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BLOG POST NO. 24 - HOME SWEET HOME

So there was a baby on the flight. It was a golden retriever and she sat next to me and she was very polite. Her owner was this old lady who’s name I shall not divulge but she gave me a paper bag full of sweets because I “looked like I needed it” and I think I almost cried.

She ended up telling me random stories of her past for the rest of the flight. Apparently she was also going to the Philippines and the reason why was because she had found out that her old lover was living there and wanted to reunite with her. They met sometime during the 90’s but lost contact at some point and it was only recently that they found each other again online. She showed me pictures and she’s very pretty. I hope they found each other and have a happy rest of their lives :)) 

Anygay, wholesome flight experience aside, I’M FINALLY BACK HOME After basically an entire day of travel, I am finally back.

Fuck I missed my old bedroom so much. I missed my cats too. I missed my family. I missed everything.

Now it’s so fucking late so I’m going to bed. My whole body is tired.

I will say though, it feels a little weird sleeping without the sound of gunshots.

My family would be mortified if I told them that.

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BLOG POST NO. 23 - A HOLIDAY HANGOUT

FINALS ARE OVER AND I CAN FINALLY GO HOME WOOO

But not before having a grand goodbye party with my friends of course :DDD I’m gonna be gone until mid-january after all and I need to make sure these idiots miss me. SO THEREFORE we ended up playing at the arcade for half the day, getting food at Batburgers, and then going to Ray’s flat (because his was most convenient) and playing Mario Kart and Mario Party for the rest of the day. Then, when late night came, Lan used his car to drive all of us to the airport so we could all say our final goodbyes (there were tears involved. I will neither confirm nor deny if most of it was mine)

Though technically the whole party thing happened yesterday. It’s currently fuck-o-clock at the airport because my flight is at 4am.

It was honestly a fun time though, and I’m glad I got to spend the whole day with my best friends :) 

I was actually supposed to come to the Wayne family’s holiday dinner but alas, it was set at a later date so I’m a no-go. Maybe I'll come to some other party of theirs though.

Can’t believe I even got an invite tbh. Like, I know that it was Duke that invited me because they want me to meet the rest of the family finally, but still. I’m just a random person and they’re the literal Waynes—

Oh my flight’s here. Time to board.

Hopefully there’s no baby.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 22 - DELAYED FINALS, DELAYED DEATH ANIMATION

I know that I posted that letter to the villains during midterms week asking for a villain attack to delay exams— I didn’t want that to be fulfilled during finals week instead.

We were supposed to start exams yesterday but Scarecrow decided that that day would be the perfect day to throw fear gas at the school grounds, and also bomb one of the buildings, so now exams have been postponed until further notice. Normally I’d be ecstatic about this turn of events, but not this time. Why? Because I’m supposed to be on a flight back to my home country next week and if exams get delayed until then, I’ll have to cancel my flight and I won’t be able to go home.

Which will suck, because I want to celebrate the holidays with my family.

I miss them.

Fuck you Scarecrow

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BLOG POST NO. 21 - BREAKING MY SILENCE (BATMAN AND BRUCE WAYNE)

I have kept you all in suspense for long enough (I totally didn’t just completely forget to talk about this), and I have decided to finally break my silence on what I think Bruce Wayne and Batman’s relationship is.

I’ve already mentioned it in a blog I made in the past, but allow me to say it once again: I think that Bruce Wayne and Batman are DIVORCED (or just ex boyfriends, idk, but saying they’re divorced sounds more dramatic imo)

FOR YOU SEE— we who live in Gotham all know that Bruce Wayne and Batman have never, EVER, been seen in the same room together. Since the beginning of Batman’s existence, they have never been officially photographed being within even 6 feet of each other, which is honestly hella sus, right? Because when you think about it, how come Batman, Gotham’s Dark Knight, and Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s Prince, never publicly interacted with one another? Huh?

To make things even stranger, whenever something happens to Bruce Wayne (kidnapping, random hostage situation, the occasional bad guy busting a party he’s in and threatening to shoot the place— you know, the usual), it’s never Batman who comes to save him. It’s always one of the other Gotham vigilantes (or Blüdhaven vigilante, if you’re Nightwing—) or one of the Justice League members (but only when it’s something really big and major, because apparently Batman is a control freak who doesn’t allow heroes from the outside to interfere unless given permission).

You know what I think about that? I think it means that Batman and Bruce Wayne don’t have the best relationship after their divorce (or break-up). I think that Batman holds a grudge against Bruce Wayne or something and therefore refuses to personally save him— ever. But he also knows he can’t just let the dude fend for himself in dangerous situations so he either sends out someone from his team or someone from the JL if things are really serious.

