seaweed around them in a makeshift bandage. It wasn’t the best job, but it would deter anything from getting worse.

He lifted Bruce into his arms and started on his way back to the league, noticing as Jason started to drift off on his shoulder, almost falling. Clark wrapped a piece of seaweed around his own chest, then over Jason’s back to swaddle him against his back so the pup could fall asleep. Jason tried to be upset about it, but he really couldn’t as he felt himself be pulled under by the inane urge of sleep.

With a pup drifting against his shoulder and a fully grown Mer against his chest, Clark carefully entered the league hall.

He entered to find Dick in a heated debate with Hal, arguing over something or another while Dick was holding the sleeping Damian, and Tim was hiding under the table examining everyone.

“Clark!” Hal said when he got back in, stalking over and staring Clark down. Dick was offended he was left hanging but instead collected Tim from where he was doing his examinations as he swam behind Clark, sticking his lounge out.

“What the fuck was that?” Hal gritted his teeth, “you left us babysitting children! Random child-“

“Hal, if you want to keep your Tonge you won’t swear in front of my kids.” Clark said sternly, moving an arm to hold Dicks hand.

The league was basically shocked it see Clark actually with kids, and-

“Is that the anomaly  we kept getting reports about?” Arthur asked, eyes narrowing. Clark wasn’t honestly phased, instead staring word and not dropping his gaze.

“He is not it. This is Bruce. If anyone has any questions, don’t ask them. I don’t care.”

With that Clark knelt down to Dicks level, who was holding a sleepy Damian and a Tim who was clinging to his arm. Clark smiled.

“Hey, we can go back to my place, ok? Well leave these four there and then you can take me to the other kids, and they can stay with me, at least until your dads ok. Dose that sound good?” Clark asked.

Dick nodded, shooting a glare at Hal and following Clark. Tim didn’t get the memo and swam up to Hal, blinking. Hal picked him up by his arm and stared at the child, Tim grabbed his hair and took some for himself, blinking at Hal as he held the small bit of hair. Hal dropped Tim, who stayed on the bottom as he stared.

“Tim!” Dick called, looking at his brother. “You don’t need more bits for your collection, hurry up!”

Hal was very disturbed when the small pup swam away, keeping his eyes on Hal as Dick grabbed his hand and pulled him along. It wasn’t a long swim back to Clark’s place, Dick woke up Jason softly and handed Damian to him, before setting Tim down on a coral bed and tugging on Clark’s hand.

“C’mon.” He mumbled, pulling on it. “we’ve got to go get the others, then I can relax.”

“Ok, ok. Let’s go.” Clark said softly, following the kid out of the room. Dick did need guiding back to the reef, but once Dick realised where he was, he shot off in one direction. It wasn’t a speed Clark couldn’t easily match, but he did wonder why the pup was so desperate to get back.

Clark’s eyes did widen when Dick went from reef, to deeper. And deeper. Clark was sort of scared they’d come across the trench monsters, but when he went to tell Dick to go up Dick didn’t listen to him, instead going deeper.

Eventually just above a nest of trench creatures, Dick swerved and went into a cave, Clark soon to follow. Dick paused for a minute before he clicked a few times. Dick saw a few flashes and took that as reason to continue, going further into the cave. Clark followed him, eyes shifting around till he saw three more kids. One of them the same Mer type as Bruce, which was cool.

Cassandra was holding a sleeping duke as Stephine was already swimming around Clark curiously. Cassandra flashed a question to Dick, and he nodded.

“This is dads’ boyfriend.” Dick whisper. “Has letting us stay at his place, c’mon.”

Clark was about to protest about the  boyfriend part, well they weren’t together yet, but he got handed a sleeping duke by Cass and had to follow the small part of the brood as they swam passed him, Dick tugging Clark along again.

Clark followed the kids, still off guard by the face they were so deep into the water, but he felt himself able to breath easy again when they got higher.

He looked to the sleeping pup in his arms to the other ones following him, conversing in hushed whispers.  He would’ve laughed in most situations, but he was a little annoyed at the fact that they weren’t explaining the location in the slightest. But either way, that doesn’t really matter right now.

When he got back to the apartment, he ushered the kids into the room his bed was in, where the others were. They honestly just moved into a kind of pile, going to sleep like that. Clarks former irritation was forgotten in the presence of seeing a bunch of cute kids. He hummed, a smile onto his face as he slipped out of the room.

Swimming out,  back to the couch where he had left Bruce, he saw the other sitting up and slowly peeling the seaweed of his tail with an annoyed expression.

“Oh- hey you need that to be safe.” Clark said, swimming over and grabbing Bruce’s hands in one of his, softly re-wrapping the seaweed. He looked up at the other with a smile and sat next to him when he was done.

Bruce looked at him, before just nodding and- and actually leaning on his shoulder. Clark wasn’t able to pinpoint his heart stopped, but it had, and as he wrapped his arms around the other shoulders and leaned his head on top of Bruce, he knew this was where he was going to stay.

Haters be dammed.

(WHOO! Another chapter done, a big one this time! Anyway, I think this one might be one of the last, but don’t worry! I mean the last for this story. Not this au. After I’m done with this, instead of dragging this part of the story on ill host a poll and get you guys to vote on what aspect to work on next, yes it will still be SuperBat centric, but it will be a chance for you all to get a say, and for us to continue this story! If anyone who can and wants to draw enjoys this, and actually dose something for it, please send it in asks! Id love to see any creative works honestly. Even head cannons you have ideas on as well; I’ll try work it into the story if I like it! Anyway, thanks for reading, if you want to be added to tag list just ask and have an amazing day!)

