this is so funny 😆
when Duke needs backup in a fight he uses his powers to blast bat-signal-esque signs into the sky to call for whatever sibling is best suited for the job. each sibling hates their calling sign, and even worse, they actually have to respond to it because Duke only uses them when he’s like three minutes away from dying so they literally have no choice, like if their symbol shows up they have to fucking BOLT over there regardless of the indignance or Duke will not make it
Jason: the middle finger emoji
Damian: a somehow detailed image of the Boss Baby
Dick: just the word ‘slut’ in bubble letters
Tim: the red robin restaurant logo, complete with ‘gourmet burgers and brews!’ underneath
Steph: a taco, in reference to a time when she was drunk one night and Tim got on video her chasing down a moving taco truck insistently only to face plant into the side of it when the driver finally stopped to let her buy one
Cass: her regular symbol, because shes the only one he respects completely and it drives the others insane to have one sibling un-harassed
Bruce doesn’t have one because he refuses to call for Bruce. Alfred has one, a shotgun, although it’s never been used, and it pisses Bruce off to no end.
Thinking about Tommy who knows Bobby has to disappear, the bad guys threatened him by name and until it all clears Bobby has to die
So atp he leaves Bobby behind, pretending that Bobby is a lost cause and would endanger the rest of the chopper, but Buck is here, next to him, shouting about going back, about just dropping Buck off and he’ll save Bobby himself
Tommy knows that Bobby’s already being whisked away by the military and is safe but he can’t say anything
Only him and Athena knows and it’s because he’s been the transport all day and the first bag guy victim and because she actually asked and negotiated with the military and feds to protect Bobby
Buck doesn’t know that
And he lashes out once they’re on the ground.
He lashes out hard.
Using every insecurities he knows about Tommy, telling him how he regrets ever giving him the time of day, how Tommy will and should be alone because thinking and helping others is a struggle to him, repeating the no feelings words from their hookup
And Tommy takes it in stride, he lets him vent and rant until Buck just drops to the floor and is taken away from the rest of the 118 who sends pitying looks at him
And then the funeral, because of his involvement Tommy is asked to march with the 118 but he can feel the glare from Buck every second of the day
Buck who reminds him that he doesn’t belong here, with them, with people who loves Bobby because he abandoned him
Tommy takes it again, he knows that it’s grief but also the words still get to him, and he knows that if Buck knew he wouldn’t say them but still, he takes it
And when Bobby reappears, explain the plans they had, Tommy’s involvement Buck drives to Tommy’s place
He’s not sure for what, to say sorry? Beg forgiveness for his words ? Sooth the hurt he knows he inflicted on Tommy?
Except when he arrives to the house he sees the “for sale” sign and the house is empty
Tommy who burned his last bridges to LA and to them by participating to this stunt, left
Ugh scenarios where Bruce is literally suicidal, and has made many attempts, but keeps getting interrupted by his kids and alfred but they don't realise what he was going to do?and they don't know his mental state was that bad?? Sign me up cause I fucking love angst and hurt/comfort
13 yr old Bruce about to slit his throat in the bathroom, but alfred comes out of nowhere and tells him dinner is ready, he made his favourite cause he saw he looked off recently, and Bruce just goes out calmly and hugs him super tight?? Bruce, about to make a decision to end his life after he's all done raising dick (after he becomes nightwing) and knows that dick is set on the right path now and going to crime alley where his parents were shot to end it but ends up meeting jason instead?? After jason when he tied up all loose ends, closed cases, secured gotham good enough, About to go on patrol for one last time, then after he'll jump off, but then meets tim that evening saying he knows who he is?? Meeting cass just when he was planning to do it cause he genuinely hated himself, but seeing so many similarities between him and cass, knowing she sees them too and scared that after he suicides she'll get those ideas too cause they're so similar? Decides to try to help her?? Meeting nightwing when he was going to jump off cause dick wanted to surprise him from blud and he just thought Bruce was brooding?? getting a call from Damain in the middle of the day when he was about to stage a car crash and listens as damian (mad at him) asks him to come to the school to pick him up cause he got suspended for 2 days for knocking out a student for being racist.
CAN U IMAGINE A CONFRONTATION WHERE BRUCE THOUGHT THEY ALREADY KNEW?? AND HES TAKING THIS CASUAL BUT THEYRE FUCKING NOT??
when eddie finds out tommy's "competition" nonsense he'd be laughing and tell him,
"You two really are a pair. What, are you gonna be the one to maim me now? Do I have to be worried for my other foot?" 😂🤣
the fact that buck was baking during the maddie and buck scene shows that even though they were discussing the whole buck maybe having feelings for eddie thing, it was still about tommy. buck was still thinking about tommy. in the end, it all comes back to tommy.
Do we think random people in Gotham find Batarangs wedged into walls or lying around and decide to take a shot at throwing them, and it slowly becomes a Gotham city staple you can play at the arcade/bar? (Everyone is surprised at how hard it is to throw them with accuracy and the force needed to have any sort of impact)
The Batkids delight in either pretending they don't know how to (as civilians)/alternatively flirting by demonstrating their expert ability to nail phone numbers to alleyways.
There are also definitely collectors who trade these Batarangs and organize them by era based on material, and you get extra acclaim if you know the provenance of the Batarang (fished out of the harbour or taken out of a GCPD squad car).