It’s either that or it’s Bruce Wayne himself who told him something along the lines of “I never wanna see your face again” and Batman took that very seriously. LE GASP— WHAT IF THAT’S THE REASON WHY BATMAN WEARS A MASK IGHDFGB

No, hey— listen to me for a sec. I know that keeping your identity a secret from the public is a whole thing for the Justice League, but Batman has existed even before the JL formed. And I know that it very much could just be because he wanted to keep his identity a secret (I would know, since I also don’t go by my real name here)— but what if a factor that contributed to this whole “keep the cowl on at all costs” is because Bruce Wayne said he never wanted to see Batman again?

Because like— Batman is a public figure, right? His actual identity might not be, but his hero persona certainly is. And he seems like the type of person who plans 20 steps ahead of everything, so what if he decided to never take off his cowl under any circumstances to 1, ensure that his civilian life stays peaceful, and 2, to make sure that Bruce Wayne really does never see his face again. After all, if Batman took off his mask at any point, then Bruce Wayne would have to live with seeing his face on literally every tabloid.

Am I going insane? Yeah, I think I am.

OH AND ONE MORE THING BECAUSE I PASS OUT FROM LACK OF SLEEP— THE CHILDREN

Now, the immediate thought a lot of people would have at this point is “Oh, the kids? They must be considered kids of divorce now, and they’re under either Batman’s or Bruce Wayne’s custody (because we all know that a lot of the Gotham vigilantes are Batman’s kids)” but OHOOHOH THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING WRONG Wanna know why? BECAUSE THE KIDS COME AFTER THE DIVORCE

Yeah, that’s right— Batfurry and Bruciebear divorced BEFORE either of them started taking in kids left right and fucking center. Wanna know how I came to this conclusion? BECAUSE THESE TWO FUCKS SEEM TO HAVE HATED EACH OTHER SINCE THE VERY FUCKING BEGINNING WIUHFDJBVC

Batman never came to save Bruce Wayne or have any form of interaction with him past some individual comments FROM THE BEGINNING, AKA B.C. (BEFORE CHILDREN)

So, now you might be wondering “So, Crow, you insane fucking bastard, what’s your verdict on this?” I think Batman and Bruce Wayne are having a competition on who could adopt the most kids.

Yeah, that’s right— I fucking said it. I think they’re trying to see who can fill up their respective family registry the fastest. 

And sure, it might be a bit sus considering the fact that the only family in Gotham that we know of that has so many kids is the Wayne family— but maybe Batman, whoever his civilian identity is, is just that good at lying low? Also, maybe their situation is more of a “technically family but don’t live under the same roof” kind of situation. But also also, with the amount of people who live in Gotham, who tf even knows how many families have more than 5 kids— no one keeps track of this bs. The only reason why we know about the Waynes is literally because they’re the Waynes.

But I digress— yes, I think that they might be having a competition on who could create the biggest found family while still being at least mildly functional (though maybe the mildly functional part is just optional at this point).

In which case, Bruce Wayne is definitely winning because I’m pretty sure he recently adopted another kid (it’s not public yet but there are rumors that papers have been finalized) and is in the process of preparing the papers needed for another two kids (again, alleged, but I wouldn’t be surprised).

Maybe I should ask Tim about this.

But that’s a thought for another day because I haven’t slept in 36 hours and I think my body is slowly starting to shut down despite the 2 cans of Monster I drank an hour before.

Fuck it let’s make it 3

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BLOG POST NO. 20 - DO BIRDS LIKE TAKING PICTURES? THIS RED ONE SURE DOES

Did anyone else know that Red Robin likes photography?

Okay, so story time: I met Red Robin for the first time ever last night and it was during my walk home from my shift at the library. I know, I know, this was the same scenario as when I got mugged that one time and dragged Red Hood into my apartment, but I swear that this time is different. Why? Because I didn’t get mugged— HA, take that world!

Anywho, as I said, I was walking home from my shift (Mr. Gordon couldn’t drive me home again— something about needing to finalize a case file or something idk, I wasn’t really listening) and would you believe it, I saw Red Robin! He was just sitting on the fire escape of a random abandoned building somewhere in the Diamond District. At first I thought he was sneakily staking out someone or something like that but then I saw him pull up a fucking camera and snap photos of the busy streets. I don’t think many people noticed him— then again, said fire escape was in a dark alley (because of course it was)— but he certainly noticed me.