(Oh! And if you have ideas for this au but the next story after this, please send it in comments! Id love to see what you guys want after this one. And if you have other Au ideas, send that in asks! Like I’m also writing a SuperBat fic with Bruce in limbo. If anyone wants that ill, make a pinned post and post both stories. Anyway, sorry for rambling, enjoy!)

(Ok, last thing but I write 1800 words, and I’m really proud of that, because I really enjoy writing and it means so much, I have so many people who want to read, please ask if you want to be tagged, its no bother to me and it makes my day that people enjoy my story. I promise this is the last time, enjoy your day and embrace your creativity!)

[effietrinket1619]

the tiktok war: jessica cruz

i have no self control.

a continuation of this, inspired by this. part three

Bruce found Jessica Cruz a couple of hours after his failed confrontation with Jordan. She was sat at one of the long benches they used to eat communally, smiling into a mug of something steaming as she talked quietly to someone over her ring. The conversation moved in starts and stops as she spoke, fond exasperation in each word.

"I know it's hard," she was saying through a sip, "but that's the point. If you're not being challenged, then there's no reason behind doing the extra work. ...No one is gonna dismantle the education system because you don't wanna do homework! Even we have hard limits and I'm pretty sure the US president would have a stroke if one of us strolled into the White House for any reason." Jess then laughed as she listened to the response, completely hidden from Bruce as it was likely being projected through her ring for her ears only. "Ask Kyle for help. ...Okay, sure, he's not a great help with Biology but I think it's a little mean to call him completely useless."

Bruce sat down in front of her, miffed when her attention didn't swing towards him immediately. He cleared his throat and she continued to ignore him, her gaze only snapping up when he rumbled, "Jessica, I want to--"

Jessica put up a hand with a stern expression, eyes flashing. "I'm talking to someone here. Wait a moment, please." Blinking and a little cowed, he settled back to wait if only not to draw attention to himself. "Okay, tell you what. If Guy gets back from his scan and he's not dead on his feet, you go ask him. You'll have a better time with him than asking Hal about this stuff. He does know way too much about Korugarian biology for some reason... No, Keli, I don't think you should ask him why... Because I don't wanna know either!"

The voice at the end jabbered on for a little more. Jessica sighed and stretched. "I'm not sure. Guy and Hal should be by soon and John's probably off doing whatever. I'll wrap up whatever I'm doing here and then I'll come down. Finish your homework in the meantime. ...Oh, what happens if you don't?" Jess fixed Bruce with an inscrutable look. "Well, I've heard a rumour that kids who don't finish their homework find a Bat hiding under their beds. ...And how do you know I'm lying? Ask Hal about it. He's definitely had that experience before."

Bruce resented whatever half-cocked lies Hal was baking about him behind Bruce's back. He also wanted Jessica to know that it wasn't true. Bruce had only been waiting on top of Hal's bed when he'd walked in and he clearly hadn't let go of it.

Jessica hung up without much fanfare and leaned back in her chair with her mug pressed in her hands. "Yes?" she chirped, raising an eyebrow.

Unable to resist, Bruce asked, "Was that Keli Quintela?"

With a perfect poker face, Jessica said, "Who?"

"The--the person you were just talking to."

She took a long sip from her mug, looking thoughtful for a moment. "I wasn't talking to anyone just now."

Blinking, Bruce muttered, "But you--"

"What's up, Bruce? Is it something important?"

Taking a moment to compose himself, Bruce continued. "I just wanted to bring up my concerns about Hal's TikTok account--"

"My account," Jessica said with a pleasant smile. "It's my account. I'm doing the filming and editing and I come up with a lot of the content ideas. Simon and Kyle help and Hal is the main star but the work is all me."

"...Right." Keeping his voice measured and pitched a little higher, he went on. "I was hoping to talk to you about content you make that could potentially compromise the identities and lives of members of the caped community."

Jessica's smile never wavered as she delivered her response, entirely poised with her mug pinned delicately between her fingertips. "There's no way I could compromise anything. I edit and recheck everything I post down to the last millisecond if I have to. No one's drawn the connection yet and no one will."

"Fine," Bruce ground out. "If not you, then Jordan. He can't be trusted with keeping his mouth shut."

Jessica chuckled into her mug. "Oh, if you think Hal can't keep a secret then you'd be so surprised."

Bruce felt himself bluescreen for a moment. Hal...keeping secrets? From Bruce? After his particular history? "What the hell does that mean?" he growled, sitting up a little straighter.

Her response was airy. "Don't worry about it. Nothing apocalyptic yet, unfortunately, but we can only hope. Anything else?"

"Yes. My first and only point. I want you to delete the account. I don't think it's safe for the child you allegedly have and I believe it could cause genuine harm to certain individuals both in your team and in others. It would be the responsible thing to do and I know that you want to take the best possible steps forward for the future. That is my advice to you."

Jessica stared at him, mulling over his words syllable by syllable. It was a minute or two before she opened her mouth again and Bruce honestly wished she hadn't. "First of all, I never asked for your advice. If I needed advice from an older hero, I'd go to Clark or something. Secondly, I have made close to thirty videos on that platform already. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of videos where our alleged kid makes an appearance. I have never shared her age, name or face publicly. I don't even let her stand in front of the camera."

