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BatChums Episode 34 – Batman Makes the Scenes

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BatChums Episode 34 – Batman Makes the Scenes

Batman ’66 S1 Ep34 – Batman Makes the Scenes

With a brainwashed Alfred supplying the information he needs, the Penguin executes his plan against the wealthy social dinner.

Episode aired Thursday May 5, 1966

Director: Tom Gries

Writer: Sheldon Stark

Cast:

Adam West – Batman / Bruce Wayne

Burt Ward – Robin / Dick Grayson

Alan Napier – Alfred

Neil Hamilton – Commissioner Gordon

Stafford Repp – Chief O���Hara

Madge Blake – Mrs. Cooper

Burgess Meredith – The Penguin

Julie Gregg – Finella

Bill Williams – Multimillionaire

Victor Lundin – Octopus

Dal Jenkins – Shark

Lisa Mitchell – Miss Natural Resources

Charles La Torre – Manager

Links:

Mike’s Shout Out:

The Fortress of Baileytude

Drew’s Shout Out:

The Rookie

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Dirty heart

Warning ⚠️; slight smut, fluff, mention of drinking blood. 🔞

Pairing; Batman/Vampire!Male!Reader

Summary; The Justice League hit a stalemate during a mission, but thankfully, Batman knows the perfect person to help them. The only problem is that you are absolutely shameless with him.

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Gotham was a nightmarish city. Rotten to its core and filled with corrupted souls, Gotham was the perfect playground for a creature of the night like you. You could feast as much as you wanted, no one ever questioned the trail of bodies you left behind you. Well, that was until you met Gotham’s well-known vigilante; Batman.

You remembered the first time you two met. It was a rainy and cold night and there weren't many pedestrians out. You were hunting, hoping for a quick meal when Batman jumped behind you. The battle was short-lived as you were faster and stronger than a mere mortal. But you didn't kill him, you didn't even drink his blood. You were too curious and wanted to know who was hidding under the mask, so you let him go.

Only to be able to hunt him down.

And what a beautiful mistake.

Because this time Batman was ready for you. You never expected to be outsmarted and bested by a man dressing as a bat, and yet you found yourself stuck in a cage facing the city’s multimillionaire Bruce Wayne. Thankfully for you, the man had no idea how to properly kill a vampire. You managed to pass a deal with Bruce Wayne; you could live in Gotham and feed, but only on the worst kind of criminals.

You obviously agreed and with the days and weeks passing, you slowly came to cohabit perfectly with fine with Batman. From time to time, you would join him in his nightly adventures, watching over him like an evil angel. You even saved his and Robin’s asses a few times, slowly winning over the kid.

Even Bruce got softer around you.

It was a slow process, but Bruce and you became closer. As an immortal vampire, you had amassed quite a fortune, so you could easily be part of the same gala that Bruce went to. Naturally, the papers jumped on the occasion, questioning the relationship between the two of you and so did you.

Bruce was a womanizer, a playboy, but you weren't better. Some could even call you a manwhore. It was only predictable that you ended up sharing a bed with Bruce, savouring the taste of his skin and drinking his moans. His blood became a favourite of yours and you loved biting him in the groin or leaving trails of small bites all over his body. Your own way of claiming him.

You respected each other lives too and never did you put your nose in his business as Batman, unless he needed your help. So you never once met the Justice League until now.

Bruce’s call took you by surprise, but when he said he needed your help with some important business, you immediately accepted. After all, Bruce wasn't one to ask for help. So you went to his manor and Alfred led you to the batcave.

Down there you came face-to-face with the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash… they were all there staring at you curiously as you made your way to your lover. Sitting in front of his screed, Bruce didn't even look at you as you rested your hands on his shoulders.

- “So, what can I do for you gorgeous?” You asked, leaning down and smirking.

- “I need your help to deal with Lex Luther. Mind helping us get in one of his warehouses?” Bruce said, showing you the place on the screen. “It’s lead so Superman can look inside and it would be too risky for J’onn if there is fire. But you?”

- “Aye, I can turn into smoke and get in without being noticed. Can do that, but what is there for me?” You asked, turning your head to look at Bruce before kissing the side of his clothed neck. “I am getting hungry, been a while since I had a taste of you.”

You had whispered, dropping your voice as low as you could that Bruce would still hear you. You got a chuckle from him as he looked you from the corner of his eyes.

- “Get inside, turn off the security system for us to get in and then I’ll think about it.” Bruce replied, making you scoff.

- “Unfair! I do all the dirty jobs and I don't even know my price?”

- “Let's call it a surprise.”

- “Fine! But just because it's you, precious.”

As you let go of Bruce, allowing him to turn around, you realized that all eyes were on you. Amusement was painted on most faces, but Superman seemed a bit jealous. What a shame, the bat was yours and you didn't share. You smirked before looking back at Bruce.

- “This is Y/N, a close friend of mine. He’s a vampire and will easily get inside Luthor’s warehouse.” Bruce simply said as he got up from his chair.

- “Excuse me, are you telling me mister handsome over here is like Dracula?” The Flash asked, pointing at you with surprise.

- “Yeah, kind of, but harder to kill. I still haven't found a way yet and trust me, I tried a lot of things.” Bruce replied as you simply laughed.

After that, you accompanied them to the warehouse, travelling with Bruce in his Batmobile. Every excuse was good to spend some time with your favourite vigilante after all and Bruce wasn't complaining.

Dealing with the warehouse was a quick business for you and the Justice League got inside in no time. Bruce was the last one to walk in and you got a quick kiss before anyone else could see it as Bruce thanked you. After all you didn't just stop the security system, but also unarmed all the traps you had found. Some could have been deadly for some of the members, but not anymore.

That night you left with Bruce and went back to his mansion. Robin wasn't there and Alfred was already sleeping when you both got inside. You quickly found your way to Bruce’s bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes for Alfred to pick up in the morning.

You took your time savouring your prize, kissing and caressing every scar on Bruce’s body, from the biggest to the smallest. His body was like a piece of art that you worshipped. Soft moans escaped Bruce each time your lips and fingers brushed a sensible spot, making you smile. You loved the sound of his voice when he let all restrain go. You were addicted to the trust he had in you when he abandoned himself in your hands.