Seeing the fact that I had already been caught staring, I decided to do the normal (read: not) human thing to do and just walked up to him.

Well, into the alley and stared up at him from below because he was high up on the fire escape but you get the fucking point—

So one thing led to another and I ended up getting my ass hauled up to the fire escape so we could sit next to each other and talk.

That’s when I found out that this dude likes photography, and that since it was a slow night in Gotham (a miracle, really), he decided to take a small break and snap a couple of photos to add to his collection. Apparently he had a whole bunch in his room— which is funny because in that moment it suddenly just hit me that the vigilantes of Gotham are just, well, human (presumably, anyway. People still disagree about Batman).

I think that because of how often they go around and fight crime, you just kinda forget that they’re just normal people too. Well, about as normal as a person can be when they decide to put on spandex and fight criminals in the middle of the night— or day, if you’re Signal.

Red Robin showed me some of the photos he took that night, as well as a couple that he just had saved that he never bothered to delete from his camera, and honestly the guy’s really good at this hobby of his. There were a lot of photos of Gotham (obviously), but there were other pictures too. There were photos of the other Gotham vigilantes, a couple of various Young Justice members, and some of places other than Gotham. Like Titan Tower and the Hall of Justice. Just the outside of it though— because I’d imagine that the inside is kinda confidential. It makes sense if it is, anyway.

I even got the chance to snap a few photos of my own. I took a photo of my hand doing a peace sign (classic Filipino) and a Korean heart, and then snapped a few of the buildings and the sky. He told me about the different camera functions I could play around with (because I have no idea how digital cameras work at all). It was a lot of fun, and a welcome change of pace from everything.

Then I guess he got notified about a crime he needed to go prevent because he eventually took back the camera and then walked me to the bus stop (it was just a few steps away from the alley tbh) before leaving to wherever he was called to.

Maybe I should take up photography too, sometime.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 19 - IDIOTS-IN-GOTHAM INTRODUCTION

I have come to the realization that I, like the great and wonderful friend that I am, forgot to introduce my friend group despite the fact that I’ve mentioned them on this blog on more than one occasion.

So, looks like introductions are in order :D 

I made them play rock paper scissors on who would go first—

Thus, introducing the winner of said rock paper scissors game: @tagaminalan! Who I just refer to as Lan because that’s easier— He goes by he/him pronouns. He’s 19 years old (ha, old person) and is an HRM student. Oh, and also a part-time barista at the university’s local coffee shop. If you’ve been there then chances are that you’ve met him. Other relevant information is uhh he’s Filipino as well so there’s that.

Next we have the loser of the rock paper scissors: @RayneOrShine! Or just Ray, as I like to call them. Pronouns are he/they. He’s 19 years old but is older than me by like 9 days, so I can still point and laugh at them. He’s a Psychology Major— and yes, we have joked about him becoming an evil villain at some point (as you do) (how’s that “how to not be a villain” class going). Other information that might be interesting is that they’re half Filipino.

We mostly bonded because, you know, Pinoy and all that jazz— but also because we all happened to be in the same store that was getting robbed by a wannabe villain. Said wannabe villain then proceeded to get his ass whooped by Spoiler and Orphan. Other people might call it group (who needs) therapy, but we just call it trauma bonding.

If this post was made in the beginning then I’d say “that’s all” but it’s been a while and as we all know, I have two other friends that I feel obligated to add onto here or else they might have my head if they find out somehow.

Anyone who’s read the other blog posts knows this already, but I am also friends with Tim Drake-Wayne and Duke Thomas-Wayne, so that’s neat. Me and Tim bond over our mutual love for caffeine (others say it’s unhealthy but to that we say “fuck you”). Meanwhile, me and Duke met thanks to a group project and we kinda have a “yapper-listener” kind of dynamic. For some reason he tolerates my rants about random bullshit (he’s a real one for that).

If we’re counting friends from outside of school, then that would be Barbara Gordon and that one neighbor of mine who I don’t know the name of but we keep having conversations because we live downstairs and one of our windows happens to align and are in perfect talking distance.

I would also add the Red Hood as a special mention here, but he ate the last of my biko so he’s on the naughty list until he gets me that coconut milk he promised.

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BLOG POST NO. 18 - IF THAT WERE ME I’D BE DEAD

I just found out through a uh reliable source that Bruce Wayne dropped out of medical school after only a year of being in it and honestly? What an icon. If that were me I would probably be dead in a ditch somewhere. No, not because I’d get murdered by my parents, but because I’d die under the guilt of being the “family disappointment”.

Sometimes your worst enemy is your own self-deprecation.

