Fight Of The Grandparents

Fight of the grandparents

(Basically just: Bruce and Oliver both think they're Lian’s favourite)

"Look at this, look at this and tell me it doesn't mean anything!" Bruce shouted. "Look me in the eye and tell me, honestly, that this doesn't mean anything,"

Oliver steeled himself, meeting Bruce's glare head-one.

"It doesn't mean anythi-"

"Bullshit!"

Clark was… astounded.

Never had he heard Bruce speak with so much emotion, he hadn’t ever heard him swear either.

He got a little closer and saw Bruce standing beside the table, aggressively gesturing towards a mug that said "world's best grandpa!" While Oliver had his arms crossed.

"I was first!" Oliver shouted.

"First is never best! You wouldn't call the first computer in existence the best, and I can promise you that your wife would prefer it-"

"That doesn’t change the fact that I was with her for a whole two years before you ever got into the picture!" Oliver screamed, arms flying through the air as he pointed accusingly at Bruce who scoffed.

"That doesn’t change the fact that she likes me better,"

"What’s going on here?" Clark asked, finally stepping into the kitchen to get the glass of water he so desperately needed.

"Oliver is in denial," Bruce immediately said.

"I am not in denial!" Oliver said, looking Clark in the eyes before turning to Bruce again "Yesterday she said she loved me, are you trying to tell me she didn't mean that?"

"She also said that she loved Strawberry shortcake, who is a fictional character, I would hardly say love is a good measure of who's her favourite,"

Clark had lost the thread completely and was about to just exit the room completely when Arsenal came in.

"Perfect! Roy, could you come over here?" Bruce asked.

"Oh no," Roy mumbled, but obeyed.

"Who's Lian’s favourite grandparent? Would you say it's me or Oliver?"

"I'm staying out of it," he said, just as Jason entered the kitchen.

"Are the grandpa's battling for the place of favourite?" He asked, smirking.

"It's not much of a battle when I'm obviously the favourite," Bruce said.

"Sure." He snorted.

"...I am the favourite, right? Right Jason?"

"Maybe the favourite grandfather, I couldn't say, but she likes her grandmother the best out of all of you,"

"Dinah?" Oliver shouted, he didn't know they had gotten so close, they had only met recently so it seemed impossible.

"Oh, no, Talia,"

"TALIA!?"

Beyond his art, Neal Adams is rightfully remembered as an eternal champion of creators’ rights and for the part he & his work played in the Comics Code revision of ‘71 but his contribution to John Stewart’s creation is – I think –  a rather underrated aspect of his career, especially as it’s such a great reminder of the kind of person he was. Taken from an interview conducted and transcribed by Allen W. Wright over at the Green Arrow: Bold Archer fansite, here’s Neal discussing John’s beginnings (x).

The Justice League meet Nightwing

I've read every one of these fics I could find and I need more, so in a random burst of inspiration I wrote five pages of a semi-okay fanfic for the JL meet the batfam. Not sure if I should post the whole thing so this is a test to see if anyone wants to read it.

word count: 555

It hadn’t been on purpose, really.

He swore it.

But… well.

When your dad is Batman you grow up in a very paranoid house.

He was off-world (again) on some league business and so it was up to his children to take care of Gotham. Gotham has always been a cruel mistress.

It was then that some of his fathers less… intelligent co-workers had decided to show up.

Now it wasn’t like these people were stupid, they were pretty smart actually, Barry was a forensic chemist for God’s sake! But he lacked certain street-smarts that could only be achieved if you lived in Gotham.

So, he and Hal Jorden had decided that ‘when the cats away, the mice come to play’ or in this case; when the bats away, the metas come to play. Though Hal technically isn’t a meta.

He had only done his job! He was there to protect the innocent children who thought Gotham was a playground, who didn’t realise how truly terrifying she could be, metas especially. Most of them relied too heavily on their powers, they don’t think mere mortals stand a chance at actually hurting them.

They of course have never been struck with fear gas.

“No metas in Gotham,” he had growled, in much the same way Batman does.

They had both jumped, looking like headless chickens as they spun around to try and find him. Even with his blue stripes, the darkness settled over him like a cloak, protecting him.

“Isn’t Batman supposed to be off-world?” Hal had whispered to Barry, both of them clearly spooked.

He still smiles at the thought.

“No metas in Gotham,” he had repeated again, stepping out of the shadows so they could see him.

“Who are you?” Barry had been the first to speak, speedsters, always in a hurry.

“Nightwing, no metas in Gotham,” it seemed to be the only thing he had said the whole day, you should think they were five with how many times he had to repeat himself.

“We thought Batman was the only vigilante in Gotham!” Barry had said, and that made him laugh.

The kind of laugh that made him crouch and heave for breath, the kind of laugh that only jokers gas could cause.

“You shouldn’t be here if you don’t even know half of Gotham’s protectors,” because that’s what they were- are.

Gotham is a cruel mistress who will swallow you whole, but she is their cruel mistress.

“This is the last time I’ll repeat myself, no. Metas. In. Gotham.” They had seemed to get the memo, rushing out of the city. Probably going up to the watchtower to tell the rest of the league about their encounter.

He should’ve been more careful.

Because now he was here, in the cave, listening to Batman.

“Do you know how hard it is to protect you guys and keep you hidden from a group of superheroes who work in space!?” At least this was Batman scolding Nightwing, not Bruce scolding Richard.

He shudders at the thought of Bruce using his actual name.

“I’m sorry dad, but I couldn’t just have them galavanting through Gotham!”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Jason snicker at him, stuffing his mouth with popcorn, clearly enjoying the fact that he isn’t the one being scolded.

Traitor.

Please, I need more "The justice league realises Batman is just a tired dad with a bazillion kids"

So....

Red Hood is caught by the league and seems more annoyed than anything else. Batman is off-world and is rushing back to make sure that whatever they do, he DOESN’T get sent to Arkham. Too bad the rest of the family arrives before he does and suddenly the league has to deal with strangers protecting a known criminal.

Batman is hurt, that's normal though, what isn't normal is the hoard of children who are all coming in through the Zeta.

The Batfam are bored and decide that breaking into the Watchtower and beating up the JL when they get caught is the best way to cure the boredom. Batman is not happy.

Your guilty son

I thought I had moved past the guilt.

I thought I had almost rebuilt.

Drowned out the laughter that told me I was at fault.

Yet the feelings didn't halt.

I miss you dearly—I love you so sincerely.

My mind can see no value, in whom my heart has grown attached to.

Please think nothing of them (except I think I love them)

Are you truly gone if I let them live?

Are these thoughts something you can forgive?

-7 day Watchtower challenge, Ao3, Silver_Athena

As a continuation of this thought process: Some of the people living in Metropolis think that Batman is their mayor in the same way Lex Luthor is Metropolis' mayor and that Bruce Wayne is Gotham's Superman

I firmly believe Gotham has applied for stateship and the government replied in a confused "What do you mean you're part of the US?"