And when you both were done and your hunger had been satisfied, you cradled Bruce against you, caressing his face and body as you watched him fall asleep. You would fight your own sleepiness, wanting to stay awake as long as possible, admiring your lover sleeping and making sure no nightmares would plague him. But you would always lose and fall asleep as well, arms and body wrapped around Bruce as if to shield and protect him from the outside world.

[letsplaydcttrpg]

Wheel of Destruction - Equipment Selection

Our chosen champion for this adventure is: NIGHTWING!

Since we're taking over for Batman on this case, we get to choose any THREE pieces of Bat equipment to take along! (Full character sheet below, but tl;dr is we already have: Combat Disk, Gas Mask, Stun Bomb and Wrist Rockets)

Here's our stat block:

Skills: Acrobatics: 10; Charisma: 9; Detective: 7; Gadgetry: 8; Martial Arts: 7; Military Science: 7; Scholar: 7 (History, Literature); Scientist: 7; Thief: 7; Vehicles: 10

Dex: 7 Str: 4 Body: 6

Int: 7 Will: 6 Mind: 7

Infl: 8 Aura: 6 Spirit: 5

Equipment:

Combat Disk [Str: 0 Dex: 0 Body: 8]; HP Cost: 34, Uses: 7, Duration: 10

Gas Mask [Str: 0 Dex: 0 Body: 0]; HP Cost: 4, Uses: 2, Duration: 10, Powers: Systematic Antidote: 8 APs

Stun Bomb [Str: 0 Dex: 0 Body: 0]; HP Cost: 17, Uses: 1, Duration: 1, Powers: Explosive Effect: 3 APs

Wrist Rockets [Str: 5 Dex: 0 Body: 5]; HP Cost: 4, Uses: 1, Duration: 8

Connections: New York Police (high-level), Wayne Foundation (high-level)

Motivation: Seeks Justice

Wealth: Multimillionaire

Job: Multimillionaire

Race: Human

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MCU Rewatch #1: IRON MAN

General Impressions: Yes, good, it holds up, thank god.

I want to write ten thousand words of meta about how this movie redefined the superhero genre of its day. I had to cut this post down SO MUCH, guys, you don't even know.

Not only is it still really entertaining, there is enough in this movie to be really worth picking apart. It's a fascinating entrant into this whole marathon, because as the first movie, it doesn't have anything else in the franchise to fall back on. This was a standalone shot in the dark, an attempt to make a blockbuster out of a superhero nobody had heard of and a washed-up actor who'd last been notable as a random love interest on Ally McBeal. It had to stand on its own merits, no greater universe to buoy it up, and it did.

I am going to have to write a separate post about the things that Iron Man promised us for this franchise, and how the rest of the MCU did or did not deliver. Damnit.

The Hero: Tony Stark is a fascinating guy.

Iron Man does a really good job of embracing him as a flawed disaster of a man who's a victim of his own good fortune: this guy is both the smartest and the richest man in very nearly every room he's ever been in, and it has made him a mess.

His emotional journey is believable and clearly shown. Tony flips his entire life upside down to go from arms dealer to superhero, except the whole movie makes it very clear that literally every step of the way he's being impossibly, inescapably himself with it. The man who doesn't give a shit about his very prestigious award is the same man who doesn't give a shit about his stock prices tanking or weapons dev being the entire foundation of his company. Part of why it works so well for Tony to out himself as Iron Man at the end of the movie is because in every possible way, they're the same guy -- ostentatious, flamboyant, dramatic, incredibly intense about some things and super blase about others, obsessive, superhuman on the skin and very human underneath.

Compared to brooding Christopher Nolan Batman or the pressures and anxieties of Sam Raimi Spiderman, both of whom are constantly preoccupied with questions of Good and Evil, Tony feels like a creature from a completely different genre. It's effective, unique, and well-carried by the movie.

The Villain: Pretty solid!

Obadiah Stane is a well-executed foil to Tony, which is exactly what this movie needs. He's contained and responsible where Tony's wild. He's respectable. And yet, so much of this movie is about complacency. Tony was too busy being a playboy bouncing off the walls to pay attention to who his fortune and his company hurt. Obie paid attention to all of it, and decided he didn't care. The movie ends up saying some interesting things, this way, about carelessness vs. callousness. Tony and Obie working together destroyed a lot of lives, but carelessness can be fixed, if you're smacked in the face with what you've done. Obie looked the man he half-raised in the face and tried to murder him in person when the hands off method failed.

The bit where this sixty-something-year-old multimillionaire businessman decided that what he really needed to do to secure his fortune and future, was personally get in the robotic suit and try to kill Tony himself? That's definitely leaning into genre conventions at the expense of logic. But hey, it's a superhero movie. Sometimes you have to let these things go.

The Ensemble: Thematic and relevant.

There are really only three other characters who matter in the movie: Yinsin, Pepper, and Rhodey. Yinsen is a pretty standard 'older mentor who dies to set the hero off on his journey,' and he fulfills his extremely classic role suitably. Pepper's an intelligent, competent love interest whose emotions towards her boss and friend are believably complex. Both good!

Rhodey is so interesting to me, on this rewatch. He's the one person who's put forth as Tony's actual friend, rather than a coworker, although they both occupy a similar professional space. He tries hard to be a good friend! But Rhodey is a part of the military-industrial complex, and when Tony comes back from the desert and starts to rock the boat -- when he stops playing along, stops wanting to build weapons, stops playing the game -- then Rhodey is there to try and nudge him back. You must have PTSD, Rhodey and Pepper think. You're making strange decisions. We've all been living in and benefiting from this system forever, what's wrong with you that it's suddenly a problem now? It was understated, but well done for what it was.

The Plot: Reasonably sensical!

The plot of Iron Man is easy to follow, maintains good tension throughout, and ties well together beginning to end. I don't have a lot to say about this one that I didn't already cover above, I'm just prepared for a slog through movies where "this plot makes sense" is a sky-high bar, so the fact that Iron Man not only clears that but does so enjoyably and well is pretty great.

The Franchise: It's hard to talk about how Iron Man relates to the movies that came before it when there are none, and talking about how it inspires the movies that come next is a WHOLE separate essay. Skip this one.