God I need a coffee.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 17 - WTF DO I NAME THIS (2)

Please tell me that Batman’s sidekicks have hidden his supersuit at some point and then trigger the dialogue from The Incredibles. Just imagine Batman going “WHERE’S MY SUPERSUIT” when he realizes it’s not in his special “I’m Totally Not a Furry” closet.

… I should ask Red Hood about this the next time he stops by.

Yes, he still comes over at random times throughout the week. No, he won’t leave. He keeps raiding my snack cabinet and I’ve resorted to hiding my favorite snacks in my room.

This man is a menace.

But he gives me random trivia about the Bats and the Birds so I guess it’s a win.

… I should post about those at some point. But then I also run the risk of being found out.

Ah well, it’s not like that many people notice my blogs anyway, what’s the worst that could happen?

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 16 - ADOPTION? MORE SOUGHT OUT THAN YOU THINK

I know that there are some teens and kids that joke about plotting to get adopted by Bruce Wayne since the dude apparently has a hoarding problem when it comes to adoption papers and kids (and also he’s rich af). But I’m too old for that, so obviously the best option is for me to marry into the family.

Then reality hits me and I slap myself in the face because wtf intrusive thoughts, stop making me want to marry into money, I’m strong and independent. And also, it’s a weird thought to have considering the fact that I’m pretty sure the only Wayne who isn’t under any dating rumors or outright publicly dating anyone is Duke, and that’s weird because he’s my friend and I don’t wanna seem like I’m just using him because of his status or some bullshit like that.

Plus, Jason Todd-Wayne is more of my type but we’ve been over this so I digress.

It is honestly concerning when you think about the amount of kids or teens that would readily throw themselves at the feet of the city’s billionaire and beg to be adopted just because said billionaire is known for having adopted a lot of kids. What makes it sadder is the fact that I know that some of these people are only genuinely considering it because they wanna have a better life, one way or another. And also because the Wayne family is considerably nicer compared to other rich families in Gotham.

I guess it’s one of the more depressing things about Gotham? Just hearing a lot of young kids talk about how they’d like to be adopted by someone rich because their life is pretty shitty.

Then there’s the other side of the coin, which is parents from lower class families who also think of ways to get their child adopted by rich people because they want a better life for their child.

It’s a bleak thought but I’ve lived here long enough to know that it’s the reality for some people.

In a lot of ways, the upper class is just under way better living conditions compared to ordinary folk who have no choice but to fight for their lives on the streets.

Thinking about this kinda stuff makes you glad about all the charities and funding that Bruce Wayne does for the community. He may not be able to adopt every single child in Gotham, or help every single person in need directly, but he’s at least doing his best to help those that he can. Which, to be fair, is still a fuck ton of people. Like me.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 15 - WTF HAPPENED TO MY LIFE

I have recently come to the realization that my life, somehow, has become more interesting since making this blog. I mean seriously, barely anything happened during my first year here in Gotham and then I made this blog and suddenly a bunch of stuff happened. Red Hood crashes in my apartment every other day now at random intervals (I know for a fact he just comes over to steal my food— fucking crime lord), my friend casually reveals they’re friends with a Wayne (Tim is great, especially if you like coffee), my other friend is revealed to by related to someone who I cannot disclose actually now that I think about it (damn), I become friends with another Wayne on my own (Duke is a wonderful friend btw), and now I apparently might be in danger of getting kidnapped by that Black Mask person (people? Idk anymore)

Idk about the last bit, but Red Hood came over last night and mentioned that there was a suspicious amount of activity around the general area of where I live and he told me to try and get home earlier than usual so I wouldn’t be out too long after dark (before he proceeded to raid my snack cabinet— again)

So yeah, that’s fun I guess.

God I’m so tired.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 14 - MY FRIEND IS A RAY OF SUNSHINE

Duke Thomas is an absolute joy to be around and if anyone says otherwise then I will hunt you down to the ends of the Earth and then hammer you into the side of a cliff so that you can do nothing but cry for whatever deity you believe in as the nails slowly unlodge themselves from rock surface, inching you closer and closer to the merciless rocky ocean below.

Anyway, the dude came to the group meeting with muffins, macarons, and cookies that he apparently asked his butler (Alfred Pennyworth, sir, I want to exchange recipes with you if we ever meet) to bake because apparently he felt bad about missing out on the first two meetings. Which is pretty fair since the group was also getting worried that we might get ghosted since he didn’t really give us much notice on whether or not he’d miss those meetings— but you know, it’s cool. He’s a Wayne, so I imagine there must be some valid reason for not having been able to attend that he can’t say because it's a top secret rich family business.

