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Anyone have any suggestions for apps to use for fake twt convos and text msgs? I have one app for the twt one, the ads just suck but otherwise I'm stuck (and probs gonna look through reddit and the play store)

And!!! Any suggestions for what the first couple should be?

Also any suggestions for overall dc/batfam fics are welcome since I have a couple brewing....

Anyone have any suggestions for apps to use for fake twt convos and text msgs? I have one app for the twt one, the ads just suck but otherwise I'm stuck (and probs gonna look through reddit and the play store)

And!!! Any suggestions for what the first couple should be?

Also any suggestions for overall dc/batfam fics are welcome since I have a couple brewing....

he then proceeds to brother the fuck out of Tim behind Dick and Bruce’s back and when he dies, comes back, and finds Tim in his suit being trained and looked after by the Waynes, he isn’t mad at Tim for replacing him as Robin, but rather at Dick, for daring to steal his fucking kid.

Jason: are you shitting me?

Tim: Jason-

Jason: AFTER HOW SHIT OF A BROTHER HE WAS TO ME, AND YOU JUST LET HIM TAKE MY PLACE!?

Dick, never been more baffled in his life: how are you ali- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TWO ALREADY KNEW EACH OTHER??!

Tim: Jason please, Dick wasn’t replacing you-!

Jason: PLEASE, TIMMY. I SAW YOU EATING ICE CREAM TOGETHER ON THE ROOF ACROSS FROM THE MEXICAN PLACE. THAT WAS OUR THING!

Dick: what the fuck is going on

Tim: Jason, just calm down a sec, we can talk about th-

Jason: NO FUCK YOU. IM GOING BACK TO THE DESERT.

Tim, watching Jason stomp off incredulously: what the fuck are you gonna do in a desert?!

Jason, flapping his hands and still storming away: M’ GONNA GO GRAB DAMIAN AND THEN WE’LL SEE WHOSE REALLY REPLACING BROTHERS, GOT IT ASSHOLE?

Tim:

Dick:

Tim, turning to Dick after Jason’s left: who the fuck is Damian?

Dick: i literally know nothing about anything that’s happened in the last twenty minutes, why would you ask me that?

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*at the leagues compound*

Jason: *storms in*

Ra’s: dear god, he’s back.

Jason: *flips Ra’s off and silently storms over to where Damian’s colouring on the floor*

Jason: *swings Damian over his shoulder and turns to leave, still flipping Ra’s off one-handed*

Damian, disoriented: Akhi…?

Talia, not looking up from her book: make good choices, ensure he eats well.

Jason: *leaves with Damian*

Batman and Robin finish dealing with a rogue and Bruce gets notified that the batmobile’s been compromised. Red Hood has already tried to blow up him and Robin multiple times this point, so without being sure who it is he’s already cautious. They get back to the car ready to fight only to find their city’s latest crime lord half-hanging out of the passenger window, legs flailing in the air, banging loudly about on the inside of the car with his fists.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE NO CHERRY OPTIONS?! B I KNOW YOUR BITCH ASS KNOWS NEVER TO RUN OUT OF CHERRY.” He screams when he notices them standing around nearby.

Bruce is fucking flabbergasted. Tim’s the only one with the (albeit baffled) sense of mind to stick his hand up in the air like he’s at school before confusedly letting Hood know “…Uhm. I think- I think there’s some cherry flavour in the- in a box under the back seat…?”

Red Hood’s legs flail about slightly as he twists around into an even weirder angle to reach the back. A few more clanks and bangs later and he starts shuffling back out of the window, body language smug. Whe he’s out, he turns to reveal a handful of cherry flavour fruit snacks in his hands. He cocks a hip as he starts unwrapping them.

“So. How was Riddler tonight?”

Bruce makes an aborted movement towards him, suddenly panicked. “You can’t- don’t you dare eat those! Those are Jason’s!” He blurts unthinkingly, memories flashing in his mind of little Jason, the son he mourned, constantly hungry and stubborn about the types of snacks he’d eat. After he’d died and Bruce cleared out the car for the first time, he’d found one of Jason’s old stashes. He hadn’t been strong enough to get rid of them. Still kept a second secret stock of the second Robin’s favourite mid-patrol munchies on hand, as if his ghost would come back to complain about being forgotten. Seeing Red Hood desecrate his sacred offerings made his blood pressure spike, but it was nothing compared to the way he bluescreened when Hood didn’t react at all, instead continuing to unwrap the plastic and undoing the clasp of his helmet with one hand.

“Yeah, bitch-ass.” He sniped, taking off the helmet and shoving the snack in his mouth. “‘ason’s ‘uckin snacks. Mine.” He muffled around a mouthful of food.

Bruce goes very, very still. “What.”

Tim cocks his head. “…Did you really just identity-reveal yourself for a fruit snack?”

“Mind your fuckin’ business, Replacement.”