Bruce nodded along. "Yes, very smart of you to do but--"

"I'm not done." Jessica leaned forward, cradling her cheek in one hand as she studied him. "Maybe I could take your 'advice' at face value if it wasn't public knowledge that Brucie Wayne's got a TikTok account too, run by his tech savvy son, Tim Drake. I know for a fact that you won't take this advice yourself and delete your own account so why should I?"

"It's pointless. Jordan doesn't have a public image to maintain."

"Neither does about 90% of the platform. Also, have you ever heard of the word 'fun'?"

"It only draws unnecessary attention towards you."

"Some might say that we already draw plenty of attention by just existing." Her smile widened with every passing second and it was grating on Bruce's nerves. "This attention is actually mostly positive. It's a nice change. Especially for Hal."

"And how long will that be sustainable? Jordan is not the type to sell himself for views."

"He isn't," Jessica said with a grin. "He couldn't care less about what we put up. I ask him if he wants to be in front of a camera that day, he says yes, we film whatever and then he never thinks about it again. He's a huge hit."

Grinding his teeth together so much, Bruce was momentarily worried he would wear the enamel away, he seethed, "Jordan does not need to have such an extensive online presence! He doesn't need fans making edits of him and--"

Bruce made himself shut up if only out of growing fear for the expression of pure and unadulterated joy growing on Jessica's face. Her eyes sparkled as they scrutinised him and her next words punched the breath from Bruce's lungs.

"Oh my God," she whispered, "you're jealous of Hal."

"What?"

"You're jealous that Hal's more popular on TikTok than you are!" Her excitement grew with each word and Bruce needed to nip this in the bud before it got out and bloomed uncontrollably. "That's why you need my account gone. It's not security or the kid but because your ego's bruised and now you're throwing a tantrum!"

He stood, hands splayed flat against the table and loomed over her. "Cruz, you'll stop this train of thought right now, or--"

"Heya, J-Bird! What'cha doing over here?"

A new voice had Bruce whipping around. It was Baz, mask gone so Bruce could see the genuine malice behind his eyes even if his smile was friendly. He leaned heavily against a comically large, construct folding chair. "Baz," Bruce said coolly, "we were just--"

"Hey, Simon! How was patrol?"

Baz shrugged, not moving from his spot. "Fine. Hal had me drop a couple of guys off at Oa before I came back so he could make the PTA meet. How was that?"

"I don't think he's killed anyone yet," she chirped.

"Thank God. What were you doing over here?" he asked, gesturing between her and Bruce. "Seems spirited."

"We were just talking, weren't we, Bruce?" Jessica said sweetly.

Bruce nodded. "And I--"

"We're actually done here." Jessica rose and walked away to dump her empty mug into the sink. She strode to Baz and looped her arm through one of his. "Wanna pick up some pastries on the way home?"

He grinned, glancing sharply at Bruce. "Absolutely I do. I've been craving a good slice of carrot cake since I left. Do you think they'd have those cream puffs?"

"Oh, I love those!"

And Bruce was left there, standing in the dust. He looked up just in time to catch Jessica's wink and quietly resolved himself to destroy any and all footage that existed of this interaction.

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Why oh why

Headcanon Barry and hal taught a four year old to swear once and they both be taking that to their graves.

Like they were rescuing civilians and found a four year old, had to rock paper scissors who would be going on the ‘parents hunt’ and hal lost so he swore

Hal: ‘yeah, yeah, you cheated fastass’

but the child heard ‘fatass’ and chirped it back.

4 yr old: Fatass.

Barry: DUDE

Hal: WHAT? i’m sure he came pre-swear.

Barry: you can’t just call me a fatass in front of a child you dickhead

Hal:…

Barry:…

The next thing they hear is a really loud dickhead, anyway, Hal gets booster to drop that kid off and the mother blames booster for her sons sudden swearing lololol.

(She blasts him on social media like: GUESS WHICH HERO TAUGHT MY FOUR YEAR OLD TO SWEAR, BOOSTER GOLD, DON’T LEAVE HIM WITH YOUR KIDS!!!)

Hal and barry taking that to their graves.

[thenewgirl76]

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Before John can spend his rare downtime bonding with his childhood friend Angela Foley's son for the next two weeks, he first has to find someone to babysit the... weird looking creature that's apparently his nephew in all but blood's best friend. Not an easy feat given how clingy to the point of being attached to the hip the ferret shaped thing is.

Tucker has to bribe his pet(?) with hanging with the Green Lanterns along with the rest of the Justice League up in the Watchtower(they'll definitely be discussing that later) just to convince him to not try and tagalong. And that's how Hal finds himself dealing with the major headache that is Phantom.

No, he's not exaggerating. That's exactly what the measly gremlin is with his constant demands for food, affection, or playtime from anyone who's present and insistence on getting into whatever he can, one never-ending headache. What makes it even more taxing is how everyone else, even Batman is so wrapped up in how "cute and lovable" the little bugger is they see nothing wrong with his annoying antics.

And as if it couldn't get any worse, the tiny menace seems to have taken a liking to him the most out of all the League and won't quit following him around. It's like dealing with an abnormally needy and scarily intelligent cat, and Hal absolutely abhors cats.

That said, he does find himself feeling just a smidge of regret when he allows his stress over a grueling patrol to get the best of him and yells at the little creep for drinking his coffee. If it'll get everyone off his back and stop Phantom from making those hurt puppy dog eyes at him he'll make it up to the diminutive devil later somehow. Right after he sneaks a nap in while he's stuck on monitor duty.

