Bruce is not hiding.
He’s simply…. giving Damian an opportunity to brush up on his sleuthing skills. It’s a warm gesture of affection— one that happened to involve him slipping silently into the den with a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough clutched to his chest. He’s beyond grateful that the lights are dimmed to the lowest setting and the loud, abrasive program Steph’s watching is turned up almost all the way.
This gives him room to be a bit clumsy in his getaway— er, teaching moment.
There’s a spot beneath a side table that sits beneath the shadows of the television. With his dignity intact, he crawls in and curls himself up as much as he can.
Freedom.
He gets five minutes of peace with the precious container of stolen goods. Three hundred seconds of nothing but sweet, cold goodness on a silver spoon. No complaints or demands. No pouty mouths or sniffling noses. Just freedom.
And then, the show cuts to a commercial break. Stephanie turns to him in slow motion, sees the cargo he’s handling and grins— wide and devilish. It has him holding the perspiration slick pint closer to his chest like a distressed damsel clutching her skirt.
“Why’re you hiding?”
“Not hiding.” He shovels a spoonful into his mouth, wincing as the chill sends a jarring wave of pain through his teeth. “Training exercise.”
She nods, still smiling. “And it wouldn’t help if Spoiler gave Robin the exact details of the thief that stole his last pint of ice cream.”
“We try not to encourage homicides remember.”
“Dami—”
He’s outbof his nook and has a hand over her mouth before she can finish. “You’re evil.”
She leaves a glob of spit in his palm. He sometimes forgets the sheer immaturity teenagers could possess.
“Get me Tim’s pint of chunky monkey and I’ll stay mum.”
“You’ll spoil your dinner.”
She raises both hands, feigning surrender, but there’s a spoon in one and his ice cream in the other. “Damian’ll ruin your face.”
“I never raised you to be so evil.”
“Bruce you didn’t even raise me.”
“Hnn.”
She makes a shooing motion with the spoon. “Go execute our deal, old man. I’ll protect your contraband.”
NOT CANON!!!
the born as an asshole and made into an asshole dynamic is just SO GOOD
Like- they’re both jerks, real huge dickheads, right? Shinsou is the one who just is hitting you with the insults that cut d e e p and bakugou is the physical counter for that.
They have a personal vendetta against muzzles (fanon) and always have shit to say about everyone, like two Regina Georges that walked into hot topic and a vat of eyeliner, they’re the gossip hoes of ua. An unstoppable forced that does NOT care about your feelings
But at the same time they have passion. They want to become heroes and have the mental drive to do it. Their compatibility makes up for their differences.
Bakugou on offense, lashing, distracting as shin takes out those around him with his quick movements and agility. Theyd be UNSTOPPABLE in a tough environment. But compatibility in battle isn’t what I’m focusing on here.
When it comes to them as people, they work out nicely, (obviously ignoring the fact that theyd hit you where it hurt and revel in your suffering) they both like their own personal space and would obviously have no qualms in respecting one another’s boundaries, while at the same time they can share information (normally through insults or scathing jokes at other’s expenses) that would normally result in a uncomfortable conversation
Theyd get along with PAINFULLY dark humour. The likes of which makes the entire class physically recoil.
They were particularly fond in jokes about muzzling and joking about becoming a villain.
(They we’re both pulled aside one day by Aizawa after one of their dormmates overheard them talking in depth about ways they could (re: would) use their quirks to commit,,,atrocious crimes if they decided the hero biz wasn’t cut out for them)
(Aizawa was also not happy to discover the two edgelords hurling insults at eachother because apparently bakugou didn’t think Shinsou played a good Edward Cullen, it was entertaining to watch until biting was involved)
They onced were paired in hero training and were RUTHLESS
Bakugou simply had to tell mindfuck what he knew about the rest of their class and Shinsou had immediately found the most dirty, but wrenching quips. All their opponents were too stunned and, well, devastated to notice the explosive barrel hurling towards them.
The ua faculty all unanimously agreed to stop pairing them up anymore, especially after one particular incident that had nezu thoroughly shaken.
They practically communicate through insults and shitty memes. Shitty shitty memes.
The class once found both of them in tears over a fucking suck ass sponge bop meme that simply read; “aw hell naw, get da spunch brof out de shit”
Momo was almost tempted to burn the phone along side the image.
They immediately connected. Like. Immediately.