VERDICT: A solid 8/10

I know that for the MCU, this is pretty high on the list of movies that manage to be good at all, but I'm entering into this experience with an open mind and a willingness to discover that many of these movies are better than I actually expect. Iron Man is a very good superhero movie. I will probably watch it again someday, and I am not sad I watched it again now.

[manmilkers]

Why is everybody convinced Bruce Wayne has Kardashian-level fame?? He's literally a “Gotham-celeb” that is, Gotham royalty. Like, can any of you name any multimillionaire socialites that live in New Jersey? Can you?? No? How about a more popular place, say- Atlanta? NY?? No! No you cannot! I can't even name them and I lived there most of my life! Green Lantern literally goes- “Who?” when Superman outs Batman's identity. The only way anybody knows Bruce Wayne's name off-rip is if they're a techie nerd impressed with Wayne tech products, a lifelong Gothamite, or somebody running a 501 c charity chasing donations, or a reporter. The only way people outside Gotham would be widely aware of him is infrequent cameos in his peers’ “Keeping up w the Kardashians” style shows rich socialites might have. Literally who is this guy.

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One more ask about the East Blue Asylum AU! I saw you mentioned Germa 66 and that was something I thought about a lot as well! Whole Cake Island is my favorite arc, so please do talk about those Vinsmokes we all love and hate ^u^

Okay, well in my mind the Sora Warrior Of The Sea are fiction. They're like Batman or Superman but ig maybe more of a magical girl version of the power rangers???

I wanna say that WCI has to be one of my fav arcs as well I live it to bits! And that's one of the reasons I honestly don't know how to do it lol

I have a little post in my drafts about Zou but WCI I haven't really made up my mind. The two posts are kinda intertwined so I'll tey to post it right after this answer.

I did try to shower-think it and I came up with a few ideas but idk if I like them enough':)

At some point, Judge had started getting bad press for having a son he abandoned and is now in a mental hospital. He didn't know how the word got out, but it did and he decided that he'd get him out and treat him in some private place but it was very obvious that he didn't want to go and since he was a legal adult, he could decide for himself. (Even if he wanted to leave, the doctors were the only ones who could dismiss him after he signed himself in.)

About his brothers - They look a lot like the heroes from the Germa comics and act just as uptight and heartless as them. Subconsciously, Luffy must have mistaken them for "The Warriors Of The Sea". But in reality they're just brats who used to bully their brother - mean little kids who grew up to be even worse adults. Sanji's sister, however, I imagine has visited before, only this time she wasn't dressed like she was in hiding. The Vinsmoke family (in my head) is a bit like the Rockefellers - everyone knows who they are and it's hard to drop their name in a casual conversation and not get some kind of reaction.

In regards to his past - Sanji still got abused and beaten up by both his father and brothers. But instead of being a failed experiment, he was just a nice little boy who didn't like sports and competing in things, he just liked stereotypically girly things like butterflies flowers, cooking, and pretty things. His father didn't like that, as he believed that all his dons should be manly men who won chess tournaments, so soccer games, basketball matches or martial arts competitions. If they weren't the strongest, smartest, most handsome men in their circle, then they were no sons of his. And Sanji didn't meet that criteria. He didn't care for sports or competing, he just wanted to have fun and to have friends. Don't get me wrong, he was still smart. But wanting to be a cook is not exactly a good look if all of your family is just CEOs and multimillionaire company holders. Or at least in Judge's eyes. So when Sanji ran away at 12 (I'm making him older to make it more realistic), Judge just closed his eyes and reported him missing in the wrong region so he couldn't be found and so the investigation could declare him dead after the appropriate amount of years.

The golden bracelets were real, but they weren't exploding, Judge just used them to yank Sanji when he got mad at him and threaten him. "I'll cut them off till wherever they reach!" he'd say, so Sanji would wish to be skinnier so if they slip off, then maybe he wouldn't cut his hands off? That was his child logic at least. That's how his questionable relationship with food started, but later on he'd just starve himself to feel like he still has control over something in his life. Anything. That or as a punishment to himself, more than often he wouldn't believe he deserved food or he'd think that there are people with bigger needs than him. So he'd lose appetite and maybe feel sick enough to throw up. (Him having bulimia is one of the many reasons why hates himself and thinks he doesn't deserve food, because why eat if he'd just throw it up?(Zoro hates that he thinks that way btw and he tries feeding him every once in a while because he'd notice that Sanji could scarcely say no to him. Plus he likes taking care of him))

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runt // jonathan crane x reader. (10)

Chapter 10

cross-posted on AO3

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Bloodshot eyes tried to stay open at the expense of aching tear ducts. Bruce Wayne had documented his night on his journal before his sleepless memory erased important details. Though he knew he wouldn't forget her, he still wrote down his close encounter with the unfortunate victim of Scarecrow. He felt greatly irresponsible to leave her to her fortune where he did, in his irrational impulsivity forgetting to even make sure she could drive her way out. From his screen stared back at him the same captivating face that he'd seen before, remembering why he was stunned stupid beyond the standard ID procedure. Bruce was hardly the type to be unethical during his rather unorthodox nightly activities, yet he was overwhelmed by guilt. It soon clicked as he scanned through her connections that she was the younger sister of a low category goon that used to work for Carmine Falcone, who had recently died. The same guilt washed over him, she was alone and surrounded by misfortune. Dates coincided with the ambush on Falcone's men at the dock, it was like two plus two for him to deduce the cause of death, which he chose not to bother to check. Guilt.

His record failed to provide any information on where she worked, which only made his prying more difficult to serve his ultimate goal; locating her. The last time she had worked officially was as a janitor in Gotham University four months ago. Although one is innocent until proven otherwise, the Batman often needs to resort to expecting the worst out of everyone, but Bruce Wayne wasn't allowing the mere idea to cross his mind. Guilt kept washing over him followed by a wave of empathy, feeling oddly connected to her. She was just a kid, alone in the world. Her brother had been her caretaker legally for as long as he'd been an adult, and it was all the family she had, or used to. Both Bruce and her were lone runts, losing the people most important to him to matters of fate, yet he felt the familiar feeling from his childhood of having blood on his hands lingered. Batman on the other hand, held the belief that compromising oneself for money had its consequences, and her brother got the worst end of the lottery of unfortunate outcomes. It felt unfair to think she had to pay the consequences of God's gamble on her life. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

Bureaucracy is not exempted to the multimillionaire Bruce Wayne, especially because all the privileges he could potentially favor from were revoked when he moonlighted as the protector of Gotham. He wasn't a fan of making calls and use of his contacts anyway, as Bruce was considerably detached from Wayne Enterprises and all its stakeholders. When Batman had to explain to Gordon why he needed the help of the police influence to contact Gotham University about Y/N, it bothered Bruce to lie to Gordon about her being a suspect on the fresh case they had on Crane. In a way, he had the necessary arguments to back it up, but the innocence of his lie was cleared by the motive of his sin.

