Get your gen texts here!!

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[batsuits]

I can be upstairs in ten minutes. Should I bring anything with me?

[brat]

Titus has fallen asleep on me.
I can't move.

[batsuits]

[ oh my god ]

You can't or you don't want to?

[brat]

Is the answer relevant?

( on one hand: damian is more than strong enough to push off a giant dog. on the other, he's on his stomach, and any attempts on his part would ruin titus' nap. )

[batsuits]

For my amusement, yes. I'll be up soon.

[ But he is also definitely sending Ace up there Right Now because Bruce is also an asshole. ]

[brat]

( approximately two minutes later: )

Why would you do this to me, Father.

[batsuits]

Do what? I haven't even left the cave, Damian.

[ lol ]

[brat]

There is residue on Ace's paws from the cave floor.
Residue that most likely wouldn't have still been present if he had not been in the cave recently.
Unless he's been laying down and not using them. Given that it's Ace, I find that as unlikely as it not being you who sent him up here.

[batsuits]

Oh? I hadn't even known Ace left to join you. I was still finishing some work. Are you suggesting I sent Ace to bother you as well?

[ which he DID because he SUCKS and this is hilarious and damian deserves every single bit of this dogpile ]

[brat]

Yes.
Are you finished yet.

[batsuits]

I think you're overestimating me. I'm coming upstairs now. Want anything from the kitchen?

[brat]

I am not overestimating you.
And I don't need anything from the kitchen.

[batsuits]

[ and now it's really time to mess with damian's entire life because all he sends back is: ]

👍

[ heh. but then a few minutes later, there's a bruce in the doorway of damian's room, taking a sip from a fresh mug of coffee and leaning in the doorjamb. ]

Having fun?

[brat]

( his room looks the same as always; an easel off to the side, a simplistic bed more towards the center, the nightstand in front of it--on the bed, however, is a massive pile of dog. tidus sleeps splaying over most of it, with ace half on top of tidus's midsection, head directly on top of damian's head.

leaving damian just barely visible under all of that dog, head resting it's weight on his chin and arms out in front of his face, holding onto his phone. )

No, I am not having fun. ( yes, a little bit. )

[batsuits]

[ bruce is trying very hard not to smile but he very much wants to. he'll step in a little, taking another sip of his coffee before setting the mug down on the bedside table. he looks down at damian... and titus and ace, an eyebrow raising at the lot of them. ace at least has the decency to look up, tail wagging in his happiness.

dryly -- ]

Yes, this definitely seems unpleasant.

[ and you know what bruce is going to do now? he's going to take out his phone. he's going to angle it upwards. he is going to take a picture. ]

[brat]

( he loves these dogs so much, they’re the best dogs, titus is absolutely amazing and strong and powerful, the best attack dog, and ace is (usually) so good. but the look on damian’s face says—well. not that. bruce takes out his phone, and daman’s lips twist into an even deeper scowl, letting the phone drop onto the bed screen-first as he glares up at him. )

Father. ( there’s warning behind his tone; brows furrowing. ) If you share that with anyone, I’ll give GNN an uncensored recording of your more unsightly morning routines. ( such as: his inability to wake up without his morning coffee. )

[batsuits]

[ way to... put him on the spot, damian. he just sort of hesitates then, definitely takes the pictures but a small frown tugs at his face before he lowers his phone and tucks it back into his pocket. ]

You think GNN would be considered about my personal affairs?

[ though vicki vale might and that would be a social media debacle that bruce isn't sure he wants to participate in. why is his son like this?

with... some hesitation: ]

Not even Alfred?

[brat]

( it's one thing to call bruce to his room for assistance dislodging dogs from his back. it's another thing if word gets out to--say, any other robin. especially grayson.

damian drops his own phone down against the bed, braces his hands against the mattress and tries to squirm his way out but. titus is fairly heavy, and definitely not looking to move any time soon. the added weight of ace just makes it all the more difficult. thanks dad. )

Not even Pennyworth.

wow i sure messed that sentence up WHOOPS

[batsuits]

[ no problem, son. he picks up his coffee then, takes a sip of it as he watches damian struggle under the dogs. ace looks at damian try to move and moves himself, trying to lick damian's face from his position on his back. ]

It'd probably make him happy to see this. You don't want to make Alfred happy?

i didn't even notice

[brat]

( ugh! no face licks!! damian shoves his face back into the blankets to avoid that, thank you, ace--and extends a hand out, reaching towards bruce with fingers outstretched towards him. )

Father, help me!

( at least he's only buried under a pile of dogs and not stuck under four hundred pounds of boulders or something--but from his tone, damian isn't acknowledging the difference. )