But of course Phantom won't even allow him that, as he's now pestering him rather persistently with that aggravating chirping and trilling. Since napping is no longer an option he'll just see what Phantom wants and hopefully get rid of him for at least a few minutes afterwards. So Hal slowly drags himself into consciousness, and is met with a large oddly colored hunk of swiss cheese?

Waking up a bit more he starts hearing the swiss cheese begging him for death. Okay, clearly something's wrong with this picture. Wiping the last of the sleep from his eyes Hal looks again, and is instantly screaming in horror upon realizing what he had mistook for swiss cheese in his sleepy haze is actually Sinestro, looking very much like he'd fought a school of piranhas and the piranhas won. With all the blood and all the chunks of missing flesh and skin Hal can see why his former mentor was pleading with him to end him.

And throughout all this that little monster Phantom is staring up at him, perched on the barely alive korugaran, covered in his blood and looking far too pleased with himself. If it weren't for Hal's training and fortitude he'd either be running scared or having a nervous breakdown. That doesn't stop him from being immensely relieved over no longer having to be on guard around Phantom once John finally comes to get the miniscule hellion off the Watchtower.

Though it would be nice if; Superman stopped trying to guilt trip him. *He swears on everything holy he's gonna find the biggest piece of kryptonite and shove it where the sun don't shine if he has to listen to how Phantom never would have did what he did if Hal hadn't been so harsh one more time.*

Wonder Woman ceased with her badgering about how he should have shown more appreciation towards Phantom and the gift he had bestowed upon him.*He'd love to see just how appreciative she'd be if it was Cheetah getting dumped in front of her all chewed... oh wait.*

Flash quit laughing at him. *Shut the hell up Allen. He did NOT scream like a little girl.*

And most of all, John and all the other GL dropped it about how they were so jealous he was the one Phantom gifted instead of them. *Seriously guys? With all that little miser put him through, that's what you're taking from it?*

Missing Scene

*When Sinestro was confronted by Little Baby Man*

*What Little Baby Man did to him before hauling him off to present to Hal*

[trans-masc-michelangelo]

I love the "JL Thinks Batman (and family) Are Cryptids And Lie About Being Human" trope.

But what about the opposite?

They all think he's some Regular Guy cosplaying as a giant bat and leaning a little too heavily on the cryptid front

But he's actually just some guy who was gifted Eldritch or whatever gifts after he was murdered over 200 some years ago

For example:

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Batman, getting up from his chair: I need to head back to the cave. My flock has a very important event for a practice serimony.

And the JL just look at him, eyes confused and slightly scared of what he might mean, then Hal (because of course it's Hal) speaks up.

Hal: Uhh... Don't you think you're playing up the cryptid schtick a little too much? I mean, we all have a life outside the League, you could just say that you have a family thing.

Batman, stares at him for a moment, completely confused and wondering what the everloving hell made these people think he was human: I am over two hundred years old and control shadows as well as I am basically a shadow. What exactly about that screams Regular Human Boy (whoever gets this reference, hug me)

Superman, just realizing Batman has a point in this field: Wait, you're actually not human?? I thought you were just some human who decided to make your trauma everyone else's problem by dressing like a furry and beating people up!

Batman: ... What exactly about me and how I communicate and how my children communicate says that we're all human beings? Two of my children, as well as myself, have wings and we all speak in Birdsong.

Flash: I just thought the first Robin came up with that as a secret language.

Batman, questioning the intelligence of these heroes when they didn't realize he was, in fact, NOT human in the slightest term: I started speaking it outright after I took him in, yes, but all of us speak it...

Wonder Woman: I feel like I should have known this, I mean, you have low levels of dark magickal energy emanating off you...

Hal: I'm sorry, WHAT

Batman: I was killed two hundred years ago and brought back in Gotham's time of need. Now if you would excuse me, I really do need to get back to my flock. The serimony is very important.

Batman then walks out, chittering and chirping about how stupid his coworkers are for not realizing that he was not human at all.

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Bonus points if the "Serimony" is just a group preening of the feathered wings that all of them like to make a Cryptid Spa Day out of

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Update: someone in the comments said they could see SuperBat slotted into this, I don't have any ideas of how to continue this so anyone that wants to do something with it can (I just have ONE SIMPLE request because I know how people can be: please please PLEASE for the love of all that is good and righteous in this world, do NOT make it Batc*st. I will legitimately lose my goddamn mind.)

[grittystitties]

wait holy shit you’re telling me otter’s sad insta post is how I find out mush got TRADED??? omg

[kteezy997]

Lady in Waiting-Part Three//King Hal

@gatoenlaciudad thanks for the photo 😉

This is a long chapter, get you a snack and a drink and settle in, my dear ones💕

Warnings:angst, yearning, secret relationship

The next week was going to be filled with wedding preparations: helping Lady Sophia pick out flower arrangements, accompanying her to visit with the dress maker, editing the guest list. You could already feel the exhaustion mounting.

You knocked on your Lady’s door, “Princess? Are you ready to rise for the day? You have a big week ahead of you, dear.” You did your best to sound cheerful, but you knew that most of the work would fall onto your shoulders, which you were dreading a bit.

“Yes, yes, come in!” she called to you from inside her bedroom.

Just as you were turning the door handle to enter, you heard a man call your name, and you knew the voice.

Youfroze against the door, leaving it closed and looking up at Hal.

“Y/n, my lady, it is good to see you. Good morning.” he smiled kindly.

Nothing happened. You told yourself, but your heart was pounding, your mind racing with the memory of the previous night. You cleared your throat, “Yes, good morning, Your Majesty.”

