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no weapons against me shall prosper

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let's hang out on the floor together

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love the library. there's no risk. you can take out a book and go "wow this sucks" and just give it back. and when you do that you're still making the library's Number Go Up so you'll be able to roll the dice on even more books. all for the low low price of free/you already paid for it with your tax money so you might as well use it

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you CANNOT read too much old timey fiction because I was playing Raft with the lads this morning and without a THOUGHT said we could sail over to another island "if the wind would consent to blow" & let me tell you. This did not pass by unremarked.

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Hey so your reblogs on that reverse robins post shot me though the heart. Would you happen to have more thoughts on how little people recognise and how much people take advantage of golden boy Dick Grayson’s self sacrificing streak?

I think that Dick has an obviously physical self-sacrificing streak that most people are concerned about. But he also has an emotional self-sacrificing streak that nobody seems to realize exists. It’s not just that he’ll put your emotions and needs before his own, but that he actively works to project a persona of happiness and emotional stability as much as he can. He didn’t do it as much as he was younger, but the older he got the more pressure he felt to do so. Most of it stems from comments from other heroes about how he gives them strength, how he inspires them, how he’s their role model, and how he’s the light to their darkness. And the thing is, it wouldn’t be as much of a problem if it was just younger heroes who do that. But it’s not. It’s the older heroes - heroes that Dick has known since he was a kid - that look to him and see him as light, as pure. And over time Dick gets more and more scared of tainting that image.

For all his family - and others - like to tease him for being a “golden boy”, none of them seem to realize the amount of effort Dick has put in to maintain that image. He’s scared if he doesn’t, then the world might be a darker place. After all, how many times had someone told him that if it weren’t for him, they’d become a supervillain ages ago? It may have been a joke, but Dick can’t risk the chance that someone out there is serious. Never mind the fact that his “failure” with Catalina still haunts him. He was supposed to mentor her, to help her, but in the end they both had Blockbuster’s blood on their hands. He can’t let that happen again, he won’t let that happen again.

In the end, Dick pushes away his feelings and problems because he feels like it’s required of him. Most people don’t notice because they only see the facade and they think that he’s somehow put-together, despite everything he’s been through. He’ll hide his struggles from anyone and everyone until someone finds out by accident.

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At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

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equal rights for women will never truly be achieved until we have more female noir detectives

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He shows his friends as much of himself as he can get away with. And that laugh…that horrible laugh that echoes the man who scratched it down his throat is a part of himself Dick tells himself is useful.

It’s a part of Robin. Robin that is a combination of his heritage and future, old family and new one. Even if a tiny part of him is uncomfortable with the joker giving him his trademark laugh Dick had made it part of his superhero identity. That identity is where he gets to fight and fall and fly, where he gets to be the loudest version of himself.

But the the friends who know the truest parts of him look away and flinch at the warped expression of his joy. So Robin, the mask he built to be himself after loosing his parents and having to adjust to a whole new lifestyle, is adjusted again.

Because even though Dick decided to own the his laughter, use it as a weapon and enjoy himself unashamed even when his own joy sounds like the memories of that gas, it still separates him from them. He’s still just a tad too other.

So he changes. For them. Because a showman always plays to his audience and if he can’t be their friend with the broken parts showing he’ll cover this up too. Maybe then it’ll be easier.

But next time, its whispers of change that set them on edge. And Dick just wants them to like him. But they don’t really know him, and the laugh he hid is just the tip of an iceberg identity wise. So maybe it’s not even worth it. He’ll work with them and savour what he gets. Bruces meddling will only make it worse.

So what if Bruce is the only one who knows him. Just because the guy can barely communicate, sets an impossibly high bar for Dick to flip over, and has the emotional bandwidth of a sock puppet doesn’t mean Dick needs anyone else. Just because he’d like to have friends who saw him and had easy down time like his first family did doesn’t mean he gets it.

Besides, is he’s not as close to his teammates, maybe he won’t loose them like he lost his troupe.

The idea of Dick having a naturally creepy cackle but it becoming more and more creepy the more his exposure to joker gas increases

Okay but pls let’s make it a young justice season 1 scenario. Dick overhears the rest of the team discussing his laugh and how unsettling it is, how creepy it is, how they all hate it and it makes them not wanna hang out with him.

And he’s so upset. Because he can’t help it. Because he’s been exposed to joker gas more times than he can count, and his silly giggle warped over time into the cackle he has now. When he’s out as Dick Grayson, he has to consciously change the way he laughs, and it’s exhausting. When he’s Robin, he doesn’t have to worry about it. He thought he wouldn’t have to change it around his friends like he does around his classmates.

