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In Impulse, Issue #50 âFirst Foolsâ, Bart helps Batman on a Joker hostage case while trying to prank Robin on his first ever April Fools day.
Impulse, Issue #48 âwhen is a Riddle not a riddleâ, Bart Allen has to save his mentor Max after being kidnapped by the riddler, who hid bombs around the city revealed only with riddlesâ too bad Riddler didnât know Bart doesnât follow the rules.
Teen Titans, #2 (2003), Bart got shot by A Jericho possessed Deathstroke, facing him off after multiple random attacks and when he first dawns the title âkid Flashâ
Deathstroke #40, Impulse works with Deathstroke and multiple other heroes and anti heroes to defeat a common enemy.
In the Series Titans of Tomorrow, Bart Allen and Rose Wilson are in a steady relationship, that I still love to this day.
In Red Robin #12, Tim teams up with Bart and asks him to save Selina Kyle, The Catwoman, from League of Assassin soldiers that snuck into her house while she was asleep.
And this one isnât with a Gotham Rogue, but itâs funny and relevant. In Young Justice #10 (1998), Bart hits his head so hard that for almost the entire comic, he believes heâs Batman!
Batman has a secret interrogation method specifically for Joker and Riddler and itâs called âBartâ. Itâs super effective.
Have you considered JayBartTimKon polycule?
Bart being loved by everyone
I would like to see it
OMA Okay, so, YES! I have! Iâm a fruitful believer in TimKonBart, but after building the foundation of JayBart, itâs been on my mind non-stop. Starring: Kon being the hotheaded-himboâ˘, Tim as the Idiot with brains, Jay as the Classy Motherfucker, and Bart as the glue that they literally all depend on and will fight(kill in one case) anyone for. Bart is totally oblivious to his role.Â
How their polycule works in my mind are like so đ (Side note: a Polycule is a network of people connected in a large scale relationship, but not all persons are connected the same way for those that donât know)
All three Jason, Kon, and Tim have a current romantic relationship with Bart. Kon and Tim are primary partners to each other, with Bart occasionally joining their group. Jason and Kon are more distant; their standpoints vary on each other depending on mood and day. Tim and Jay are brothers, adoptive or not, so there's no relationship other than platonic; I donât ship any batcest.Â
Some common occurrences with these roles:
Bart, casually suggesting to Tim and Jay, on separate occasions, that they should work things out and the story is a lot deeper than it may seem. Jay gets pouty about it for a week, and Tim puts it off until he canât stop thinking about what Bart said until surprisingly, Jay calls him first. The moral of the story, they all take Barts's opinion of them VERY. SERIOUSLY. When it happened after a week, he figured he had nothing to do with it since it was muuuch longer to his perception of time.Â
Kon and Tim get into another argument because Konâs being stubbornâ˘, and Tim is also stubborn. So as Bart does, he becomes stubborn about people getting along. He approaches Tim first, giving Kon time to cool off and him an opportunity to catch Tim off guard while heâs sleep-deprived. He talks in his usual upbeat way, asking questions on top of questions faster than Tim can answer so Tim tries answering everything, not even able to process their questions about the argument that just occurred. After heâs satisfied he goes to Kon, knocking on his door politely (something he didnât do with Tim) and when heâs invited in, he lays out Timâs side of the story in a much more emotionally heartfelt way that Tim usually isnât able to put into words. He then leaves and lets them apologize to each other.Â
The first time Bart dies, and then closely after with Konâs death, with Tim going through his phase into Red Robin, Jay actually COMFORTS him. For the first time. When Bart did come back, he saw that they got much closer and Jayâs excuse was âYou fucking DIED. Never do that again.â and they cry. (Too Bad Bart dies four more times after that)...Â
I have sooo many ideas on this but I hope youâre satisfied! â¤đ
Wait, Bart had a big jawline???
He actually had a very square face with sharp features. A very handsome maturity. It really depends on the issue and art style you read, but his features are very refined.
As seen here, heâs always had some definite face shape to him.
Aha this is a long one... Adding onto my post a little bit ago cause I was on the train and didn't have enough rant energy-
Bart has eidetic memory, or Hyperthymesia, or photographic memory, whatever works for you. He remembers everything he's ever read, seen, or heard, but in some of the comic strips, it's him being confused about a certain series or event that happened, like he didn't recall it almost, which is almost impossible due to his advanced memory. One of the most common symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder is memory gaps when in a different personality. You have no idea how excited I am about this cause I have DID and positive representation, yes please. When I find the comic strips I'm talking about I'll repost and add them in but I'm on a rampage rn. Not even sorry.