Two nights passed since he last saw her before he met with Gordon again to receive the information he needed. The last record of her home pointed to a small condominium in the outskirts of Park Row. Ouch, dark memories for Bruce which he'd rather not approach unless necessary, but everything was too close to home for Bruce to let himself turn the blind eye on the young runt. Besides, he insisted to himself on it having nothing to do with Batman, believing firmly that he responded to his duties.

The place was dreadful, one of the most unapproachable places in all of Gotham, and for a city like it, awarding it the 'most unapproachable' title was a big deal. The Batman prowled looking down at the dismal building where she had her home. The condo was small and cramped, three buildings stuck together with the architectonic style of a working class London flat, only smaller, and hers in the left corner. The three buildings had for pillars convenience stores and under hers a humble Chinese laundry shop. As he approached, it was more Bruce than Batman hoping that he'd find her safe, and clear his conscience.

Y/N hadn't heard of Dr. Crane for the past two days since he'd been in her apartment, and while at some hours of her days she'd feel her disdain for him dissipate, it would occasionally come back to strongly strike in her a desire to drown him in the water she boiled to serve him tea. It was unpredictable, and she knew she needed to pull herself together before her feelings took over her decisions. Engaging with Dr. Crane shouldn't be any different from her job as a waitress in the 44 Below. It all served a greater purpose, she'd tell herself. She simply had to smile and take it easy and repeat the phrase in her head. Her eyes were immerse in the television as she watched from afar, seated on the small kitchen table as she chopped tomatoes for an insipid salad she'd eat with the chicken breasts she had recently grilled, a frugal meal it was. The last time she had delighted her taste buds with good food felt longer than it was, but in reality it had been roughly about four months ago, dates she'd rather not think about unless it was to remember how much she hated Batman.

The kitchen knife in her hands suddenly trembled in her grip, stabbing the cutting board as a noise outside her balcony startled her. The window was open, letting out the nauseating and invasive smell of the chicken on the griddle pan. The silence of expectation, waiting for another sound to invite her curiosity to look outside, was composed of long seconds, and it took no more than a minute before the lack of discretion of whatever lurked in her debatable portion of property practically begged her to look. She placed the knife on an approachable distance as her slow walk, similar to that of a hunter, approached the window with growing terror as the suspense prolonged itself. She sprinted and rested her weight on the wall beside the window, her arms glued to the wall as her neck and head peeped to the side to look outside the open window.

It was easier to expect a unicorn to fly into her apartment than what (or who) did. He was discrete, unlike when he was outside her apartment. Shocking to see someone with the stealth of a feline move, as usually those with such a talent for discretion were not seen, as they would hide under the shadows. The shock was too much for Y/N to bare, she couldn't dare to breathe, paused on a sharp inhale and frozen against her wall with her eyes wide open. Her nostrils flared as she debated on whether to jump and reach for the knife on the edge of her table, or stay where she was, but before she could gather the courage to do anything at all, the vigilante turned as he perceived the presence he suspected, confirming her fear once their eyes met; it was the Batman.

"I'm not here to hurt you." The familiar soft yet raspy voice scratched her eardrums unpleasantly. She hated that voice, clandestine and almost inhuman. Although her body battered on her chest to yell at him to get out, she was petrified. What could she do? It was too much to process, and she was glued to the wall still without a limb moving, shocking he was able to see her in the shadows despite her immense secrecy product of her fear. Seeing she was still immobile, he slowly began to approach trying to not scare her, but then again one can approach slowly trying to calm the opposite party, or approach slowly like a hunter prowls furtively on its prey before pounding. Her senses suspecting the latter, she slowly began to walk as well, semi-crouching as her head tilted trying to discern if it really was him. As she finally reached a safe proximity to the table, her impulses got the best of her, and she got a rapid but clumsy grip of the kitchen knife which she held onto the tightest she could. Her tense muscles and flexed arm pointed the weapon at him, and her agitated breathing hesitated.

He remained still, displaying no signs of being startled at the threat.

"Move and I'll cut you... Real ugly." She threatened, yet her voice lacked conviction. Her tone trembled and sounded insecure, but both knew that fear was bound to impulsivity, and impulsivity was bound to disaster. The vital parts of his body were protected, and she was no fool to omit this. Yet the gesture her fingers did drawing a circle around her chin seemed to indicate the obvious; if she were to feel threatened by any movement on his behalf she'd cut his face. Or that's what she thought, since it took only a second before his unmatched speed caught a grip of her wrist and spun her around, pressing her back against his chest and her own wrist under his control, the knife was close enough to her own face to cause her to gasp. She winced at his manoeuvre, the tightening on the muscle under her scapula caused by the sudden stretching of her arm that moved her entire body still felt sore after being released from the tension. His forearm was significatively stronger than hers, and she couldn't battle against him even if she tried, she felt foolish to have even attempted to point a knife at Batman himself, known to take down men with guns unarmed many times.

"Let go of me!" She squirmed under his grip, which only tightened her body against his cold, shielded chest. Her head against his neck, she could feel the sharp bone of his jawline against the top of her head.

"I needed to make sure you were alright."

"I don't want you checking on me, pervert." Batman needed only the grip on her wrist to move her around like a puppet, as he spun her around again using his other arm to tighten her chest around his, her arm flexed so tightly against itself her forearm ached at the tension. Her hand held the knife still, the bottom of the weapon grazing Batman's hand wrapped around her wrist. The keen edge of the knife had a dangerous proximity to the Bat's cheek, and in his physical power he rested an immense trust in that she wouldn't do anything, she was too afraid to. In a way, the knife was also terrifyingly close to her as well, as her face was close enough to his to feel his hot breath on her nose and mouth. Her derisive response was followed by a long silence which was staled by the sound of the television, and their fast-paced breathing, almost synchronised.