I mean, the dude did also miss out on an entire week of lectures apparently so it must've been something serious.

He did also come in with a slight limp so that’s kinda concerning? I don’t think he normally limps so maybe he’s injured and he’s trying not to make it obvious? I don’t think any of our other groupmates noticed, so maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me, idk.

If he is injured, then is that the reason why he missed a whole week? How would he have gotten injured in the first place? Don’t tell me it’s something cliche like “oh, I fell down the stairs and seriously sprained my ankle” or something like that.

Then again, the Wayne Manor is pretty big so I wouldn’t be that surprised.

But I digress, the snacks were fucking immaculate and honestly I wish I could have more.

Maybe I should also bake something once I get home.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 13 - WTF DO I NAME THIS

A friend of mine mentioned that I should make a whole list of the Gotham Rogues and “critique” then (read: ramble random bullshit about them) like I did with the Waynes, and honestly I thought about it but unless I’m suddenly given some kind of weird immunity and a guarantee that I won’t die, I’m gonna have to pass on that. I’d rather not mention any of the villains and end up with one of them knocking on my door because they didn’t like the way I talked about their hair (or lack thereof).

I’m not betting on my safety just because I decided to be anonymous online— I know some of these mf have their own hackers. I may be a computer engineering student but I can’t combat a cyber criminal. Who am I, Cyborg?

Maybe at some point I can make a post on the technically former villains turned anti-heroes, kinda? I’m not really sure what classification the Gotham Sirens are under right now, but I know that they aren’t really that evil anymore? Also, would Red Hood count for this whole “former bad guy turned semi-good guy”? I guess he would, considering the fact that he apparently was a crime lord at some point (but that was before I moved in here so idfk).

So yeah, if I’m ever going to ramble (read: shittalk) any villains, I need to guarantee that they won’t murder me in my sleep first.

On another note, someone please tell me how I can— like— call the Red Hood or something. He promised me that he’d stop by and grab some flour from the store but it’s getting late and I need to know if he’s still bringing that or not. Does he have a weird light signal thing like Batman does or something? Or do all Gotham vigilantes just gravitate towards the Batman signal—

Am I gonna have to scale the police department building just to ask about the bag of flour promised to me?

Smh I should have asked for his number or something.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 12 - WTF IS A BATMAN

If there is one thing that I have learned about the people of this city, it is the fact that literally everyone here loves to gossip. Like seriously, you see it everywhere, from people of all ages, young or old. I’m not complaining about it by any means (I’m Filipino, being a marites is kinda in my blood) but it’s just a little bit jarring to be on the bus, just peacefully minding my own business, then suddenly overhear someone gossiping in the seats behind me.

Which is exactly what happened to me today on my ride to school.

The apparent topic of the day? The identity of the ever mysterious Batman.

I know, I know, the topic has been talked about so much that if you compiled all the conspiracy theories regarding this and printed it out, the amount of paper you’d fill up might just be enough to reach the halfway point between the Earth and the Moon.

But regardless of how overdone this topic is, it’s still a pretty interesting thing to talk about. After all, absolutely no one knows who Batman is, or if he’s even a man in the first place. For all we know, the “man” in his name might be a red herring and he’s actually some eldritch alien sent from beyond the Milky Way to lull the world into a false sense of security so he can open a portal into the Dark Dimension and take over the entire world as an evil overlord.

Too much? Yeah, I think so too— but hey, what else am I supposed to do during my Differential Equations class, actually listen to the lecture? Pssh, nahhh— my attention span is way too short to sit through an entire 3 hours of just constantly being bombarded by numbers (I am so fucked).

Anyway, back to the topic at hand— Batman’s identity.

I’ve seen so many theories floating around about this, but only two in particular are that memorable for me personally. Well, three if you count the last one (we’ll get to that).

The first theory was that it might be this dude named Harvey Dent (had to look him up— and man, all I can say is that I’m sorry), but uh certain events have completely debunked that. If you live in Gotham then you know exactly what I’m talking about, and if you don’t then uh go do a quick internet search, I’m too lazy to spoon feed you all the information you need (you gotta learn how to do your own research somehow).