“I trust you slept well?”

Why is he continuing this conversation? “Oh, yes, my lord. Quite well in fact. What brings you to Lady Sophia’s chambers? Is there something the matter?”

Hal shook his head, “No, not at all. I only wished to bid good morning to my bride. But only if she is decent.”

“Oh, how very kind of you. But I’m afraid she is not-"

“Y/n? What is keeping you?” you heard Lady Sophia call out from behind the door. The door opened behind you, revealing the future Queen of England, clad only in her nightclothes. “Oh!” she quickly covered herself, “Your Majesty, apologies. I did not know you would come calling.”

You looked at how smitten she was with him; she was already blushing in his presence. It was a good thing they were to be wed, for if he were any other man, he would be severely punished for seeing the Princess in such a state.

"No apology needed, my Lady. I only wished to bid you a good day and see how you are doing, just a week before our wedding."

"Oh, I am doing wonderfully, Your Majesty. Thank you for your hospitality and for being so kind." Lady Sophia answered in a sing-song voice.

You could not help but notice how formal they still were with one another. They did not dislike each other, but there certainly was not any passion or desire to be sensed.

"That is all I could hope for. Please, do not hesitate to make yourselves at home. I want you to be more than comfortable here," he gazed from Sophia onto you, "both of you. And again, I would be pleased for you to call me Hal, enough with the formalities, really." He smiled and nodded to both of you. You could have sworn his gaze lingered longer on you than the Princess. "Good day, ladies."

Lady Sophia giggled like a little girl as Hal walked away. "See? He is terribly kind, even to the help."

You felt the subtle jab, even if she did not mean it negatively.

"Well, come now." she chirped, "I must get dressed for the day."

……..

Sophia started to gush about Hal, since it was just the two of you in her bedroom. “Did you know that the King is fluent in French? He is endlessly fascinating.”

For some reason, you decided to add your own knowledge to the mix, “He also enjoys horseback riding and a good book in a quiet place.”

She darted her eyes at you, like she was envious of you knowing a piece of information that she did not. “Is that so? And how might you know?”

You shrugged, “I had a short, but friendly conversation with Hal last night. I hope that does not displease you, my Lady?”

Sophia hummed, “No, I suppose it is okay for you to speak to him. I think it might even be a good thing; you can find out things about him for me, so that I may know him better.” she nodded happily.

You frowned, keeping your eyes on her corset as you tightened it. “Would you rather find out these intimate things about your husband directly from him?”

Sophia sighed, “I can only talk to him so much, y/n. I am sure that there are other queenly duties for me to attend to. I cannot devote all of my time getting to know my husband. Besides, I already know that he is handsome, kind, and smart. What else do I need to know?”

You pondered over her words, nodding but not truly agreeing, but she was none the wiser. “Well, I am happy to help you in any way I can, my Lady.” You smiled at each other in the mirror.

As she straightened out her dress, Sophia said, “I think he will be a good father. He is so needlessly kind and present. Nothing like a typical father, he will gladly take part in raising the children, I am sure if it. Ugh, he is so smart and worldly, our children are so lucky.” she sighed.

“You say children as if they are already here, my Lady.” you observed with a small laugh.

“Well, they may as well be. I shall be with child soon enough. My wedding night approaches in merely a few days.”

You had read many books, some of them love stories. You knew what the marital act was. You could cringe at the thought of Hal with the Princess. You had thoughts late last night of laying in bed with him, of him kissing you…

“Y/n! Aren’t you listening to me?!” your lady snapped at you.

“Yes!” you were startled out of your daze, and had no idea what she had said, “Sorry, my Lady, I…got distracted. What is it that you said?”

“I said, the King would want babies straight away, would he not?”

You took a breath, “Yes, I suppose he would.” You helped with the finishing touches of her fashionable look of the day, fluffing out the skirt of her plump dress. You gave her a reassuring smile, “If only the King could see you know.”

“Thank you, y/n. Now,” she clapped her hands in excitement, “it is time for breakfast and then afterwards, wedding planning!”

………..

That evening, long after sundown, you stayed in the dining hall, arranging plates and silverware on dozens of tables. You put everything in its place, just the way the future Queen wanted them.

You became rather relaxed. Sophia had retired to bed for the night, and the other servants had been dismissed. But you chose to stay up for a while to indulge yourself in the quiet and your creativity.

You looked over the flowers that had arrived. There were many different varieties for the Lady Sophia to pick from for the ceremony and the ball to be held afterwards. Her favorites were the white and pink peonies. You decided to take a moment to see how well the florals complimented the dishes on the table scape.

As you placed the flowers in the table, you could hear footsteps. You looked up and saw the dark-haired, green eyed king making her way toward you.

“What are you doing in here all by yourself? And working so late? Did the Princess demand this if you?” there was concern laced in his tone of voice, you could sense it.

“No, of course not. I am here on my own accord, Hal.”

“And why is that, if I may ask?”

“I was enjoying the peace and quiet. And some time to myself, my Lord.”

“I hope I am not disturbing your peace.” he grinned, taking a step closer to you.

“Never, Hal.” you blushed. You knew why Sophia was so taken by him. He had you under his charms as well.

“Good.” he slowly reached out to touch one of the peony blooms. “These are the flowers she has chosen?” he asked.

“Yes. She loves the pink ones.” you answered, looking at him as he looked at the petals.