"It's dangerous, you here on your own." His voice finally spoke with its usual severity, it felt like he was scolding her rather than looking out for her. Frankly, she wanted neither from him, she only wanted to cry, feeling overpowered and surrendered to the man she wanted to unmask and force to face public condemnation, although at that very moment she just wanted to choke him to death. Realistically, she only got her way on one of her many irrational desires; and it was to cry. She broke down, impotent, her grip on her knife weakening as the weapon dropped down on the floor. Her whole body softened, and she only remained standing thanks to Batman's hold on her. She weeped like an infant, and she felt like one, a runt.

He hesitated. He hardly ever hesitated, but display of emotion was not his usual pick from the deck of options he had when he chose to react. His hand travelled from her back to her face, his gloved thumb caressing her humid cheek in an attempt to comfort her. She flinched at his touch, a soft caress from the Batman, to her, felt like whiplash. She recoiled and struggled, trying to free herself from his grip.

"I said let go of me you murderer!" Y/N screamed as her head shook uncontrollably, she was displaying an authentic tantrum and was out of control. Having Batman so close and under complete sobriety, unlike their first encounter, didn't get from her the heroic response she expected from her own emotions. She had hoped that if she ever encountered the Batman, she could trick him into surrendering his identity, and that under his own dread he'd beg for her to kill him, and she'd comply. The scene in her apartment was nothing like she pictured, seeing the man she blamed for her brother's death only triggered in her erratic responses and an utter display of surrender to her terror and trauma. Despite her state, he complied to her urges, her body collapsing on the floor as she sobbed on the verge of hyperventilating.

"You're not safe here." He repeated like she was slow, which only irked her further.

"I don't need you telling me to know that. Why do you care?" Her voice trembled, exacerbated. "Why do you care!?"

He didn't answer, he couldn't. She knew, and she knew he knew she knew. She could tell he felt guilt, and wanted to wallow on how his emotions leaked from him, she wanted to hear him say it to give her pride satisfaction, and her ache a partial fulfillment. He had killed her brother, and as if he was trying to torture her, invaded her space. Laid on the ground like she did when the police gave her the news, her tears dropping on the cold wooden floor.

He longed to hold her and comfort her, and in a way, comfort himself. It was Bruce who longed to hold her, he wanted to find solace in feeling understood by her, even if she hated him for it. He felt selfish, guilty. Yet he wanted to hold her in his arms like he hadn't wanted something in so long, hold himself. To see her sobbing as her arms wrapped around her knees, trying to find the contact of something warm in her own body felt like seeing himself, and it anguished him.

He failed to tell she didn't just hate him, he was fuelling her dread even more.

[cuckoobananapeel]

@b4tm4nn

Introduction:

Batman. It’s a word. It's a name. It’s a noun. But most importantly, it's a person and an ideology. Once a calm and humble place, fear and pain has turned Gotham City into a distorted, warped hive for homicidal maniacs and bloodthirsty convicts. This disturbed reality stems from Arkham Asylum, situated on the nearby Arkham Island, Gotham and Arkham connected by a road on a long bridge over the expanse of ocean between.It was meant to house and ‘cure’ its patients, but it only distressed and twisted them further. Even worse was that the patients were discharged in such conditions, though more commonly, they would escape and then be forgotten about and left to fester in Gotham. But that's why there is a Batman. Bruce Wayne. Most Gothamites - the unfortunate, ill-fated citizens of Gotham - will recognise that name. He's a multimillionaire, owning most of Gotham and funding its government and businesses. But what most Gothamites don't know is that he is a victim. For at a young age, he had his parents taken before his unexposed, innocent eyes. His parents had just taken him to the theater, and it being a cold night, they thought it best to take a shortcut. So they strolled down a small alleyway, when, from out of the darkness, a convict pounced, held them at gunpoint and demanded whatever they had. The convict was given over a thousand dollars in dollar bills, but with a mindset like his, it would never be enough. So he shot them. Shot them in front of Bruce. And laughed. Laughed. He laughed. He shot Bruce’s parents in front of his young eyes, laughed, patted him on the back and ran. Bruce hated this, it plagued him, haunted him. But he knew that this and similar things had happened many times before, and would again. So he adopted a persona, one in the likeness of a bat, a mysterious, elusive creature deep-rooted in folklore and used as a base for many supernatural beasts. He would use it to protect, guide and fight for Gotham's security. This persona was called Batman.

@b4tm4nn

[errorthedumbone]

UHHHH his info???

Hm ok! Let me do it like someone is trying to write down information on him 😉

[Tw drugs]

17 year old, male, pale tan, Known to be as Micheal Jr Mitch. His secret identity is Bat-fang, the 5th adopted child of the multimillionaire Bruce Wayne or The Batman, and is the 7th member of the bat family. Micheal has been counted to know around 134 different types of martial arts. That is more then batman himself...He uses a weapon called a scythe that can break apart and turn into sickles. In the time being we don't know why he uses this weapon...or why he kills only a spy organization called the T.A.S.K he doesn't kill anyone else but them. Isn't that interesting?... Micheal Mitch was born into parents named [REDACTED] Mitch and [REDACTED] Mitch, both was drug addicts, from pass records of Mr. Micheal, seems like his parents made him use the drugs too. His parents have died when he was young, around 5-6, when police arrived there it was seen that Micheal wasn't there, so was the small amount of money they had. Michael was missing for 5 years then was adopted into the Wayne family. Some how he knew how to fight, hack, and survive by himself. Yet some how he never became a Robin...he became Nightwing's or Dick Grayson's side kick for in tell he would be 13. His name was Shadowbird, after he retired of being Mr. Grayson's Sidekick he took the name as Batboy. Where that changed when he is 16 and became Bat-fang...we need more research...we will need it to know what happened on march 11th...