Then there’s the whole “Batman is Bruce Wayne” thing which is like, okay, I know where they’re going with this but at the same time I’m kinda ehh on it, you know? For one, Bruce Wayne looks too much like a personified teddy bear (I have said this once and I’ve said it again) to be the civilian identity of the literal definition of darkness and “it’s not a phase” but bat furry coded. I just don’t think the dude that flirts with women and men (istg the amount of times the tabloids just conveniently skip past this— I know for a fact I’m not the only one who’s seen that photo of this dude grab the waist of that male reporter from the Daily Planet— I see them) every chance he gets is the same guy who puts on a bat costume (am I allowed to make another furry joke?) to beat up bad guys in the middle of the night.

So what I’m trying to get at here is that I see the point being made, and I acknowledge it, but I just feel like we need more concrete evidence, you know?

I hope to fuck that I did not just summon an entire mob to come after me for that last bit.

Anyhow, onto my final theory, which is the fact that Batman might just be a cryptid born from the shadows of Gotham herself. This connects to the whole “Gotham is alive” conspiracy that started circulating around a few years ago. I don’t know how popularized it is, but it ended up reaching me when I was browsing through some forums a couple weeks back and honestly, even if it’s not true, it makes for an interesting thought. Because hey, what if cities are alive? That’d be interesting (and is also mildly terrifying).

The basic idea of this theory is the fact that Batman, thanks to being a cryptid and all that, isn’t actually human and therefore doesn’t have a human identity. He’s just Batman. As for why Gotham made him in the form of a human, not many people really answer this question (or more like no one really bothers to ask), but here’s my thoughts: I think Gotham made Batman into a humanoid because we as humans are often more inclined to be comfortable with something if it’s in the form of something familiar to us (hence, human). Like, imagine if Batman wasn’t human and was something like a massive blur of shadow and tendrils— wouldn’t that freak you the fuck out? Regardless of whether or not it saved you, you’ll still feel fucking terrified of it. But if it’s someone that just looks like a dude in a costume, then doesn’t that make you a little less scared? (I say “a little less” because let’s be real, human or not, Batman excels in being terrifying)

Well, that’s all under the assumption that the whole “Batman is a Cryptid” and “Gotham is Alive” are true.

Or that Batman even exists.

I’m pretty sure he does but there’s a lot of people that are saying otherwise, so I feel like I should at least acknowledge the fact that some people think he’s not real? Like, I even have classmates who say that Batman is just a tale told to kids so they don’t misbehave and stay out for too long— which, okay, that’s fair. I’ve heard my fair share of scary stories and beings throughout my childhood as well to be honest— also from adults who thought it’d be a great way to keep me obedient (mostly my titos and titas, my ma and pa never really liked scaring me or my brother)

Buut, I’m going to have to disagree with those points because I’ve heard Red Hood talk to his little earpiece thing (yes, Red Hood, I know you have one, because literally every vigilante/hero in a team should— no, I do not care if you say you’re a crime lord, you saved me from a mugger, get over it). And you know who he called out to one time? Batman.

And okay, to be fair, Red Hood could’ve just said the name to keep convincing people that Batman is real when he’s not, but honestly I don’t think Mr. Bleeding Bat Symbol over here would be that dedicated in making Gotham believe in something that isn’t real.

But I digress.

Do I actually care about Batman's real identity? Absolutely not. As long as the dude doesn’t bother me then I have nothing against his questionable life choices (I mean come on, what kind of life choices lead you to dressing up like a crime fighting bat?).

And also he keeps Gotham marginally safer, I guess, so that’s a win in my book.

As for the whole “What’s Batman’s relationship with Bruce Wayne?”— I've also given it some thought.

And honestly a part of me thinks they might be exes… or divorced.

But that’s a ramble for another time— I need to study for my next class.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 11 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS BITCH (I AM THAT BITCH)

GUESS WHO’S A YEAR INTO ADULTHOOD BITCHES

WOO YEAH CONFETTI CYMBALS TAMBORINES FUCKING ORCHESTRA ENCORE

So yeah I turned 19 and honestly it was the most uneventful bullshit I have ever been a part of— but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So here’s the deal: Lan and Ray both set up a mini birthday party for me (thanks dorks :DDD) after all our classes were done. Ray decided to use his privilege (fucking finally) and booked an entire restaurant for us (Did I mention my friend was rich? Because he is. I hate him /j). He mostly did it because he knows I’m a horrid at anything social related so being in a restaurant full of people would have been nerve wracking— we could have just celebrated it in my apartment, but Lan said something along the lines of “the walls will eat you at this point— you need to touch some fucking grass” so I had no say in the matter.

We also invited Duke and Tim so yay more friends :DDD I went from having zero social life to having a small friend group. We hang out a lot outside of school now, so it's been great :DD

The dorks also gave me gifts which— you know, is nice and all I guess (no I didn’t cry, totally not).