Bart is known to have mood swings throughout the entire Impulse series, where he gets grumpy or pouty, things like that, but that childish nature could actually be a personality. He could feel robbed of his childhood since he couldn't "live it" due to his situation growing up, so he creates an entire persona to live like a child in his teenage body. Everyone always brushes it off to him being "a speedster", and the fact that he is ALSO supposed to represent a character with Autism and his ADHD plus ADD, it all kinda adds up, because he switches into this person sometimes that's sarcastic and has a more bleak outlook. He still is always there for his friends, even if they underappreciate the HECK out of him, but it wouldn't make sense in the sense that he's silly only because of his Hyper-changing Autism. AUTISM ISN'T A PERSONALITY PEOPLE. Honestly? The excuse that it's because he's a speedster doesn't add up either. Being a speedster can make him bored easily and he has a hyperglycemia diet where he has to eat full meals every two hours, but it doesn't explain why he so suddenly shifts into entirely new moods. being moody is one thing, but being Bart is a whole new can of worm on strings.
I think one of the biggest things to show this is when Jerico shot his knee using the body of Deathstroke. Before the incident, he never wanted to take up Wally's mantle because he thought it was disrespectful and he didn't deserve it, but after he was shot he took no hesitation in taking up the suit. That entire comic screwed me over because: 1, no one touches my baby Bart. 2, everyone was so rude to him like 24/7?? To BART of all people. 3, that gunshot would've done a LOT more damage then what they diagnosed him. A SHOTGUN was TWO INCHES from his knee and blast him from that space and they gave him a prosthetic kneecap? Excuse me, there'd be nothing LEFT to ATTATCH IT TO, but that's a rant for another time. What I'm getting at here is he wanted to exact his revenge on Jerico, which is typical, I would too if someone capped my knee. But he read the ENTIRE SAN FRANSICO LIBRARY IN ONE SITTING!! Bart, who HATES sitting in one place reading anything that isn't a comic read an entire LIBARAY and not some normal one, this one was MASSIVE. He learned everything about the human nervous system and used it against Slade to his advantage, before it was revealed it was actually Jerico.
SO, he took on the Kid FLash mantle, something he said he wouldn't do. He read an entire library in one sitting, something he wouldn't noramlly do. He became incredibly serious about his mission, something he normally isn't. His kid Flash persona is not him. His trauma from the experience added with his stress must've forced a new one to form, since he already Had his "Impulse" persona it was easy.
Bart Allen has DID and no one can change my mind.
Okay but look, I think Bart might have DID (Dissociative identity Disorder) and hereâs why:
Bart obviously has a lot of trauma, a lot more than a normal teenager should, even for superheroes, and it isnât a competition, but a lot more than all his teammates (Tim, Kon, Cassie, etc.). He hides everything about him being upset about his past and trauma behind his fun persona that he named âimpulseâ. He may not have made the hero name but he made its personality.
There are a lot of moments where itâs him being super positive about a really negative situation, and we know he knows it. He realises itâs a delicate situation but he still smiles. I think he has a personality that physically doesnât let him think badly about a situation that was created by his PTSD. GuyS
(Originally posted on AO3 by me/aka user CrashCityCentral)
The last thief was knocked out with a swift knee to his face and he fell limp. The distant sirens caught the vigilanteâs attention and he let go of the KOd criminal's hair, dropping him to the ground then slumped into the shadows, hoisting himself up a fire escape and to the rooftop overlooking the dark alleyway where the fight took place. He peered over the edge to the carnage he left behind; a group of 8, 6 men and 2 women, unconsciously strewed across the alley floor, all petty thefts and wanna-be big shots. He left once he made sure none of them woke back up and the police were close enough. He never bothered staying around for these moments, the police were looking for him too. He didnât always keep his opponents alive. But, like any other corny romance novel, he met someone and they changed him. For the better, which he honestly thought was impossible until that point. He didnât look back again and instead traveled through the city by rooftop. It was just about time to hang up his helmet for the night.
He jumped from building to building, the close proximity of the cities structures making it perfect for travel. Once he was close enough to his current safe house, he dropped down to the streets and ducked into a darker part of the backend allies where he pulled a bag from a hidden spot. He opened it, stripping his chest plate off and stuffing it inside. He then reached around his head to press two switches on either side of his helmet and slowly pull it off revealing his face. Jason Todd.