Hope that is good enough for you! Left some lore in there lol

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

Longing for Carnations

by Ashleyn27princess Bruce Wayne was a multimillionaire. A spoiled man since birth. One of those you will see throwing bills into the fire for warmth. Below it all, he was Batman; an intelligent man who uses his wealth and contacts to take down criminals, mobsters, killers, and all who dare torment his city. Recently, with the help of the "Justice League". An undercover group who works in his same field, he made an unpleasant discovery, involving his enemies. And their children.   Or Villain Kids AU following Dick Grayson's POV Words: 137, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, M/M, Other Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen, Wally West, Roy Harper, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathan Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Slade Wilson, Ra's al Ghul, Joker (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Talia al Ghul, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson-centric, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt Jason Todd, Tim Drake is Joker Jr., Feral Tim Drake, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Stephanie Brown Appreciation, Stephanie Brown Deserves Better, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, BAMF Cassandra Cain, Mute Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain Needs a Hug via https://ift.tt/uI0BJLY

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Longing for Carnations

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QEuAjwn by Ashleyn27princess Bruce Wayne was a multimillionaire. A spoiled man since birth. One of those you will see throwing bills into the fire for warmth. Below it all, he was Batman; an intelligent man who uses his wealth and contacts to take down criminals, mobsters, killers, and all who dare torment his city. Recently, with the help of the "Justice League". An undercover group who works in his same field, he made an unpleasant discovery, involving his enemies. And their children.   Or Villain Kids AU following Dick Grayson's POV Words: 137, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, M/M, Other Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen, Wally West, Roy Harper, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathan Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Slade Wilson, Ra's al Ghul, Joker (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Talia al Ghul, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Rape/Non-con Elements, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson-centric, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt Jason Todd, Tim Drake is Joker Jr., Feral Tim Drake, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Stephanie Brown Appreciation, Stephanie Brown Deserves Better, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, BAMF Cassandra Cain, Mute Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain Needs a Hug read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QEuAjwn

[newtonsheffield]

Re: Modern Bruises au, surely there still mamas in Kent agog at the London hussy who nabbed Farmer Bridgerton the multimillionaire out from under their noses? Even if she is "working rich" and title-adjacent, there must still be snipping...?

Oh but that’s the most annoying part: Kate is working rich though she’s no need to. And her sister is a Baroness. She’s exactly the kind of woman who thinks it’s fun to go on a few dates with a farmer and the other inhabitants of Aubrey are sure that’s what this is. It’s a blip.

Until Clementine Rutherford sees an entire fleet of moving trucks headed for the Bridgerton farm one Tuesday afternoon, and Anthony arrives in the pub the following Friday to meet his sister and brother in law for a drink with his arm around the waist of such a startlingly beautiful woman who smiles so kindly at them when he introduces her to the Batman Tom,

“Tom I don’t think you’ve met my wife Kate have you?”

And the Diamond ring on her finger has the gossips falling off their perches.

[alchemist-of-altoids]

I’m sayin could catch Kira, would survive. But this does depend on a lot of factors. The most important of which being, what version? Now, I’m going with the homogenized, cultural idea of the Scooby Gang. I won’t be going into any of the one off or super niche aspects of the characters for this explanation.

So the first thing I’m saying is that the Scooby Gang has experience with the supernatural. Hell, they’ve dealt with magical books with immense power before. So that right there gives them an advantage no one in the Death Note universe had. They know, for sure, that the supernatural and paranormal exist.

Secondly, it’s generally accepted that at LEAST one, if not all, members of the Scooby Gang are exceptionally wealthy. Like multimillionaire, bordering on billionaire levels of wealth. This gives them immense power to gather resources and bury their existence if need be.

Third, the fact that this is a team helps a lot. L didn’t really have equals to bounce ideas off of. The only person at a similar level of intelligence around him was Kira, who was obviously actively trying to throw him off. But with a group of 5, most of whom are certifiable geniuses, they’ll be able to get unbiased feedback.

Fourth, I do think we need to bring up the ridiculous number of connections that the Scooby Gang has. Even ignoring characters like Batman, knowing that many people, many of whom have a decent level of influence themselves, would absolutely be a boon.

For the fifth thing, I don’t want to focus too much on it, because I generally find this argument to be less compelling than the others, but you could factor in cartoon shenanigans. Anywhere the Scooby Gang goes, tooniness follows. Maybe not helpful, but certainly fun to think about.

Sixth, we need to look at the way the Scooby Gang conducts their investigations. They wouldn’t draw attention to themselves like L did. They would never try to test Kira like he did. And they certainly wouldn’t take unnecessary risks or tell people who they suspected until the end. Honestly, I don’t even think Light would catch on that they knew it was him until it was too late.

Next point is that we have seen multiple times that Scooby and Shaggy are able to see things others can’t. And even if we only give this to Scooby, I still think that’s enough. Why do I bring this up? Easy. I think That Shaggy and Scooby would be able to see Ryuk. If nothing else, I guarantee they would notice the apples getting eaten by nothing.

And my final point is their love of elaborate plans and traps. Their plans are so geniusly, insanely, ridiculously over complicated and unpredictable that I don’t think even Light would be able to catch on in time to stop their plan. They would have the Death Note, 12 fakes, a massive rube goldberg machine, and a recorded confession by the end of it.

In conclusion, 99% of all versions of the Scooby Gang are able to take on the Kira case and survive thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[celcey]

When The Sun Comes Out...

... the guns come out, and not the lethal kind.

Or: Gotham's having a carnival, and the Bats are out in full force to enjoy the summer fun investigate. If Tim and Jason happen to meet up, well that's just fine. Tim knows his crush is doomed, but it sure would help if he could stop walking into walls because Jason is too beautiful to exist.

For JayTim Week Day 2: Sun’s Out Guns Out | Carnival/Fair | Monsoon/Summer Storm

Read it on AO3 here.

Some general info that will be useful to know: the Neon Knights is a program Tim created as part of WE’s charity outreach that keeps teens and young adults out of gangs. Panda Red is a comic book tiktoker. He’s the guy with the mohawk who makes Batman skits.

Thank you very much to KNarisse for the beta!

Tim has a love/hate relationship with Jason’s wardrobe. On the one hand, Jason’s cut off tank top shows off his arms  beautifully. On the other hand, Tim has nearly walked into a wall because he couldn’t stop staring at said arms. Twice.