“Mm,” he hummed, “the future Queen seems to like things all frilly and lovely.” He then plucked one of the flowers from its stem. He turned to you, holding the delicate flower in his fingers. “But the loveliest being to enter these walls is standing before me now, tidying up dining tables for my wedding reception.”

“Your Majesty..” you began, you heart nearly exploded, but you knew these feelings were wrong, and that you had to stop them before they had the chance to blossom.

“Y/n, shh-sh.” he cooed, putting the pink flower up to your cheek, placing the short stem behind your ear as he pulled pieces of your hair back. Hal smiled softly, “Beautiful.”

“We should not meet like this.” you insisted.

“I know. And I know we promised to forget last night, but I cannot! The way I feel when I am with you-"

“It means nothing, my Lord!” you spoke firmly but quietly enough so that no one might overhear. “We hardly know one another, we are friends, even less than, we are mere acquaintances. But Lady Sophia, she is enamored with you, she is excited about this marriage, about future children.”

Hal closed his eyes, nodding slowly, “I know this, but I cannot help what I feel. This is all so new to me,” he brought his hand to cheek, ever so lightly brushing his fingertips on your skin, “and it is so exhilarating.” A sweet smile snuck its way onto his lips.

“It will pass.” you put you hand over his, catching the gaze of his eyes. “Whatever this is, it will go away, just as quickly as it came. It has to. The Princess-" you corrected yourself, “the Queen cannot be embarrassed.”

“So, it does not matter what you and I feel, then?” he asked, his tone nearly dead.

“No, my Lord. You must be her husband. And we need to push these feelings aside.”

“Do you feel them too?” he asked, wonder filling his eyes. Was he disregarding everything you were saying?

You shook your head, “It matters not, my Lord. You need to put your attention on your bride, not me."

Hal nodded, albeit reluctantly. "I do suppose you are right. This will not work in the long run. Sophia is to be my wife and you are her lady in waiting. You and I cannot get involved; it is forbidden." he said the words as if he was trying to truly convince himself of them.

"That is correct: forbidden. And we need to treat it as such.”

“Y/n, I need to ask you one thing and then we can put it away forever, if we must. But I want to know for sure, do you feel the same way that I do about you?”

“And what way is that, my Lord?” you thought you knew, but couldn’t be sure. You were new to this as well. But for heaven’s sake, it felt like you had just met, but had known each other for years at the same time!

��I think I could really love you. I’ve never felt this way before. Never this excited to wake up each morning just hoping to see you, to talk to, to… kiss you again.”

“Hal, we cannot-"

“Just this once, I need to feel the kiss of true love. Tell me, do you feel it to?”

“Yes. Of course I feel it for you, Hal. But,” he cut you off again.

“No, please, let me kiss you, one last time. And that will be the end of it. You have my word.” he touched your hair, idly caressing the strands, he could not help himself, it seemed. “I need to feel it. I am not likely to get the opportunity to experience true love without you, so indulge me, please.”

You understood him completely, you were fated to a life exempt from love as well. Sure, Sophia may pick a husband for you in the future, but it would not be a love match. You would not be able to choose a partner for yourself. “Very well, your majesty.” you answered.

As Hal leaned in and your lips met, so softly, you knew that this was it. You could feel the love in your bones. This was unlike anything you’d ever imagined. No storybook in the world could have prepared you for the thrill of the King’s lips on yours or his hands on your hips.

You felt warm, like there was a fire burning inside of you. You could feel adrenaline building in your core.

He kept the kiss chaste, but massaged his lips against you, softly groaning through his closed mouth. His slid his hands onto your lower back, pulling you closer to him in the process.

You put your hands to his chest. “No, Hal, we must stop.” you warned when you pulled away from the kiss.

He sighed, ducking his head down and putting his face into your neck.

Your body knew how near he was, your blood was pumping. You felt excited, like you wanted to hold him and kiss him all night long. You put your hand on the back of his neck, letting your fingers graze into his soft curls. Forbidden. This could not go further, you knew it.

“I must leave you now.” he whispered against your skin. He lifted his head to look at you. He gave you a nod, “Goodnight, y/n.”

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[witherby]

what would be littlest wayne's first word be?

I was thinking of something simple or sweet, but then I got the funniest idea on the planet.

The Littlest Wayne: First Words

You were babbling a lot more lately. Your family all knew it meant you were likely going to say your first words soon, and the fighting over who got to have your attention increased tenfold. It had gotten to the point that your brothers were practically kidnapping you to monopolize your time and attention. Bruce put his foot down and ended that whole charade when it stopped being endearing and became dangerous.

("Really, Damian? Your skill in combat is not in question, it has never been in question, but you cannot bring them on patrol with you on the off-chance they happen to say their first words in the middle of the night!")

So, Bruce takes you to the Watchtower anytime he has a Justice League meeting. It pisses off all of his sons, but he's arguably bringing you to the safest spot in the galaxy. Also, he's your father. It's not kidnapping if you're kidnapping your own child. Okay, it is, it very much still is, but that's not the point.

"Okay, Mouse," he murmurs, easing you onto the floor and handing you a stuffed teddy bear. "The meeting's only an hour, then we're going back home. Dada will take you home."

(Maybe he wants to steer you towards your first word himself. Sue him, he's just a man at the end of the day.)

You take the bear, staring openly at your father. You don't see him often in the Batman suit, so he's very visually appealing at the moment. Bruce allows himself a small smile, gently pinching your cheek, then he steps out of the way when Diana arrives.

"The babyyy!" She whisper-yells, kneeling next to the playpen. "Hello, little one! It's such a treat when Batman brings you around!"

