Bruce Wayne can't possibly be as dumb as he acts, and Clark Kent isn't as ordinary as he appears.

Ronon watches over Bruce and Logan because Sheppard asks him to do so. Bruce and Tony like having Ronon around. Smut ensues, lots of slashy smut.

Aqualad has no idea what he's in for.

Wally walks in on Artemis taking care of a little business, and the dinner date gets put on hold.

Every villain has a favorite. It's practically a rule.

Written for a YJ_anon_meme prompt which asked for LGBT characters struggling with coming out. Dick and Alfred have a talk, and there are cookies.

Megan is given a great deal of advice on how to deal with Wally. All it does is remind her of the fact that nobody on Earth speaks like she does, and that her body is not her own.

For Wally's 21st birthday, they play spin the bottle.

Tim and Kon get popped into Earth-16. Their visit is brief, but, has quite the impact.

"After multiple times of people trying to use him as a virgin sacrifice, Tim decides it's time to lose his V-card. Enter Kon-el."

There are reports of shadowy forces and a copycat Batman in Colorado. Batgirl is sent to investigate, and in the process discovers a new friend, a co-dependent study group, and a place that rivals Arkham Asylum for sheer lunacy.

There's something different about the weight of these eyes. Something that makes Jason sit up and take notice.

Damian asks a dumb question. Jason gives him way more information than he was looking for.

For the prompt on the robincest meme over at dcu-memes, "Tim riding Jason. Hard."

He has to—he needs to get away, and it would be funny if he wasn't so turned on.

Tim really, really likes it when Jason comes inside him.

Surprisingly enough, Ivy didn't like getting fruit baskets as thank yous. Jason'd have to find something else to send her.

Gotham doesn't know what to be more shocked by. The revelation that four masked vigilantes are in custody in Arkham, or their real names going into public record with the mugshots.

Sometimes, announcing something can be done without any words being spoken.

Tim's got a lot of revenge to plan for this.

Tim knows his taste in music is a little eclectic.

Tim doesn't encourage the public, they do it themselves.

Tim sleeps in the attic every Christmas Eve. It doesn't really mean much, it's just habit by now.

He teams up with Red Hood Tuesday nights for patrol, and while it's not quite the date Tim could want it's what he'll take.

Nothing good has ever come from Steph and Dick plotting together. Nothing.

The request for help was coded enough that it was understood exactly how deep Tim and Cassandra were undercover. Dick's still surprised by how far under they are.

Tim doesn't expect his time in the hospital to be very eventful.

Tim never was one for sharing his plans with others.

Jason's gone and Tim finds that he's the only one who thinks it wasn't on purpose.

Jason tilts his head and stares at the innocuous post it notes on his fridge.

It's not until after he's pulled the whole thing off that Jason realizes what a stupid move it was.

Follows this chapter but isn't actually a text so I don't feel right putting it with that work.

Jason has opinions about both Hamlet and bullying, and is willing to express those opinions with words. Or his fists. Whichever is the best weapon at the time. It's all the same in the end to him.

It's the hazards of having so many omegas in close proximity for so long. They tend to synch up.

It's easy to be brave when you're not alone, and the hardest part of going into school the next day for Cullen is when Harper leaves to go to her own classes.

"Hey, Birdboy, what're you wearing?"

Kon has a crisis. Tim wears pajamas.

"On the bright side," Dick says as he shimmies down the building, "You didn't raise a group of homicidal, raging, vengeful killers and sociopaths so much as you raised a group of emotionally-volatile, obsessive, spiteful vigilantes and paper pushers."

Krypto likes to take care of Kon as much as Kon likes to take care of Krypto. When Kon is hungry, Krypto fetches him food. When Kon is sleepy, Krypto fetches him blankets. And when Kon is horny, Krypto fetches him Tim. Which leaves Kon the not-so-fun job of awkwardly explaining to Red Robin why he's been dragged to Smallville in the middle of the night by a well-meaning superdog.

Jason had thought that putting Tim in a dress and forcing him into the public would be a good show. He's right. Just not in the way he'd thought.

"Didn't you know, Jason?" Tim says, voice light and taking on that tone that their public personas use, "I'm a winter. Lavender is my color."

Tim doesn't need Kryptonite to control Kon in the bedroom.

"Yeah. Thanks. Just what I need. Black lipstick."

"His name is Tim and I think my dick will never understand the difference between fear and arousal again."

"It's a match made in high society heaven." Tim drawls. "Also, it's your turn to make dinner tonight, you should get on that."

Tim refrains from telling Jason that most people are terrified of sharks. It seems a bit pointless. Tim isn't most people, after all.

"Why does Ra's know how old my piercings are?" Tim asks, and does he know where they are.

How far will Tim go for authenticity?

"Is it too early to go and lock myself in my room and scream?"

Kon raises an eyebrow, "You weren't kissing random people. I mean – you looked pretty goal oriented when you went off to shove your tongue down his throat and make friends with his tonsils."