He’s long since accepted that his doomed crush on Jason isn’t really going anywhere. It’s a part of life. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Tim Drake has a crush on Jason Todd. But he really needs to stop staring before Jason notices.

Some moron had the brilliant idea to bring a carnival to Gotham. It’s practically asking for a Joker attack, despite the extra security they’ve placed around his cell for the week of the fair. So the Bats have come out in force, ostensibly to investigate, but also to enjoy the fair. Tim has already gone through the financials with a fine tooth comb, and surprisingly there had been no connection to the Joker. He hadn’t found anything about the council member who suggested the carnival either. He’d even stopped by Robinson Park to ask Harley if she knew of any connections, and it had all turned up clean. So while technically they were there to investigate, Dick had declared it a family bonding experience.

They’d split off into various groups throughout the day, coming together and apart as they went about the fair. Tim had just gotten off the teacups ride, which Steph had flat out refused to ride again. She said all the spinning was “vomit inducing,” as if that wasn’t the entire point. Jason is walking by, so Tim falls into step beside him.

“Find anything?” Jason asks.

“Nothing in the manager’s office,” Tim reports. He had broken into it earlier with Dick. “It looks like this place might actually be legit.”

Jason lets out a low whistle. “That’d be a first for Gotham.”

“Tell me about it,” Tim says. “Where are you headed?”

“Nowhere in particular. I rode the coaster with Dickiebird and did the squirt guns with the demon brat, so I’m flexible.”

Tim is about to suggest they head to the bumper cars when one of the game barkers calls out “You, young gentleman with the white streak! You seem like a strong young fella! Care to test yourself in a true battle of strength?”

Jason turns to see a man dressed as a stereotypical carnie, down to the twirly mustache, calling him from a high striker game.

“Step right up, step right up! If you hit the bell, you win a prize!” The carnie calls.

Jason glances at Tim, who shrugs, and then steps up to the game.

“Only three dollars to play! If you make it past tough guy you win a prize! The higher the puck goes, the bigger the prize.”

Tim pulls out his wallet to pay before Jason can. There are benefits to being a multimillionaire.

The carnie takes the cash and hands Jason the mallet. “Win something nice for your fella,” he says with a wink.

“Oh, he’s not my–“ Tim starts to say.

“I definitely will,” Jason interrupts, smirking at him. Tim feels himself blush, and curses his pale skin.

Jason gives the mallet a few test swings to get a feel for it. Tim can’t help but notice how Jason’s muscles flex as he slams the hammer down onto the lever. The puck shoots up past wimpy man, through tough guy, and finally rings the bell up top.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have got a gen-u-ine strong man over here!” The barker crows, holding up Jason’s hand up in the air. A few people stop to look. Jason grins and flexes, showing off for the crowd.

Tim should avert his eyes. Jason wouldn’t want Tim staring at him like this. But… guh,  muscles . Jason’s got guns, and they are his most lethal weapons.

“Pick out your prize!” The carnie says. “And make it good for your fella.”

“Oh I will,” Jason says, grinning smugly at Tim. He picks out a ginormous cherry red stuffed panda and hands it to him. Tim rolls his eyes, but he’s fighting back a smile. Jason throws an arm around his shoulders.

“You guys are so cute!” A teenage girl calls. Jason grins at her and Tim ducks his head, embarrassed. Jason leaves his arm there all the way to the bumper cars. Tim takes a two seater so his panda can ride with him.

It’s a warm, sunny day, so after bashing each other thoroughly on the bumper cars Tim buys them snow cones. Grape for Tim, strawberry for Jason. Jason tries to take his wallet out, but Tim beats him to it.

“You won me a panda, it’s the least I can do.”

“Technically you paid for the panda,” Jason points out.

“Yeah, but I probably couldn’t have won it on my own. You’re freakishly strong.”

Oh, great going Tim. Call the boy you like a freak, real smooth. But Jason just grins and flexes with the arm not holding the snow cone. They take a seat on a shady bench as they eat, chatting. It’s nice. Tim doesn’t often get to sit and talk to Jason like this. Usually when they’re together it’s purely about the mission.

When the snow cones are finished Jason gets up and throws them out, then returns to their seat. He stretches out, putting his arm around the back of the bench. It’s almost like he’s putting his arm around Tim.

“So, there anything else you wanna do?” He asks.

“No, I think I’ve seen pretty much everything. It’s not a huge carnival,” Tim replies.

“It’d be pretty nice if Gotham was able to have this without it turning into a fucking nightmare,” Jason comments idly. He’s started playing Tim’s hair. Tim tries to remember how to breathe.

“It would be nice,” he agrees. “Bruce came up with the security measures for Arkham himself, and Commissioner Gordon’s overseeing the implementation personally, so I think we’ve got a real shot.”

“It’s crazy how different things are. You know the last time Two Face broke out he couldn’t get his plans in motion because he couldn’t find enough men?”

“No kidding, really?” Tim had been in San Francisco during that particular breakout, so he hadn’t been involved.

“Yeah. No recent Blackgate breakouts, so all the old faces are in jail. And the Neon Knights are pretty damn effective at keeping people out of the lifestyle. It’s some damn good work you’re doing.” Tim lights up at the praise. Jason knows the best out of any of them what a program like Neon Knights needs to be, so to hear him praise it means a lot.

“I’ve actually been wondering if you’d look over a few proposals for me,” Tim asks. He had been wondering, but there had never been a right time to bring it up. Now is the perfect opportunity.

“Me? Why?” Jason sounds surprised.

“Because I haven’t been in their shoes. I was never a low income kid who turned to gangs for lack of better options. You were. That plus your night work gives you a really unique perspective that our other workers don’t have,” Tim explains.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right. Sure, I’ll take a look if you think it’ll help.” Jason seems pleased that Tim wants his expertise. He’s blushing slightly, and Tim can’t help the smile that breaks out across his face. Bashful is a good look on him. To be fair, everything is a good look on him, but Tim’s the one who put that look there.

“Is there anything you still want to do?” Tim asks Jason. “The only thing I haven’t done is the tunnel of love.”

“Oh, well we can’t have that. How can you have the true carnival experience if you haven’t gone through the tunnel of love?” Jason says.

