#dcau

Wanted to draw a silly lil comic of Robin and Batman going to watch the movie about Pulitzer winner Lois Lane's husband

Clark slinging Bruce over his shoulder or grabbing Bruce’s belt so he doesn’t run away or just locking Bruce in place with an arm around him because what’s Bruce going to do? Pull him off??

Truly top tier content.

The fact Bruce even lets Clark touch him at all speaks volumes about their relationship as well. If Batman truly hated being held like a plushie, as his squirming and kicking and protesting would seem to indicate, Superman would probably have Kryptonite in his molars by now. But he doesn’t.

It’s something about Batman ‘I am vengeance, I am justice’ being physically held back by the most powerful man on earth that tickles me. To others who don’t know Supes and Bats’ dynamic, Superman forcefully picking Batman up away from the situation only serves to strike more fear into people’s hearts. How bad is Batman if SUPERMAN is needed to physically remove him??

A/n: Damian being protective of his baby boy

It started with Dick. He crouched over the stroller, grinning ear to ear as the twins gurgled in their pumpkin and bat suits. “He’s only three apples tall,” he said, poking at the baby’s round tummy.

Damian froze. His glare could’ve split stone.

“Repeat that,” he warned.

Jason immediately perked up from the armchair, a grin spreading across his face. “Three apples, huh? Nah, more like one rotisserie chicken long.”

Tim wandered in with a mug of coffee, barely glancing up before adding, “Or maybe… two laptops wide.”

Damian’s nostrils flared. “They are not produce. Nor poultry. Nor electronics. They are warriors.”

Stephanie flopped onto the couch, cackling. “Sure, warriors who are about five bags of marshmallows squishy.”

Cass tilted her head, eyes twinkling with mischief. She held up her phone, typing quickly before showing the screen: ‘Two loaves of bread thick.’

Even Duke joined in, chuckling as he peered into the stroller. “Nah, you’re all wrong. They’re at least one Costco pumpkin pie across.”

You were no help—you were doubled over, tears streaming as you clutched your stomach. “Stop, stop, I can’t breathe—”

Damian, however, was stone-serious, scooping both babies into his arms like a knight retrieving sacred treasure. “Enough. My children are not units of food. They are trained assassins in the making. Titans. Legacies of the League and the Bat.”

Jason whistled low. “Yeah, legacy of the Bat… three apples tall.”

That was the last straw. With a hissed oath in Arabic, Damian stormed toward the stairs, babies tucked against his chest, blanket trailing dramatically behind him.

“Beloved,” he called over his shoulder to you, voice tight with righteous indignation, “if they attempt to compare our children to fruit again, I will draw blood.”

The room erupted in fresh laughter.

jason, in all his aggressive glory, was actually so sweet and gentle in bed.

you were currently on top of him kissing his neck. “mmhm, that feels great baby.” he cooed in your ear rubbing his hands against your ass cheeks.

the affect of you kissing on him was very hard (pun intended), to ignore. “you hard for me, pretty boy?” you muttered below his ear before nipping at the lobe.

you both had just gotten out of the shower which is what started this whole thing. jay had seen you lotioning your body after drying off and instantly got hard. which in turn, resulted in this make-out session.

those frilly little pajama shorts you had on made him all flustered and bashful.

with each kiss you placed on his neck, you’d slightly grind down against the bulge. “hm-fuck..” the man huffed breathlessly “please, keep going..ill be good” he promised whining.

“you’ll be good, jay?” you asked condescendingly moments before you swiped your tongue across the side of his neck. he shuddered at that and hummed “yes, ill be really good, i swear.” shaking his head rapidly.

you giggled at his enthusiasm and ground down against where he wanted you. jason hissed and raised his hands to hover above your hips—“can i touch you?” looking up at you with that wide eyed expression.

he looked so painfully turned on.

you nodded watching as he rocked your hips against his slowly and carefully. “that good?” he choked out in between his whimpers and whines, “that’s perfect baby, steady just like that.” you praised him taking note of the way his eyes fluttered at that.

“thank you” he would offer while clinging around your waist, “you’re most certainly welcome baby.”

it’s not terribly noticeable but you can tell with the way their canines sink into food far before any of their other teeth touch it.

or the way Dick’s stand out just a little bit extra when he flashs a toothy smile to paparazzi

or how Tim uses his to shotgun a red bull before a long night

or how Duke accidentally gnawed a permanent split into his lip during post-patrol debrief

or when Damian bit Dick during a training exercise and now he has two spots on his forearm

or that time Wally cut his tongue open while making out with Dick