Honestly, since violence and weapons (such as knives, guns and Batarangs) are so common/such a necessity in Gotham (for self defense and/or other stuff) that pretty much all Gothamites probably know how to use weapons from a young age.
I even read a fic a while ago where the Batfam played a game called "knife monopoly" and it turned out it was an actual family game in Gotham that everyone there knows how to play. And several others where all Gothamites attending a Wayne gala had weapons on them and draw them out whenever a villain attacks, or even casually twirl their knives/play with their daggers during the party in general.
So I like to think/have this headcanon that knowing how to throw a knife/use any sort of weapon is something everyone knows how to do in Gotham (like, it's one of their signature traits, even kids know how to do it) to the point where it becomes a part of its culture. Like the suspicion/dislike towards outsiders and not really caring about/just dealing with the crime there without batting an eye, dealing with weapons (and knowing how to fight) has just become another norm for the people of Gotham, a defense mechanism they created in order to keep themselves safe.
Which is why I like the idea that Gotham has an entire "child friendly" (as child friendly as Gotham can be) set of games involving weapons, that it's a norm across the city, something that all its residents know and experience/do regularly/for fun, it teaches their kids how to use them without it being too much of a danger to them, it introduces them to weapons as a form of both self defense and enjoyment rather than hurt and violence. And, later on, gives them a way to enjoy those things, keep on using them (keep them sharp and capable) outside the house/self defense training, because they made it a 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦, a fun, city wide, commonly played game that they can play with their friends whenever they want to. Because, again, they now find it fun, not scary.
So I don't think it'll be so weird if the Waynes, who are known, born and raised Gothamites, know how to throw knives and later on, if enough people ever start learning how to throw them correctly, even Batarangs.
Like, I said it before and I'll say it again, Gothamites should have healthy relationships with weapons and violence the same way IRL people have healthy relationships with eating, drinking and talking, because to them, violence is as common as breathing, it's everywhere, no matter what, it's in the streets, it's in the water (Gotham harbor for example) hell, it's in the air (joker gas, fear gas, every other toxic gas). Gothamites are born and raised on vigilance and violence, the only way I can think of them not being absolutely depressed/suicidal is them creating new norms, developing new ways of survival, of creating and raising families in a way that both introduces, prepares and appeals them to at least a certain level of violence rather than just prepare them for it. Because if they don't find the appeal, if they don't see a light at the end of the tunnel, a way for them to live and 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 in that city then they aren't living, they're surviving, not only that but they're only surviving, without any motivation, without any appeal to life, and that's what makes people die, that's what makes people addicted to drugs, that's what makes people feel suicidal, when they feel as though life has no point, no reason for you to keep going, no reason for you to continue fighting, not if you know there's little to no chance of you getting out of that cycle any time soon.
It's why they need to make those things fun. It's why they need to have a certain love for that city and how it shaped them otherwise they'll just leave, one way or another they'll find a way to leave.
But anyway that's enough for my rambling, I hope you guys enjoyed my little rant, because I'm going to be basing the entirety of Gotham (its premise at least) on this concept when writing my fics.
Jason finds them stuffed in a broom closet (yes yes, Bruce knows it’s a cliché, shut the fuck up) at a gala.
If anyone asks, yes, Bruce does blame Clark. I mean, the man has super hearing and he couldn’t hear the 14 year old coming toward them? Bullshit.
Now Jason won’t allow Clark anywhere near Bruce. Even worse, he somehow roped Dick in to keep Clark away from him. It was just a little makeout session, no biggie.
“Jason, sweetheart, let Clark in.” Bruce said tiredly, glancing up at one of the huge windows in the manor just to come face to face with a pouting Clark. He looked like a kicked puppy.
“No! He can’t come in!” Jason insisted fiercely, grabbing one of the curtains and running across to close off the window from Clark. Not that it worked. Clark just flew over to the window right beside it and pouted even harder, letting out an audible whine of sadness. “I’ve gotta protect you Dad!”
Bruce massaged his temples and turned to his first child, unimpressed by the smug expression on his face. “Fix this.”
Dick blinked, his eyes widening as he tried to display faux confusion. “I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean Dad.” Dick said lightly, a wide grin slowly taking over his face.
“I know it was you who corrupted your little brother.” Bruce glared, ignoring the sound behind him of Jason running around trying to close all the curtains he could reach. “He was perfectly fine with Clark coming over before.”
Dick shrugged his shoulders. “I’m telling ya, it wasn’t me.”
Bruce lets out a loud suffering groan, grabbing the scampering little 14 year old as he tried to dart by.
“Jaylad, your brother has graciously decided to volunteer and babysit you while Clark and I go to the movies like we planned.” Bruce said in a sickly sweet voice, grabbing Dick’s arm and stopping his escape. “Isn’t that right Dickie?”
Dick cursed under his breath as he takes his little brother in his arm, doing his best to try and ignore his happy cheering. “You suck.”
“Right back at ya kid.” Bruce smirked, grabbing his jacket and opening the door, his expression softening as he came face to face with the bright smiling face of Clark. “Ready?”
“Of course!” Clark grinned, gathering Bruce in his arms as he floated off the ground, grinning even brighter as Bruce pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.