All Jokes And Camp Aside, I Think Roy Is More An Uncle/big Brother To Rose And Grant Than A Dad.

All jokes and camp aside, I think Roy is more an uncle/big brother to Rose and Grant than a dad.

Very much there is a paternalistic dynamic- but that is not the same as being someone’s Dad, y’now? A lot of ppl’s stepdad ain’t their Dad.

My grandpa ain’t my Dad. My uncle half- raised me because I was the kid of a single mom and she trusted him enough to pay him like he was a daycare. HE ain’t my Dad, even if that relationship is no less profound.

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Ooh he’d be so messy about it still. Best case scenario I see happening at that point in their relationship would probably be Alan tracking Todd down because Jennie or Al literally tells him they’re worried about him, and walks in on Ian being… well, Ian. INSTANT energy blast to the chest, which I’m not sure Todd would’ve responded well to 😬

Thinking about an AU where Alan somehow finds out about Ian and saves Todd before Milwaukee can even happen

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Imagine you’re a Gotham mook out for your daily mugging and you’re holding up some punk kid but the idiot won’t stop laughing and it’s freaking you out because kid, what’s wrong wit ya, I’ve got a gun here

And he’s still laughing and he goes “man, are you unlucky today” and you’re like “what” and he goes “my dad’s in town” and nods at something behind you

And you turn, your heart dropping because oh Christ did you just mug one of the bats but then you see a giant red leotard and you’re full of relief because oh it’s just that rubber comedian guy from the Justice League

But then you see his face

And more importantly, the expression on it

And you’re suddenly struck with the realization that you have just pissed off an immortal, invincible lunatic with fists the size of skyscrapers who will not hesitate to beat you into a pretzel and you’re about to become a casualty of Gotham’s natural selection process while learning why the first rule of being a crook in Gotham has nothing to do with the Bat or that goddamn clown, but rather is if you value the integrity of your bones do not FUCKING touch Plastic Man’s Goddamn SON