But they’re not his friends, he reminds himself. They’re teammates. Coworkers, of a sort.

So he changes his laugh. Makes up a third distinct laugh separate from his normal one and his Dick Grayson one. It’s exhausting and a little painful, but he does it.

Then he overhears the team talking about how weird it is that his laugh has changed. And he feels like he just can’t win.

When Bruce finds out, he’s pissed. He comforts his son, but he’s ready to tear the team a new one. Dick doesn’t let him though.

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Wait let’s have an au where reverse robins meet normal order robins. Like dimension hopping or smth.

And it’s the reverse robins that have the hardened Bruce Wayne. Because this Bruce didn’t start with eight year old Dick Grayson who he identified with so much, who he saw so much of himself in. He didn’t have the child acrobat who kept him on his toes, who taught him to see the light in the darkness, who made him laugh with corny puns and silly jokes, who ran around Gotham in bright colors with an even brighter smile.

This Bruce’s first child was a thirteen year old Damian who’d been raised by the League of Assassins. The two of them had their own darkness, and no one to shed any light on the situation. There was no mediator, no buffer. Alfred tried, he really did, but neither Wayne really listened to him about the other, the two of them so caught up in their own conceptions of each other.

Then a few years later, the neighbor boy stops by and tells Bruce Wayne that he knows he’s Batman. He insists on joining him, on helping him. But thirteen year old Tim Drake still has parents who are alive and well at this point. Bruce allows him to join in on training, but he and Damian are ruthless with Tim. He’s not allowed out with them until he can pass their tests. And he does by the time he’s 14, but now he’s bitter and jaded about how harsh they were. He ends up going off on his own when he’s 17, and then Bruce quickly acquires one 14 year old Jason Todd.

Bruce lets Jason out much sooner than he had Tim, because he realize she was sort of lonely now without Tim. Damian is based in Blüdhaven at this point, he’s not around too often.

Then a year and a half later, Jason gets killed by the Joker and it sends Bruce into a spiral.

Jason eventually returns as the Red Hood, and he has a vendetta against the Batfamily until he clams down. He’s 18 when that happens.

And then Damian Wayne is the one who attends the circus when it’s in town. Damian is the one who takes Dick in, who sees a shadow of what his own father might have been like when his parents died. And he doesn’t want this bright little boy to turn out like his father did. He doesn’t want anyone turning into Batman.

So Dick and Damian become the dynamic duo. Damian doesn’t let Dick out into Gotham until he’s had two years of training, when he’s 10 years old. Dick had figured out pretty much right away that the Waynes were all the bats. Damian was actually so insanely proud that this boy he now calls his son was so quick to figure them all out.

But Bruce is jaded at this point. His kids hardly talk to him, to each other. He does love having a grandson, but he has no idea how to show it, how to interact with Dick out of costume. Batman interacts with Robin sometimes, but Robin sticks mainly to Blüdhaven with Flamebird.

Bruce is the kind of grandpa who pats Dick awkwardly on the shoulder when he sees him, asks him how school is (and says the wrong grade when he asks), and then gives Dick a hundred bucks and tells him it’s been nice catching up.

“Does Grandpa not like me?” Dick asks Damian one day when they’re driving home from the manor.

“I think you’re actually his favorite,” Damian tells him, a bit of a laugh in his voice. “He just is very bad with emotions, Richard.”

“Him and the rest of this weirdo family,” Dick snorts, and Damian laughs with him. “He still thinks I’m in fourth grade.”

“Well, grandfathers arent known for having the best memories.”

Dick grins at Damian. Grandpa Bruce isn’t the best, but he does try.

And so when they meet the normal version of the Batfamily? Where Dick is the oldest and Bruce is actually a decent dad? It’s such a mindfuck.

“Told you the pipsqueak was his favorite,” reverse-Jason snorts to the others. “Look at them, they’re practically a normal family!”

“You call this normal?” Normal-Jason asks.

Meanwhile, reverse-Bruce just keeps a hand firmly on the top of reverse-Dick’s head as he stares at this mirrored version of his family. Because now he can’t help but wonder how much better off his family would’ve been if Dick had just come into his life a decade or so earlier.

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A doctor saying "Good news! Your labs look great" is like if you were watching a cop show and the chief walked in like "Great news, everybody! The best news! The killer is still at large and we have no leads."

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the world is running out of glassblowers and yet you want to become a fucking doctor

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Don’t forget the hyphen!!!

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Peter is also prone to disappearing at inopportune moments…

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I shall lend my sword and you can be stabby ducks!

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few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again