You make some soft, babbling noises. Mostly you're making raspberries. It's a fascinating sound. Diana melts and wipes some drool from your chin.

"Someone's getting close to their first words. My mother said mine was "maim." I remember that conversation fondly..."

Bruce has to remind himself that Diana grew up on an island inhabited by immortal warrior women. "Maim" is a perfectly normal first word for an immortal warrior baby.

The other Leaguers start quickly filing into the meeting room, each of them stopping cheerfully to greet you. It makes something fond bloom in Bruce's chest, and you coo and openly admire all the people with bright, primary colors all over their bodies. You're busy trying to chew on Superman's cape when a glowing, green light enters your periphery, and you drop the fabric in favor of staring at the Green Lantern.

"Oh, bring your kid to work day, huh, Spooks?" Hal actually scoops you up out of the pen and cradles you to his chest, grinning down at you. "Hey, kiddo!"

"Mmmnnn," you mutter intelligently, reaching for his mask. Every time you manage to pop it off, he just wills another one on. You think this is the most entertaining game ever.

"The kids are taking them out into the field, now," Bruce sighs. "They all want to be the one to hear their first word. Which is fine. It's adorable. I love that they love the baby. But the baby does not belong on Gotham's streets in the middle of the night, especially if guns are involved."

"Oh, yeah, that's pretty bad," Hal says, smiling at you. You pop his domino mask off again, squealing when it dissolves in your fingers and another one materializes over his face. "Uncle Hal would never do that to you, would he? No! No he wouldn't! That's very dangerous!"

"Huh...Hal!"

Everyone freezes. Bruce's jaw actually drops.

"No fucking way," Barry blurts across the room.

"Language. There's a whole baby here, Flash," Oliver says, but he's grinning like an idiot.

"Hal!" You chirp again. "Hal!"

Bruce sinks to his knees. Clark looks like he's trying not to laugh. Barry and Oliver are definitely laughing. Diana is pouting over the fact that your first word was so tame and boring. J'onn doesn't understand why your first word is so important when it just means you'll eventually learn to say more.

Hal is nearly trembling with the flood of emotions. His thing with Bruce is very new, and he's been by the Manor often enough that you obviously know him, but he really hadn't anticipated his name being...being...

"The boys are going to kill me."

"Maybe," Bruce admits, still on the floor. "...it couldn't be dada? It couldn't be uppies? Or Mouse, or any of the other words you hear ten thousand times a day? Even Alfred thought you might try his name first."

"I think we're going to need to postpone the start of the meeting," Clark declares, coughing as a way of clearing his throat and definitely not to disguise his amused huffs. "Let's push it back fifteen minutes."

"Hal!" You chirp again, delighted. You finally pulled Green Lantern's mask off and it didn't disappear. You win!

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 113)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57014356/chapters/163846741

1 month until touchdown.

The rest of the journey was mostly uneventful, possibly due to the show of strength from V and Uzi to the most vocal complainer, but without the spoon to stir the pot, people settled in for the long haul.

A role call revealed who was lost… and who remained.

Hal and his family were gone. As was Guy, and a good portion of the internal police force, thier lives given to get others to safety. N was particularly broken up about it… Hal, not Guy.

Those from Uzi's mothers group were alive, though Martha had lost her husband, and Ginger was still reeling from the loss of her brother and his wife, spending a lot of time silently looking after the children. Clover, being already a single mother, was less effected, but she was still there by her friends sides, nonetheless.

There were many, many, that were lost, there wasn't a single person on the ship that hadn't lost someone.

Lizzy mourned her father. Mrs. Rayn was no longer, her bum leg having not aided in her escape, though… somehow all the pillbabies under her care had made it unscathed.

A vigil was held for them, a remembrance of their lives, a simple solace for those that were grieving. It helped the overall morale, made people less uncomfortable sharing such a small space.

N and Uzi shared a sleeping pod, Uzi having taken an empty one and spliced two together for it. She laid essentially on top of him, him holding her from behind, arms wrapped around her, head nuzzled into her shoulder while thier kits played on Uzi's chest.

Bishop crawled around, gripping Uzi's loose purple shirt to make progress, his tail limp behind him and being drug around. He chirped every few feet, and more often then not, bumped into the walls of the sleeping pods or Uzi's arms and legs.

N chuckled when he bonked his head against Uzi's hand, peeping like a kitten.

Tera on the other hand, was far more focused on escaping the sleeping pod entirely, staring at the top corner of the sleeping pod with determination.

She reached up to grab the edge, still sitting, and pulled herself up with momentus effort, she squeaked as she stood, legs wobbly as they weren't used to holding her entire weight.

Uzi's tail watched her closely.

“Mmm. Mmmm.” Small noises of concentration left her. Her tongue stuck out as she made small delicate movements with her feet.

And then, with the maximum strength of a toddler, she hoisted herself up, climbing out of the sleeping pod and-

Uzi's tail clamped around the back of her shirt and pulled her away from the edge, where there was at least a four foot drop to the floor.

Tera squeaked and flailed, trying to get out of the tails grasp. “Mama! Let play!”

“Stay in here Jellybean. It's nap time.” N hummed, his tail hanging out the side of the sleeping pod and flicking lazily.

“Not tired…” She grumbled, crossing her arms and pouting as the tail holds her up.

Uzi's tail placed her right next to Bishop, who had dozed off using her hand as a blanket. “You should still try, maybe you're more tired then you think” Her mother's voice calls back.