“Well it’s not really the sort of thing you ride alone,” Tim snarks.

“Good thing you’re not alone then. You’ve got me and Panda Red over there.” Tim rolls his eyes, but obediently picks up his panda and follows Jason to the ride. Tim clambers on first, and Jason climbs in next to him. It’s a wide seat, but Jason sits close enough that their knees are knocking together, and he puts his arm around the back of the seat again.

Tim is not always the best at noticing relational cues, not when it comes to himself. But he’s a detective. He can pick up what Jason’s putting down. Or what he thinks Jason’s putting down. He decides to test his theory. He scoots closer to Jason, so that there’s no space between them, and tentatively rests his head on Jason’s shoulder. Jason wraps his arm more firmly around him, and Tim relaxes.

Okay, so they’re going there. This is a thing that is happening. Tim’s lifelong crush is maybe (probably?) reciprocated, and he can feel the firm weight of Jason’s muscle through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. His heart spends up and his palms are sweating, but he keeps his body relaxed. He doesn’t want to scare Jason off.

Jason’s hand moves from Tim’s shoulder to his hair, playing with the silky strands. It feels really nice, and he releases tension he didn’t realize he was holding, going boneless in Jason’s arms.

When they get off the ride, Jason keeps his arm around Tim. He keeps his arm around Tim when they run into Steph and Cass, both of whom are well aware of Tim’s crush on Jason and are having frantic but silent conversations about it with only their eyes and facial expressions. He keeps his arm around Tim when they split off from the girls to go order corndogs. He keeps his arm around Tim as they sit down and eat.

They’re walking aimlessly around the fair when Tim can’t take it any more. He pulls away, turning to face Jason properly.

“Jason. Is this… is this a thing? Between us?” He asks nervously.

“Depends. Do you want it to be?” Jason asks, faux casually.

The ball is in Tim’s court. He could lie and say he doesn’t care, say that he could go either way, put it on Jason to make things clear. Tim can lie to Batman, he can certainly handle not telling Jason the full truth. But that wouldn’t be fair to Jason, and it wouldn’t get him what he wants.

“Yeah,” he says. “I want it to be.”

“Good.” Jason grins, stretching his arms above his head. “It’s about time you caught on. I’ve been flexing all day, my arms are gonna be so sore tomorrow.”

“You’ve been doing that on purpose?!” Tim says indignantly.

“Since the first time I noticed you staring,” Jason grins, holding his arm up and flexing again. Tim is momentarily distracted by the display of strength, which only makes Jason more smug.

“I nearly walked into a wall because of you,” Tim grouses, but he’s fighting a smile.

“I noticed. But I wasn’t sure if you wanted more or if you just thought I was hot,” Jason shrugs, and Tim can see the insecurity he’s trying to hide.

“And you’re happy I want more? You’re interested in that?” Tim asks, because he has to be sure. Tim doesn’t usually get the things he wants, not like this.

“Yeah baby bird, I’m happy you want more. I want to give you more. I want this to be a thing.” Tim breaks into a thousand watt smile. He can’t help it. Jason Todd wants to date him. Actually for real date him. The boy he’s been half in love with for nearly half his life wants to date him. Tim’s not sure who’s smiling down on him today, but he’s sure it’s someone.

“I know you’re probably used to something fancier, but there’s a great chili dog cart on fifth that I really like. It’s not far from Robinson Park, there’s a really nice place to sit not too far away,” Jason offers.

“That’s by the good ice cream store, right? They do neapolitan there.” Tim says thoughtfully.

“You know my favorite ice cream flavor?” Jason asks, surprised.

“I… uh, yeah.” Tim says, bashful at being caught in his slightly stalkerish tendencies. “I pay attention, when it’s you.”

Jason breaks out into a grin. “Good to know. Guess I’ll have to catch up.”

“So it’s a date?” Tim asks.

“It’s a date.”

Tim is sure his cheeks are going to hurt from smiling later, but he doesn’t care. He takes Jason’s hand in his own, blushing slightly. Jason grins back at him, and together, they walk off into the sunset.

                                                  End Notes

Thanks so much for reading! Please do leave a reply in the notes telling me what you think, I’d love to hear from you.

[thedeevirus]

Saw some people online complaining that they don’t plan on seeing the new ‘The Batman’ movie because it will be ‘more woke’ rubbish’.

What in the name of God is ‘woke’ about a multimillionaire choosing to deal with childhood trauma (instead of therapy or healthy coping mechanisms he could easily afford) by beating the living daylights out of typically mentally ill, economically challenged, societal misfits with no day jobs usually dressed in non conforming outfits? Not to mention he does this with the (technically) unspoken support of a high ranked member of the local police force!

If anything Batman’s core concept is the very opposite of ‘Woke’! And I say that as someone who loves the guy! 😅

[darkacua]

The internet misinterprets bruce on bruce

I remember reading something like this in a fic or a post here on Tumblr, but imagine that the public sees all the bruises, cuts and scars of Bruce and instead of thinking that the man is Batman or got into a fight they all point to that one of his children is abusing him. Twitter goes wild with photos of hand-shaped bruises on his wrists and neck.

All the blame falls on Dick, obviously this adopted circus boy does not want to share his inheritance with his other brothers so he is abusing this white multimillionaire with a good heart to give him all his fortune once he dies, some crazy took the theory that Dick had Jason killed because he saw him as the first threat to inherit the entire fortune and now plans to kill all the other Wayne children.

Español bajo el corte

Recuerdo que leí algo como esto en un fic o un post aquí en tumblr, pero imagínense que el publico ve todos los golpes, cortes y cicatrices de Bruce y en vez de pensar que el hombre es Batman o se metió en una pelea todos apuntan a que uno de sus hijos esta abusando de el. Twitter se vuelve loco con fotos de moretones en forma de manos en sus muñecas y cuello.

Toda la culpa recae en Dick, obviamente este chico de circo adoptado no quiere compartir su herencia con sus demás hermanos así que esta abuzando de este hombre blanco multimillonario de buen corazón para que le de toda su fortuna una vez que muera, algún loco saco la teoría que Dick mando a matar a Jason porque lo vio como la primera amenaza para heredar toda la fortuna y ahora planea matar a todos los demás niños Wayne.