Lan gave me a book I’ve had on my wishlist since forever and honestly thank fuck— I’ll take any free book I can get at this point (my entire collection at home + the one I have in my apartment here are worth a small fortune at this point—). Ray got me a wild assortment of keychains and pins because they know I’ve been meaning to collect more so that’s nice. Honestly I can probably cover a whole bag with the amount they decided to buy me—

Tim and Duke are fucking insane though. You wanna know what these mfs got me? A fucking nintendo switch. Why, you might ask? Because they heard me mention wanting one in passing. Like seriously, I know these two are rich but like holy shit wtf man. I mean thank you obviously but at the same time what the fuck.

Technically they split the gift between them, but Tim was specifically the one who bought the switch, and Duke bought me the games to play on it (Legend of Zelda and Animal Crossing?? Hello???)

(I love my friends— sob)

Overall, pretty great birthday :))) 

I just kinda wish I could come home and visit family

We were on a video call all night after Hood left, but it just doesn’t feel the same way, you know?

Thankfully, I almost have enough money saved for a trip back home. I’ll just have to wait for December to come.

I miss them.

But anyway, happy birthday to me :D

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 10 - RED HOOD LEFT AND NOW I’M STRANDED IDK

So Red Hood left first thing in the morning. He was nice enough to clean up after himself and also take out the trash (I was confused at first then I realized it might be because of the bloody cotton balls) before he left. He also left me a little note saying thank you for letting him crash, and that he enjoyed the food I had in the fridge (that was the last of my buko pandan—).

… Is this just a normal occurrence for other Gotham citizens? To just have vigilantes crash at your place? Which, okay, I know that I did technically drag Red Hood inside myself, but in my defense he’s a brick wall and could have easily gotten out of my grip if he really wanted to.

Honestly, I think the dude was just too tired to give a fuck. If that’s the case, then that’s a fucking mood.

Anyway, I was on my commute to the University as I write this. Unfortunately, the bus I was riding got its tires exploded and I am now stuck waiting for another bus to come.

Whoopdeefucking doo.

If I knew this would happen I would’ve just sent the professors an email and stayed in for the whole day.

Fuuuckkk

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 9 - RED HOOD IN MY APARTMENT, HOPE THIS DOESN’T KEEP HAPPENING

Are the Gotham vigilantes okay? Specifically Red Hood? And I don’t mean that in a physical way (although I do wonder how most of them are still alive despite the concerning amount of bodily harm they apparently go through) but in more of a mental way—

I know that the obvious answer is no (wearing spandex and hidden body armor and going around jumping on rooftops to fight villains isn’t exactly something a sane person would do, and plus there’s not a single actual sane person in Gotham anyway) but I still gotta ask.

Now, I live— like— basically in Crime Alley, right? Not really smack-dab in the middle of it (thank fuck) but on the outskirts (do I count that was a win?). So basically, I am still within what people say is Red Hood’s territory (which, you know— thank fuck again). Essentially, what this means is that I get to encounter the vigilantes every once in a while. Not like a whole lot (I don’t see them everyday— or, well, everynight I guess?) but definitely more times than I have ever encountered a hero back when I lived in the Pearl of the Orient Seas (Philippines. I’m talking about the Philippines—).

So, story time: I was walking home, as you do, after my shift at the Gotham City Public Library (for context to those reading this without it, I work there in my spare time). Mr. Gordon (he keeps telling me to call him Jim but my Filipino ancestors would incinerate me so no) was busy with a case so he couldn’t drive me home this time— which, you know, not to worry, it isn’t the first time this has happened anyway, so it’s cool.

So there I am, just going “lalala” to my humble abode. I had managed to get all the way to my block with no incidents. So the walk was going great.

Well, up until I was about 3 buildings away from my apartment and I suddenly got dragged into a dark alleyway by some nutjob wearing a ski mask. Honestly I thought that kind of get-up only appeared in movies or TV shows, but I digress. The dude pulled a gun on me and threatened to shoot if I didn’t give him all my money. So basically your average mugging experience, right?

So I did what any normal human being (read: insane) would do and gave him my wallet. I mean what else was I supposed to do, just beg for my life and cry? I’m way too self-deprecating for that shit, and also I stopped giving a fuck by the third time something like this happened.

Plus, if a mugger or deranged serial killer or one of the fucked up villains of Gotham don’t kill me first, then my degree will finish the job :) (I think I need therapy. But do I really? Nahh)

Any-fucking-way, unfortunately for ski-mask-mcgee over here, he decided to mug one of the types of people that he shouldn’t mug: a broke college student. Like bro, there’s literally nothing in my wallet other than a measly $3 and a lollipop. What the fuck did you expect?

