#beating up Richard

[kindercelery]

Can I kill richard iii??? Pls?

Here’s the deal.

If you kill Richard- I wont be taking anymore ‘beating up Richard’ asks and I’ll delete all the ones in my inbox.

Note- this does not mean I won’t be taking anymore asks about Richard I just won’t let yall beat him anymore. I’m putting a week on this so I can get some of the ‘beating up Richard’ asks answered before (if majority votes this) we smite him.

[bludhavensbirdboy]

gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure over the fic writers that use the whole dick Grayson chokeholds you during sex…like full arm around your neck can feel his bicep tensing against your throat type chokehold and after i just have to sit with my thoughts cause omfg NEED NEED. 🙏

[smol-soop-spoon]

I do NOT support the Richard Papen/Oliver Quick comparison. One is a drugged out baby cow watching the train crash into its field, the other is a wet feral gremlin who's DRIVING THE TRAIN into the field

[evilhorse]

He needs a beating up!

(Buck Rogers 2430 A.D. daily strip)

[one-blaze-of--glory]

i have mixed feelings about Caroline in the city season 1 episode 17 "Caroline and the kid"

[breedsblood]

The Veer Union - I Will Make It Out - Live Streaming with Songs and Thongs

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[waugh-bao]

“This time [working on songs for A Bigger Bang], I got into this thing where Keith would have an idea and I would put a drum program to it. Then I'd play drums over that, create a groove.

By the time Charlie got there, I'd say, ‘This is the beat.’ I wanted to impress him.”

Mick Jagger in Rolling Stone Magazine (Sept. 2005)

[frownyalfred]

Jason: “I’m NOTHING like Bruce, okay? We’re not even that similar. That’s all in your head.”

Dick, perched on Jason’s couch watching him gear up, sipping a Batburger shake: “so you’re NOT about to go deal with your emotions by going out on patrol and beating people up?”

Jason: *sets down the brass knuckles he was just holding* *stares off into the distance*

Jason: “These are just…for my — look, I don’t like your fucking tone, Richard.”

[kindercelery]

*gives richard iii a bat* (you can take it off him)

Hehehehe

[eternallynamelessvoid]

One day I hope I’m just vapor in the clouds in the never-ending water cycle. I’d actually have purpose then.

I wish I had wings.

Really I just wish I could run.

[apothekosm]

There's not a single one of you that has any evidence of a skrull doing anything morally impure. no one that speaks skrull could be an evil person, this is the worst take i've read in my life.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

[ SIX ] for receiver to witness sender get hurt which sends them into a violent rage. (for the mafia au)

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

His thumb, bruised with tenderness, swept across the faint cut drawn across the young gentleman's cheek attributed from Fraser's sharpened knuckle. If it wasn't for Richard protectively cocooning Vic's face against his wearied palms one would overlook the gash of red. Not Richard. --Taking the very subject of the Scotsman's months'-long fascination was one thing, but hurting him right in front of Richard's presence? How dare the bastard extract a brittle chink upon His golden canvas. That didn't even qualify as a strike. That had crossed the limit. Fraser had made his bed and Richard would make damned sure he'd sleep in it. Never to wake. The captor continued to prattle on about the deal, but the Scotsman hadn't heard a single word. All of his attention, his concern, his overwhelming sense of possession, all of it drawn towards Vic. Nevertheless, amidst his silence and the shielding touch of his worn hands, below the surface was far from calm. Richard could feel his father's poisoned rage gnawing at his heart; violent flames licking against the frames of his ribcage, screeching to come out. It wasn't until deepened yet hushed words, "don't look," were uttered at the young gentleman that a trace of his father's curse bled from his careless tongue.

"Do we have a deal, Mayhew?" Finally, letting go of Vic, Richard stood up to face the other, noting Fraser's outstretched hand. Not a word was uttered when he affirmed the criminal's offer with his own constricting grip, before tugging Fraser close and fiercely wrenching his knife's blade into his gut. The bastard fought. He clawed. He wriggled like a pathetic worm, but Richard didn't let go. Instead, with his blade still stabbed through the bastard's flesh, he shoved Fraser's figure against the nearby brick wall before kneeing him hard in the groin. "I would've accepted the bloo'y deal, but ye' went too far there, Fraser. Too fuckin' far.-- Stand up straigh' and look me in the eye when I'm talkin' to ye'," he snarled, propping Fraser's body upright by the heel of his knife, nothing but gilted steel and the Scotsman's own brawn supporting the criminal's looming frame. "The deal was as good as done, but the minute ye' took Him, tha's when ye' crossed the line," continued Richard, barring his teeth at the other, revealing the contours of a cruel and godless smile. "And then--oho--and then ye' took it one step further." A steady hand mindfully rammed the blade in deeper, eating away centimeter by centimeter. He could feel the tip begin to dig against Fraser's spine. "I told ye' tha' ye' weren't to lay a single finger on him. Hm? Remember? Not one finger, I said." "W-... Ward-.... Ward... Will....--" Richard swiftly unpinned the blade from Fraser's middle before immediately darting it right into his chest. "Ward will get the message," the Scotsman whispered into the criminal's ear, before withdrawing his knife and watching Fraser's body slump against the stained bricks.

