Batman: I have it on good authority that you’ve been posting these, quote-unquote, incorrect quotes about our family on this so-called… *narrows his eyes* Tumblr.
Me: *blinks*
Me: *shuddering slightly* Well, see, Mr. Batman, um,Sir Wayne, uh, Batwayne –
Nightwing: *gets up from his chair and hugs me tightly*
Me: Oh! Oh, okay. Wow. Thanks? So, um, do you have a question or… ?
Nightwing: *shakes his head and grins at me* I just wanted to lighten the mood. You know how our father tends to blur the line between an interview and an interrog–
Red Hood: *clears his throat loudly*
Red Hood: Why, um… Why the heck do you call me *reading something scribbled on his palm* “Big Brother of the Year”?
Me: Well, see, Jay, even though you see yourself as the “black sheep” of the family, I do believe that there’s some goodness in your heart and that you do care very much about them. I think Croc said it best: you’re a good kid trying to be bad, and – Are you okay?
Red Hood’s Helmet: – bZzt bzZt –
Me: Your helmet’s… There’s smoke coming out of your –
Red Hood: *gets up from his seat and speed-walks out of the room*
Me: Did I say something wrong?
Red Robin: No. His tears must’ve fried the circuits in his helmet. Anyway, is this where you live? *shows me a map on his tablet with coordinates to my residence*
Me: *wide-eyed* How’d you – ?
Red Robin: Don’t worry about it. Now, my real question is, is there a lot of coffee where you’re from?
Me: Well –
Red Robin: Like really strong cofee? *zooming in and out of the map* For some reason, I can’t get intel –
Robin: *shoves Tim out of the way*
Robin: Pretender! Where do you get the nerve –
Me: – to make you look adorable? Look, Dami, I can’t help it –
Black Bat: *grapple-hooks into the room and grabs me*
Spoiler: Alright, creeps, that’s enough blogger harrassment for today!
Batgirl: *whispering into my ear* I’m so sorry you had to go through this.
Alfred: *walks into the room*
Room: *falls silent*
Alfred: No dessert for all of you.
Everyone (including Bruce): *whines*
Alfred: As for you *looks at me*…
Me: *blinks*
Alfred: … we would appreciate it if you joined us for dinner. *walks out of the room with Batcow and Titus in tow*
The Signal: *turns off the camera and runs after Alfred* But I was just filming everything, I swear!
Catwoman: *comes in through the kitchen window* Meow. Did I miss the interview?
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I guess this is just my way of saying THANK YOU for your continued patronage.
Often mistaken for the instructor. That’s understandable – He’ll help anyone who looks like they’re having a tough time.
He’s… distracting. For obvious reasons.
But, actually, it’s his positive energy that’ll make you keep coming back to finish the grueling regimen.
Will sometimes come in wearing a very loud outfit that screams “80s” because he knows that it amuses some people, then backs it up with a few Flying Grayson-esque stunts.
JASON:
The one that other gym rats steer clear of.
He’s basically a shadow in a dark corner of the gym pumping 200 lb of iron with one arm while smoking a cigarette with the other.
What’s with the bright green liquid in his blood-stained water bottle?
As “mythical” as he seems, he’s actually adorably polite to the employees. (They swear they’ve caught him wink at them.)
TIM:
The one wearing a Bluetooth headset and a watch monitoring all his vital signs.
Pre-installed surveillance cameras that feed information directly into his laptop, which he’s constantly checking out as he works out.
The other board members of Wayne Enterprises have no idea that he’s actually on the treadmill while on an online conference with them. (Pretty fit, Timmy!)
*referring to the stuff in his water bottle* “Oh, this? It’s, um, pure liquid caffeine.”
DAMIAN:
“Whose kid is this?” a staff member announced, right before his finger broke “inexplicably”. (It never happened again.)
If people steer clear of Jason, they’d rather not come in at all when they know it’s this little guy’s day.
You know that thing when the person next to you’s so condescending that he can’t help but smirk loudly and mutter “weak” every time he sees you break a sweat, but you can’t really do anything about it because he’ll growl at you (and who knows what else)? Yeah.
Besides, it’s uncomfortable every time his cat (Pennyworth, is it?) sits on your face while you’re trying to bench-press.
Jason: hhhrrrRRRRRRAAAAGGGGH
Jason: *lifting Tim high up in the air with one arm*
Tim:*grinning smugly*
Dick:*sweating profusely while doing leg-ups with Damian sitting on his legs*
I’m astounded at how many of you support this blog. Thank you. Just… Thank you.
And when you tell me or your followers how much something in here made you smile or laugh or whatever, it makes me smile and laugh and whatever, too. (I’ll be honest, I really like checking out your tags and reblogs for your insight.) It’s the sweetest cherry on top.
And I can’t thank the brilliant TV/film/music writers who I take these quotes from enough (and hope that they can forgive me for totally changing the context in which their work is used!) or the artists over at DC Comics who continue to give me so much inspiration (I love how “human” they make my favorite superheroes).
I hope you continue to enjoy reading these incorrect quotes as much as I enjoy writing them.
Sincerely,
A Wayne at Heart (a-wayne-at-heart)/Bats Say the Darndest Things (incorrect-batfamily-quotes)
P.S. A great big shout out to those who support my original blog, my first baby!
Because they make my day, EVERYDAY💖💖
*sends enough hearts back to tackle @louiedapanda to the ground*
Your blog is amazing! It always put a smile on my face. 😘😄😀💓💓
Just when I thought my day was already made from all the love, you come in and prove me wrong. Thank you! *sends a bunch of Dick Grayson-esque hugs back* @zatannagurl
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