Bruce: we will continue to utilize the Batmobile, of course. But we needed an upgrade and we got one. Introducing-
Bruce [pause-for-dramatic-effect Wayne]: the Bat-tank
Dick:
Jason:
Tim:
Steph:
Cass:
Damian:
Duke: fine, I'll say it- that's just an armored minivan
Bruce: what? It's not-
Jason: It has sliding doors
Bruce: for efficiency and convenience-
Dick: i think it's neat! But... yeah, not really a tank
Steph: very spacious, yet very compact, very on brand for a mom with 6-9 kids
Bruce: it has all of the features and capabilities of the Batmobile-
Damian: Father, I for one admire your priority, practicality is far more important than being fashionable.
Bruce: i, wha- It very clearly has lasers and it's bullet-proof! How is that unfashionabl- I know my brand!
Tim: aww, enough cup holders for the whole family, very thoughtful, Bruce
Bruce: The Bat-tank WILL strike fear into the enemies of Gotham!
Jason: our enemies will see us speeding at 700mph and assume you're late to your kid's soccer game
Bruce: Okay! Okay, so we needed a family car, but this isn't-
Cass: Recital
Bruce: *gasp* OH, we're going to be late for Cass's dance recital, everyone in the van!
Dick: I thought it was a tank-
Bruce, glaring: Cass gets shotgun since she's the only one who respects the Bat-tank!
Cass: yes... very scary *pats Bruce's arm affectionately*
Bruce: Hurry up, everyone! Duke, the backseats unfold if you press the button underneath-
Duke: yeah I know how minivans work
Bruce: It's not-
Bruce:
Bruce: oh no.
Dick: there's the moment of realization we were waiting for
Bruce, whispering: It IS a minivan.
Tim: can we go to Bat Burger after this?
Damian: Seconded
Jason: yes thank fuck I'm starving
Dick: Language! Here, little D, you can sit by me
Steph: ugh, why do I have to sit in the middle?
Duke: this thing comes with chargers, right, Bruce?
Bruce: I'm... I'm a minivan mom.
Cass, smiling: Our minivan mom
Jason genuinely thanks people who tell him they love him. it catches people off guard bc he doesn't say "love you too" he says "thank you" and at first it sounds kind of cocky until they look at his face he has the most sincere and heartbreaking expression on planet earth, like the words really aren't something he's used to hearing, and to be the object of someone's love is like an immense occasion for gratitude. he says thank you like he's acknowledging that he's not easy to love, and that it's WORK, that it's some troublesome chore. Meanwhile, the person who said I love you is like: "bby NO--"
Jason seeing himself as high maintenance bc so many people make him feel like a burden. But the friends who genuinely love and accept him are like "could you be a bit more needy? we want to take care of you. can you need us? can you ask us for help? can you bother us? burden us please." (bc jason's version of being high maintenance is asking for the bare minimum of care)
I can just picture it so clearly. Roy or someone just being like "no I care because I love you." and Jason's like "that's a shit ton of work. are you sure?" and after seven consecutive months of self sabotage in the friendship, Roy says it again, "I care bc I love you" and Jason is finally like 'well he hasn't left yet... so something about this must be true and if it is... God Roy doesn't deserve the headache I am' and all he can say back is "thank you" like it comes from the depths of his heart.
and Roy is like, on the verge of tears: "WHY ARE YOU THANKING ME LIKE IM FULFILLING SOME TASK??" and Jason's like "??? are you not???"
@prlssprfctn <- this was cooked up in the chat between us lol
silly... i wasn't talking about the fish.
Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.
So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end โ he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.
But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:
'God, he is just a kid...'
'He must be younger than my son.'
'Poor child...'
He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.
'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'
Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.
It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.
And they love him just as much.
He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason โ not Red Hood, just Jason โ when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.
And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.
Cleaned up an old sketch.
pov: eres un mini-bot apunto de ser adoptado en contra de tu voluntad.
soundwave: ahuevo casete nuevo ๐
a falling star fell from your heart ๐
Endearment to my star
Hey look, I finished a full illustrated piece! What a surprise :D
Klick for better quality
Blabbering here โคต๏ธ
I was originally going to make the star white, but then I remembered that in sg starscream for some reason has a yellowy gold spark and loved the idea of the most despicable guy having a literal spark of gold lol
And if anyone didn't guess already this is a skystar fanart, I love this ship sm ๐
Also, we learned about space shuttles in class the other day and my teacher explained that space shuttles have a special black metearial on their underside to prevent them from over heating when they re-enter the Atmosphere to land. So I gave him black underwings and black and made a few other places black as well that we can't see here. Just because :)
Also I drew his body but he's hand is covering it so here you go (I'm very proud of this one, ignore the arm I'm lazy)
omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out
oh to have someone gently caress your scars with so much love
24They/Them ; He/HimTransmasc EnbyI like girls + DemisexualAutistic
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