So he takes my $3 (rude) then fucking points the gun at me again and threatens to shoot (that threat’s getting old) if I don’t hand him everything I have. And I’m like— dude wtf? That’s literally everything I have, right there in your hand?? What do I look like, the fucking city bank?

I was starting to get annoyed (and cold because god it was freezing) when suddenly, a shadow just swoops down and lands next to us. Dude in the ski mask panicked and shot at the general direction of whatever the fuck decided to drop by (literally) but then quickly got incapacitated after getting punched in the face by said shadow person.

Then they stepped into the light to zip tie the mugger’s hands together (because handcuffs are so last season) and lo and behold, can you guess who it is? That’s right, it’s the Red Hood! Claps and cheers all around (I was so dead tired that I just deadpanned when I saw who it was).

He asked me if I was alright, yada yada, you know, basic “I just saved you, I hope you’re okay” 101, with a dash of barely managed anger issues. You know, for flavor.

I was about to just turn around and speedwalk to my apartment (because fuck I really wanted a nap) when suddenly I notice something that was marginally concerning.

This guy (Red Hood) was bleeding.

And it was not one of those little trickles— this man had a bullet wound in his abdomen that looked like it was a mini rendition of the fucking Niagra Falls.

So obviously I’m concerned (or I hope I at least looked concerned— I was too tired to know what facial expression to actually make) and I asked him, like, “hey dude, you good?” And this idiot just looks at me, follows my gaze towards his abdomen (how did he not fucking notice) and just shrugged— fucking shrugged— and said, “ ‘Tis but a flesh wound”.

Whether or not I laughed is none of your business.

While I appreciate the Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference (great movie by the way, 100/10), it was definitely not a flesh wound.

So I did what any sane, normal, totally not crazy human being would do and dragged this personification of a wall of muscle towards my apartment. (After calling the police to take the very much knocked out mugger laying on the ground, of course)

I don’t even know how the hell I managed to drag this guy into my apartment because, for 1, he could literally bench press me, and 2, he could snap me in half like a twig, and 3, I am about as muscular as a sea sponge. Meaning to say, I am not muscular or strong whatsoever.

I’m pretty sure Red Hood just let me drag him into his apartment because it looked like I would cry otherwise (and I would have).

Anyway, so that’s the story of how I got the Red Hood into my home, I guess—

It uh, took me about 5 seconds after sitting him down on the couch and grabbing my first aid kit before I realized that I’m a fucking idiot because I don’t have any medical training, and I obviously don’t know how to fucking remove a bullet.

Is this why my mother said that I should take Nursing instead? Well fuck.

I think Red Hood also realized that I am a fucking dumbass because he just stared at me staring at him and fucking laughed.

He laughed.

Fuck I wanna bury myself in a hole and die—

Thankfully though (and also concerningly) Red Hood knows how to remove bullets from himself (wtf dude) and I just helped him disinfect and bandage up his wound (with him instructing me, because again, I am a dumbass).

So that’s the story of how I ended up with the Red Hood on my sofa.

Fucking great. Wonderful. Apparently he decided to take the rest of the night off and just crashed there instead (I definitely did not bribe him to stay by giving him some of my snacks from home— nope, no sir-ie, I have no idea what you’re talking about).

I’m writing this from the comfort of my bedroom while he just sleeps on the sofa outside, in the living room.

Holy fuck I have the Red Hood in my house.

He ate the snacks I gave him and fell asleep while listening to Legally Blonde play on the TV.

What the ever loving fuck is happening in my life.

… I need to go to bed.

Good fucking night.

[crow-in-gotham]

BLOG POST NO. 8 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THAT BITCH NAMED RAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THAT BITCH NAMED RAY (@RayneOrShine)

It just felt like I should mention that it’s his birthday today because he’s the first friend I made in Gotham (technically) and he’s done a lot to help me out (especially with settling in, because everything in Gotham is a whole shock in itself).

Fortunately I managed to save up money specifically for his birthday and I managed to buy him a smiski figure. He ended up getting the twins, and I’m glad he likes it :DDD (if he didn’t I would have cried)

This is just a small appreciation post for Ray tbh. I don’t think much really needs to be said since this is an online post and I already spent the whole day having an introvert party (which essentially consists of our entire (small) friend group just hanging out at Ray’s fancy house and playing Mario Kart and me introducing them to the glory that is BG3)

Anygay, happy birthday you lovable fuck :)