Less than a day after grape fuck had been kicked the hell out, bakugou had cornered Shinsou before the boy could even get through the door. They left the room for bakugou to “determine his worth”, only a few minutes later the bakusquad all got a notification that Shinsou had been added to their group chat.
Cats.
The moment bakugou heard that beautiful sound coming from his mentally scathing classmate he barged through the door and demanded that Shinsou let him pet them.
Shinsou, being the fucking dick he was, said it would come at a price.
The price was, bakugou had to use Shinsous real name.
Shouji was slowly growing more and more suspicious after he heard bakugou calling Shinsou by Hitoshi more often than not.
I just fucking LOVE to imagine they were like that
And by “that” I mean that they aggressively flirt. And I’m talking aggressively.
When the class heard shin call bakugou a “slab of sexy fucking meat” right. To. His. Face. They assumed he was suicidal. I mean, it didn’t even matter that he’d only been there for a month and a half, everyone who’d even so much as breathed in the same area as bakugou knew not to do that?,!!?
It only made matters worse when bakugou responded with “tall glass of knee weakening wine”
“Aged?” Shinsou responded
Bakugou just looked at him with a wink and a smirk as he calmly responded, “you know it sugar tits”
Kirishima and Kaminari simply..looked at their boyfriends, already mentally planning the loooonngg list of “how the fuck” questions.
Also, if, by chance the class walked in on them both decked out in ridiculously poofy princess gowns in Apple White and Raven Queen cosplay, as a crowned bakugou tossed an apple at Shinsou while Hamilton played in the background, they chose to forget it.
bo katan: okay now listen cause i can't stress this enough: when you meet ahsoka tano you have to immediately tell her bo katan sent you. she's got hair trigger reflexes and an overly developed sense of self preservation and she will kill you.
din: now hold on i think your underestimating me just a little.
bo katan: not possible. and besides this chick is nuts i once saw her decapitate four grown mandalorians in under a second when she was just fourteen years old.
din:
din: wut
The Official Jedi view on politics is that they try not to interfere and do not trust politicians, but if they are running out of options on how to settle an issue they will tell Padme Amidala what is going on and just unleash her onto their problems
As if on cue, Andrew appeared in the doorway with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and Kevin at his back. “Success.”
That scene in the first book at Wymack’s apartment
(pt 1/pt 2)
Can I get uhhh.. twilight but with more diversity
I have a lot of feelings about the kenobi-skywalker-tano family and their daily interactions like
you can’t tell me that at one point anakin and ahsoka didn’t grow bored during a mission and started debating among themselves who’s obi-wan’s favourite and the arguments are getting more and more ridiculous like ‘yesterday he patted me on the shoulder absently so obviously he unconsciously prefers me’ ‘excuse you I’m his only padawan and I’m pretty sure he almost laughed at one of my jokes about windu’s butt 4 years ago’
and obi-wan is sitting right next to them
of course at one point he feels the need to stop all of this nonsense with ‘this debate is ridiculous and unworthy of jedi. Ahsoka made me a cup of tea this morning so of course she’s my favourite right now.’
the level of betrayal on anakin’s face can only be compared to the level of glee on ahsoka’s face
but the worst is when ahsoka is away on a mission by herself and anakin can’t help worrying, even when rex tries to make him feel better: ‘she’s going to be fine sir, we need to trust her. I mean, she is general kenobi’s favourite after all’
anakin stays outraged and gasping and only whispers ‘et tu, brute?’ every time he sees rex for the next three days
Mace Windu: [on TV] The only Jedi we can possibly spare are Skywalker and Kenobi. Me: OH COME ON. The only two guys they can EVER spare are these two bickering idiots?! Are they just spending the entire rest of the war lounging around being beautiful and tired and yelling at each other? Does no one WANT to send them anywhere, for understandable reasons? WHY. WHY ARE THEY ALMOST ALWAYS THE ONLY ONES AVAILABLE. The Order doesn’t have the MOST Jedi they’ve ever had, fine, but they have a LOT of Jedi. Anakin: [blahblahblah Obi-Wan I’m trying blahblahblah] Obi-Wan: [being a pompous ass] Me: OH MY GOD. THEY ARE THE WORST. WHY IS ANYONE SENDING THEM ANYWHERE. Husband: [from the other room] They’re your favorites. Me: I KNOW.