Jason slung the bag over his shoulders, now casually dressed in a tank-top and his suit pants, walking back to the main roads and towards the direction of his safe house, acting as casual as ever. This had been his constant routine. Once at the door, he pulled his keys out and unlocked a padlock that kept a latch shut. When the latch was opened he entered a six-digit code the door clicked and was pushed open. From where his warehouse was there was a glimpse of moonlight shining through the windows and now open the door, with only his shadow blocking out the only source of light in the dark room. Jason closed the door again slowly and tried not to make a sound as he locked it once more and put his keys on a nearby table. The room was a deafening silence, almost making his ears ring. It wasnât always this quiet. He moved to hang up his gear and walked further into the house. His movements were slow, and he couldnât tell if it was because he was tired or sore from fighting. It could be both. He let out an exhausted sigh before reaching the bedroom, moving the door handle slowly so the creaking wouldnât disrupt the silence. There was a figure on the bed, laying there and waiting for him. It didnât move when he came fully into the room and shut the door or took off his boots. It didnât move until he walked over and was hovering over the bed and sat on the edge.
âHey, Bart,â Jason said without even bothering to look at the boy laying down beside him.
âWelcome home, Jay,â Bart replied, with his usual animated grin. Though it was dark, Jason could practically see that smile. Something about the way he says it now makes it sound rehearsed. It was the same reply Jason got every time he came back, followed by the usual questions asked at rapid-fire. âHow did it go? Did you kick ass? Are you hurt?â
âNo, Iâm not hurt,â Jason said, his reply just as practiced. He didnât bother answering the other two. He couldnât. He just stared at the same place he zoned into when he sat down.
âYou seem sad. Whatâs wrong?â Bart asked. Though he didnât hear it, Jason could feel Bart move closer.
âYou know whatâs wrong.â The silence was too much. It was all wrong. All of it.
âWhat do you mean, Jay?â Bartâs voice still feigned the innocent confusion it always had.
Jason loved that about him. He loved how confused Bart got sometimes. When Bart gets too confused he gets frustrated and makes this cute pouty face and his leg bounces more violently the longer he thinks. It was just so him .
âPlease donât act like you donât know.â Jasonâs tone was nothing but pain. His voice was leveled but his mind was anything but. Itâs been a long night.
âWhatâs wrong?â There he goes again. Those same routine lines. Those same replayed words. Those same concerned eyes.
Jason refused to look at those eyes. He knew if he did heâd cave and just accept this. But he couldnât.
âYou need to leave, Bart.â He swallowed hard, regretting the words but not taking them back either. This needed to happen. For both of them.
âI donât understand.â the smile in Bartâs voice was gone. What was left was just concern. Jason cried.
The first few tears slipped out unannounced until they all just started pouring out. Tears and broken sobs. He wiped them away quickly, eyes screwed shut. There was a tingling sensation like someone had grazed their fingers lightly, over his cheek. His hand was so cold.
âDonât cry, Jaybird.â Bart soothed. Jason reminded himself he couldnât look. If he looked it became real.
âPlease stop, Bart. Just go.â He rubbed his eyes. The ear-ringing silence came back. In the back of his mind, Jason knew heâd be back, just like he always is. But he was alone for now, his thoughts leaving him in peace until the next time. He opened his eyes.
Jason felt like crying again. He didnât want to push him away, he didnât want to tell Bart to leave. He wanted nothing more than to cave in and just collapse, letting Bartâs words soothe everything away and kiss him until he didnât feel anything but loved. To listen to his rambles again and be praised with every villain he didnât kill.
He wanted all of that back, he wanted his speedster.
Whatever his mind was doing to him was sick. Bart was dead. He has been for some time.
Bart: Wally, you are now Australian.
Wally, sighing deeply: Why is that, Bart?
Bart: You know what a Wallaby is?
Wally: ... *Another heavy sigh*
Bart: *goes onto explain what a Wallaby is*
So I was thinking again- dangerous, I know- but I imagine Bart Bein obsessed with musicals, especially the ones with fighting and action, and he just runs around quoting classics durring fights, or singing songs from musicals whenever he has the chance.
And even better thought is he bonds with a bad guy on the field because they recognise the line-
"I thought heroes had mercy?"
"I'm a count, not a Saint."
"Wait- Count of Monte Cristo?"
"Yes???"
"I love that movie!"
"NOWAYMETOO"
He would, and you know it.