nickelbelltower

[nickelbelltower]

Tim, trying to open up to his older brothers at the Batcave: I think I'm bi

Dick, looking up from the batcomputer: Which one?

Tim, with a confused face: Huh? What do you mean?

Jason, with a bored expression: Bisexual, bipolar... bilingual?

Damian, appearing out of nowhere: I know...a bitch!

[nickelbelltower]

Bruce: Can we come and stay over at your place tonight?

Dick: Sure, but what's wrong with the manor?

Bruce: Well, it's apparently haunted and Jason and Damian don't actually know how to perform an exorcism, so they're just violently throwing salt at the ghosts and yelling "DO WE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING HOTEL TO YOU!?"

[nickelbelltower]

One day Tim stumbles across a picture of Dick, eight years old in his Robin suit, red faced from crying and wiping tears from his eyes as Superman kneels before him, trying to comfort him, and Tim sends it to the group chat being like 'Little Robin overwhelmed by meeting his hero' and Dick is like 'oh no, that was the time that Bruce agreed to let me drive the Batmobile home from fighting an alien invasion and I immediately crashed it into Clark.' And of course Damian is blaming Dick for being the reason that Bruce is so reluctant to let him drive only for Dick to send picture after picture of him driving (and crashing) various vehicles and Bruce sending a message to Clark about how he let's Dick drive even when he is so bad at it so he can get in the practice he needs to get his licence before he turns 30.

[nickelbelltower]

forced identity reveal fic idea where a rogue magic user decides to try and use Gotham's eldritch-ness to conjure up a nimbus over the Batman's head and finally reveal her protector to the whole city. this announcement is made on all television, radio, etc channels. every Gotham citizen is anticipating (or dreading) the reveal. will Batman leave them, once he's revealed? will he still fight with a glowing target on his back?

Bruce, of course, contacts Zatanna before the words identity reveal are fully said. Zatanna does a sweep of the magic user and decides nah, he doesn't have the power to pull that kind of spell off. Batman's identity is safe. for now, at least.

what Zatanna didn't count on was Gotham finally deciding, yes, maybe people should know who he is. this child of hers who has bled and sacrificed for so many without their knowledge. who lies and lies and continues to lie, lying himself into situations far more painful than they needed to be. maybe -- maybe -- this tiny, pathetic, overly-confident magic user needs to convey her message after all.

[nickelbelltower]

Superbat meets the Kents for the first time is one of my favorite tropes for them. Ma and Pa Kent would be over the moon with anyone Clark brings home, it’s just baked in. They loved Lois, they loved Lana, and then when thirty-something Clark brings home a forty-something Gotham billionaire vigilante who looks like a super model except for the eyebags, they’re trying so hard.

Bruce clears his throat and says “I parked my plane in your corn field. I hope that’s alright.” And it takes Ma and Pa a moment to get over the words my plane before Pa says “The one near the barn?” and Bruce gives him the most bizarre look before replying “No, sir. The one you just harvested. I’ll backfill the wheel ruts before I take off, I know you’re planning on rotating crops for winter to fix the nitrogen” and Pa looks at Ma, Ma looks at Pa, and Pa claps Clark on the shoulder and says “This one…this one is more than okay.”

[nickelbelltower]

Dick walked out onto the back terrace to find Jason and Alfred relaxing on lounging chairs sipping on pina colada’s and getting lost in the rays. He scoffed in amusement at the sight.

Dick: what are you two doing?

Jason simply pointed out to the yard with his drink which was fully decked with a pineapple chunk, an umbrella and a mini sponge on a stick?

Jason: Alfred set the nepo babies to mow the lawn.

Dick glanced out. Damian was wielding a weed whacker like a sword in his frustration, cutting down everything, even the lawn gnomes in his path. Tim was letting the push mower drag him at this point as he was screaming curses about eating bugs and branches hitting him.

They were doing more harm than good but it was the enjoyment of them suffering doing hard work that was so satisfying.

Dick slowly nodded as he made his way around a chair; his eyes never leaving them and their show of chaos as he picked up a drink off a tray along the way. He threw his leg around the lounger, plopped back and sat down with a perfect view.

Dick: well done.

Suddenly a loud engine came from his right. They turned their heads finding Bruce in sweats and a grass covered shirt slowly passing in front of them on possibly the oldest lawn mower in existence. He was obviously pissed as he was putting along in front of them like a parade.

Dick: all of them?

The lawnmower gave a bang and a jerk. Bruce’s eyes went wide as smoke then puffed in his face from the engine.

Bruce: fuck! This piece of-

He continued to start banging on the machine and dancing around it in some hopes it would miraculously start.

Alfred: yup.

[nickelbelltower]

[nickelbelltower]

Hi guys, I live. *SLAPS YALL*

No, I did not kiss the brick before I threw it

[nickelbelltower]

Batgirl (2011) #1

[nickelbelltower]

Some new kid trying to rise through the social rank of school decides to try and bully Tim. He corners him one day at lunch, and—with the hopes of seeing a fight—a crowd forms.

“You dumb rich son of a bitch,” the kid smirks.

“OOOOOH,” the crowd around them gasps dramatically.

Tim just stands there for a moment before pulling $100 out of his wallet, placing it in the wannabe bully’s hand, and says, “Buy some better insults.” before walking away as the entire lunchroom riots behind him.

[nickelbelltower]

if you’ve been following me for 4+ years i’m certain you could make a chart of every character i’ve gotten attached to and it would tell you more about me than any therapist’s notes ever could. but we don’t have the time for that. there are other things at hand. do not even worry about it. next exhibit. we’re moving along. we’re walking

[nickelbelltower]

Sketches that I didn’t include in the series!!

Commissions will be fully open soon!!

[nickelbelltower]

Dick made them sit there for a photo

[nickelbelltower]

[nickelbelltower]

Baby Richard Grayson getting sick for the first time was like hitting the Defcon 5 button in Wayne Manor. Bruce was completely beside himself. Every time he gets sick, he just drinks more coffee, slams some Excedrin, and goes out against Alfred's orders, but now his BABY has a FEVER what does he DO? Does he need to PRAY THE ROSARY? The boy is sweating and shivering at the same time, does he need more blankets or no blankets? Is he like a plant? Is he going to wilt? Is the PH of the soil too high? Every little cough sends him into a sobbing spiral, get the hell away from him, he is dangerous right now.

Meanwhile, Alfred is pushing Bruce out of the way, handling this flu like an experienced mother of three, and within two days, he has Dick back to doing frontflips off the chandelier.

[nickelbelltower]

Steph: Gaslight, Gatekeep, GirlBoss

Dick: Mansplain, Manipulate Malewife

Bruce: Stabalize, Compartmentalize…

… starlight?

Tim: that doesn’t seem right…

Bruce: ?? I thought we were just saying nonsense.