“mm…” Tera grumbled again, giving her mother her own glare, which she just fondly laughs at.

“Sleep, Baby Bat.” Uzi pets her head, scratching through her hair.

Tera's eyes flutter shut. And she purrs softly, beginning to kneed her hands like a kitten.

N laughed at how easy that was. “That's not gonna be so easy soon.” He kissed the side of Uzi's head.

She nodded. “As soon as she gets too heavy for my tail, she's going to wander everywhere…”

N sighed deeply. “Look forward to it.” He smiled, pulling his family in closer. “All of it…”

“Can't wait to get back on solid ground…” Uzi admitted, smiling when Tera yawned and snuggled in with her little brother.

“Oh. Me too, is space sickness a thing?” N asked, purring deeply.

“As in I am sick of space? Yes.” Uzi replied back snarkily, making N chuckle.

…

“How are you doing?”

“With?”

“You know what with…”

Uzi sighs heavily, her body tenses slightly.

“We're a star system away and I still feel like he'll walk back through the airlock or just… appear behind me talking about what his team was doing or-" She stops suddenly. “I spent so much time angry at him… and now…”

N pulls her head near his core, holding her close. “I know.”

“Sometimes it'll just… sneak up on me. I'll be feeding the kids and I'll suddenly remember he's gone. And it's like that moment all over again.” Uzi said softly. “I didn't… think it would effect me so much.”

“He's still your dad… and you two were patching things up.” N replied.

Uzi nodded, leaning further in to her chosen partner….

…

Thad smiled as he fed his new little charge from the oil reserves, the little pillbaby gurgling with happiness as he took the oil.

“There ya go little dude.”

He didn't notice Nico behind him until he spoke. “I was not aware you were a parent.”

Thad jumps.

“Oh sh- dude you need a bell.”

Nico laughs. “Sorry. I didn't want to frighten the little one with big loud footsteps.”

“Its alright man. And I wasn't, until recently. Lizzy was ecstatic but I think V wondered what was wrong with me.”

“Ahhh, you adopted?” Nico sat down next to him, smiling.

“Yeah. He needed somebody so… I took him. I didn't realize it would be so uh-" He blinked at Nico, tired lines under his eyes. “Sleepless"

Nico nodded “Mmm. Babies are needy. Babies that have a new parent are more needy.”

“You're telling me…”

“Advice… talk to them more. Get them used to your voice. He will not understand… but it will be comforting.” Nico suggested.

“Huh… yeah I can try that.” Thad nodded before looking at the other man curiously. “How'd you figure that? Aren't you like… 16?”

Nico's eyelights went hollow for a split second before he hid it under a chuckle. “Research for my Abuela, she likes knowing the newest care routines so she can pretend she is smarter then every other mother.”

“Oooh, I gotcha.” Thad smiled and laughed. “Your grandma sounds cool.

Nico smiled back. “She is. Though perhaps slightly mean…”

“Nico! Need your tall ass!” A voice called to him, stretching and struggling to reach something on a higher shelf.

“Coming Nellie!” Nico looked back at Rad. “Good luck amigo.”

…

“All our friends have kids noooow.” Lizzy whined as she clung to V like a bee to a flower.

“Since when is Uzi considered your friend?” V replied, drinking out of a oil can deeply.

“Since she adopted an unfairly cute kid, let us babysit, and saved all our asses so being her freind is like… all the popularity points.” Lizzy replied with a flip of her hair.

“All heart Liz.” V chuckled back.

“I'm serious! It's unfair that all our friends have kids before w-I do!” She whined again, crossing your arms.

“Okay, whining to me usually would get me to cave to get you to stop ‘cause it's annoying as fuck- but not this. I know what you want and it's not happening.”

“Damn. Cold, V.”

“Okay one, we don't even know if this hunk of junk will finish this journey, last week one of the thrusters stopped working and Uzi just kicked it and it came back on.” V began, putting down the oil can.

“And two, we dont know if the surface of the planet is even safe. There could be a giant monster as soon as we land that kills us all.”

V continued, sentences getting faster and her tail flicking with anxiety.

“And three, I-I'm not… I have no idea how to be motherly. The only experience I have is training N to not be shit at killing, which is not the same thing-”

Lizzy placed a hand on hers. “Jesus. You could've just said you weren't ready, did not need the partial breakdown.”

Despite the sass, Lizzy was smiling softly. And V's features softened. “Thank you”

…

A green moon orbiting it's molten, volcanic parent was just barely visible in the distance.

[cringefail-clown]

in turnabout au on earth c dirk HATES when jake and hal come visit, but not because he doesnt like them or anything, it simply turns out that having these two animal hybrid freaks over amplifies kankris unconcious alien bug vocalization to 1000 and vice versa. theyre watching a movie and hal bird chitters, to which kankri bug-clicks something back. it goes back and forth for a while and then JAKE starts chattering right the fuck back (yknow the way cats usually chirp back to birds). theyre not even aware theyre doing that. their movie sesh turns into a canary noises live show real goddamn fast. dirk hates it here.

same goes when they visit porrim and roxy, but roxy simply finds it adorbz.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Pocahontas?

by Kumo_1218 The Batfam can communicate by chirping, and the League is confused. Words: 1044, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen, Diana (Wonder Woman), J'onn J'onzz, Cassandra Cain, Arthur Curry (DCU) Relationships: Batfamily Members & Justice League Additional Tags: Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Batfamily Meets the Justice League (DCU), References to Pocahontas (Disney Movies), idk - Freeform, How Do I Tag, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/HexEyVm