[mixingandmelting]

Inconspicuous Relationship

Summary: Everyone in the family thinks the two of you hadn’t tied the knot and keeps playing matchmaker. He, being the troll he is, decides to roll with it

He told you it was going to be fine. To leave it to him; his plan was going to be flawless. Flawless his ass. You’re dying from second-hand embarrassment and Jason’s not helping with that shit-eating grin on his face. 

“You know, Gotham Park is apparently considered one of the prettiest in the city during all four seasons.” Steph starts, sending you a look across the dinner table. “Wouldn’t it be so romantic to go there, especially for a first date?”

You beg to the higher beings that your cringe isn’t visible in your smile as you hummed in agreement. You’ve been enduring this since the beginning of the family dinner where the siblings kept dropping obvious hints for the two of you to get the ship sailing. And Jason being Jason, went along with it all the while ignoring the secret glares you give him. For Pete’s sake, he was even playing footsies under the table!  

“Didn’t you say you had a plan?” You hiss under your breath as Tim and Dick, surprisingly, voice out in agreement how Gotham Park was the last place to go on a date, their expressions speaking for the horrors they’ve seen there. 

“Yeah? Why? You don’t like how my plan’s going so far?” You scowl, kicking his foot away when he prod your foot again with his. He gives you a cheeky smirk in response. 

Checking and seeing Steph getting into a squabble with the other over the apparent controversial site, you lean closer towards him. 

“You call this a plan?”

“If not, then what is it?” He chugs the water in his glass, waving a hand towards them. “Besides, over half of them are grown ups. They’ll get it one way or another.”

If you’re not dying from embarrassment, you’re dying from stress. It’s clear as day that he’s in it for the chaos while you’re simply wanting to rip the bandage and get this over. Just when you’re about to snap at him, you catch Damian staring at both of you across the table. Quickly, you compose yourself, the same smile you had on for Steph now directed at the fourteen year-old.

“What’s wrong Damian? Need something?” 

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, his gaze blank and revealing nothing. You can feel sweat accumulate in your hands, the urge to swat at the man beside you getting stronger at the coughs he lets out that’s meant to cover his laughter. 

“I simply don’t get it.” The teen then takes a bite of his steak and thoughtfully chews on it. “Why can’t Jason simply ask you out for a date when he’s completely smothered for you?” 

Cue the room going completely  dead silent. Well, sans Duke pounding his chest from choking on his food. You would’ve, at least, chuckle at had it not been for you steaming up. 

“D-Damian? Damian buddy?” Dick calls out from his seat, his voice slightly pitched. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t be the only one that’s getting tired of them beating around the bush, Richard. I’m simply spelling it out, that’s all.”

“Damian-“

“No, Damian’s right.” All eyes set on Jason, who puts the silverware down and leans back on his chair. “It’s not like I’ve been really meaning to hide it anyways so,” he turns toward you, “what do you think of Saturday, 1:00 PM at your favorite place you like going to?” 

…You can’t do this. This man and his theatrics; you wanted to scream how he had already asked about it last week. Tell them they’re getting scammed,  it’s not even the first date-! 

But Damian’s words keep echoing in your mind and the fact Jason knows that you know that it’s true is messing with you so badly. It prevents you from trying to calm everyone down, the family up and arms at the “horrible” confession Jason gave as he merely shrugs and asks what else he was supposed to do.  You further baffle them when you muster a nod, your hands still covering your very much burning face. 

Later on, when Bruce comes back from the supposed emergency phone call, he pulls you and Jason to the side. It was one thing to hear Bruce Wayne giving his approval and blessing (for some reason) for you two’s relationship. It was another when finding out this whole thing was indeed staged by both Jason AND Bruce to get back at the rest of the family for a prank that occurred last week during a joint mission as the older man asked the younger if everything went accordingly. 

You decide to give Jason a piece of your mind once the two of you got home which led to him to follow you around and ask you to reconsider calling him by his full name for the rest of the week.

[warrior-of-storms]

Glad this found the right audience <3

(tags by @batgirlpurpleedition, @a-bad-case-of-the-stephs, and @greenbeen-with-an-e)

Hot take but Mia Dearden figuring out Green Arrow's secret identity in Green Arrow 2001 is more iconic that Tim Drake figuring out Batman and Nightwing.

[breedsblood]

The Veer Union - Bitter End - Live Streaming with Songs and Thongs

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[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”