Robin Brothers

Meme Wars

There is no theme. Only memes. Memes are life.

Alternate Title: Bruce Is A Confused Gen X'er Who Is Trying His Best™

Alternate-Alternate Title: Author is an idiot who forgot how to write a good chapter.

Alternate-Alternate-Alternate Title: This will be irrelevant in like, 2 years maximum.

3rd person POV

Bruce, Jason, and Dick were in the office.

"Jason, these grades are unacceptable! You're grounded until these are fixed." Bruce chewed Jay out.

"Guess I might as well yeetus, yeetus, commit self deletus."

"I- pardon?" Bruce stuttered.

"Yeet. I mean, might as well. No need to be a little bitch like Dick would be about it."

"Uno reverse." Dick responded instantly.

"N-nANi?!" Jason exclaimed.

"Ahem, your grades." Bruce said, raising an eyebrow.

"Seeya later, Jay-Inator." Dick said.

"That was cringe and you know it." Jason said, shaking his head.

Dick stuck his tongue out and left them with a simple, eloquent sentence. "Get flexed on, bitch." leaving a chuckling Jason and a confused Bruce.

Bruce blinked. He just didn't understand.

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Later, before patrol, the three older boys explained to Damian the most important thing to do before attacking an enemy.

"So I say, 'Yeet' and attack?" Damian asked, confused. "Are you sure this is vital?"

Dick, Jason, and Tim nodded.

Damian bit his lip. "Well, if Richard says so, I have no reason to doubt him."

"Attaboy. Let's suit up." Jason said.

Later, at an abandoned warehouse the batfamily was fighting a small gang.

"YEET!" Damian screamed, leaping from the beams supporting the ceiling, kicking a thug in the face, rendering him unconscious.

Everyone was silent.

"Well?" Damian asked, hands on his hips. "Are we going to put this scum in Blackgate or are we just going to stand here like buffoons?"

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Bruce came to realize even Tim was speaking like the older two, not as extreme, but still...

"Hey Bruce?" Tim asked. 

"Yo, Tim. What's up?" He said, poorly attempting Gen Z speak.

Tim blinked. "Uhh... I just need you to sign my permission slip. And Damian's too." 

Tim handed him two slips of paper.

"Oh, okay, bro. No prob." Bruce said, realizing how pitiful he sounded. "What's the 411?"

Tim looked at Bruce as if he had three eyes. "What...?" 

"Why do I need to sign this?" 

"Oh, the whole elementary school is going on a field trip to the zoo."

"Sure, fam. Sounds coolio." Bruce said, desperately trying to resonate with Tim.

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sure."

"Haha, yeet." 

Bruce handed the papers back to Tim. 

"Hey, see you on the flip-side, homeboy." 

Tim started to walk away.

"Oh, and Bruce?"

"Yeah, chum?" Bruce said, kindly.

"Please, don't ever try to sound cool again." 

And with that, Tim walked away.

Bruce shook his head.

He just didn't understand. Sighing, he turned back to his computer and typed in the search bar:

How To Speak Millennial / Gen Z

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"How'd it go?" Dick asked.

"Well, Bruce tried to speak Gen Z but it backfired. It was the most embarrassing thing I've seen." Tim shook his head. 

The boys all laughed.

"Hey Jason, I have a dare for you." 

Jason rolled his eyes. "We've been doing dares all day."

Dick took a couple of seconds to find a clip on his phone.

In the clip was Jason.

"I'll take any dare, any day, bitch."

Jason groaned. "Fine."

Dick smirked. "I dare you to act like a VSCO girl the rest of the day."

Jason nearly fell off the couch. "No way! Replacement, Demon, talk him out of it!"

Tim and Damian shrugged. 

"While I would like to see Jason try and fail to act feminine, I don't know what VSCO means." Damian replied.

Tim shrugged. "It's hard to explain."

Two hours later, Jason was now wearing a blonde wig, complete with a poorly done ponytail in a scrunchie, had bought a Hydro-Flask, and was wearing scrunchies on his wrists.

"Omg, hey guys. Sksksksks, have you seen my headphones? I gotta listen to some ASMR." Jason said, making the pitch of his voice higher.

Dick and Tim laughed. Damian just blinked in surprise.

"Hehe. Just gotta buy my seashell necklace. And I oop-" Jason said, fake laughing. 

Bruce had entered the room. 

"Heyyyy, Brucie! Spill the tea, sis. What's been going on? Has your company invested in environmentally safe straws yet? Gotta save the turtles!" he giggled, his voice cracking.

"Um. Sure. You okay, son?" Bruce asked quizzically.

"Totes, OMG, lol. Hey, so you know where my airpods are? I've been looking for them. Oh, have you seen my Vans?" Gonna go out and buy my new Kanken backpack."

Bruce threw his hands up in the air. "I give up. Bye."

Bruce was done trying to understand his very weird sons.

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Welp, thats le end, for now. TTYL, this chapter sucked big time sorry. 

Baiiii :V