#holy ooc batman

[gothxmcitysirens]

Oh no… i think I’m adding a Felix Catton muse 🔥

[t4tails]

batman and joker fighting to death in the tunnel of love. who knew frank miller was such an ally

[nerditudes]

so i'm watching the third part of crisis and HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME DC. YOU CAN PRY THE DCAU FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS YOU BASTAAAAAAAAAAAARDS

[cannonfullofcanons]

Looks like we'll be heading out of state for the funeral either tomorrow or Wednesday. I'll be using mobile mostly from then on so if my formatting gets kinda funky I apologize. Gonna try to keep writing while I'm gone. I know I'm not doing a lot, but it's helping. I'm just sorry I'm so slow with it.

[cranephdr]

Jon's "Injustice" intros are so fucking disrespectful lmao

[sinkingwmyships]

my musings on touch-starved Dick Grayson and Jason Todd (which got out of hand fast). enjoy :) cw: injuries (mild/minor & non-graphic); physical touch (obviously). they also complete a mission tgt. sprinkles of batdad bc i can.

consider: touch-starved Dick Grayson and Jason Todd (but if you're seeing this post i bet you've considered that before *bombastic side-eye*)

neither of them think that about themselves, that is if they even believe in the concept at all—until Dick claps Jason on the shoulder once and Jason jolts, not from surprise or pain or anything, but from the foreignness of the touch, so friendly and easy, something neither he nor his body remembers the last time they've felt. but he must have looked at Dick weird (read: annoyed or angry or something), because Dick swiftly retreats with a mumbled apology and hands held up and out, his gesture of surrender.

after that, Dick doesn't really want to risk crossing his brother's boundaries again—but when he opens his door to Jason halting mid-step, alarm on his face as if he's thirteen again and Dick has caught him sneaking out to patrol even though his homework isn't done, again... well, Dick's got to say something.

"what's up?" he asks cautiously.

turns out Jason needs help with taping his fingers because "don't wanna bother Alfred" and "the old man would probably be overjoyed now that i can't shoot properly" ("that's not true, Jason, an injury's an injury," Dick sighs), so Dick is his last resort. last, final, forget about it because it's never going to happen again. but, he sits down patient and calm while Dick scours his room for some tape (you'd think an athlete would be more prepared)—and again, while Dick winds thin, sticky strips around his fingers. Jason's hands resemble Bruce's, in their stockiness and warmth, with their countless scars and calluses, ghastly pale from being encased in their gloves all the time. his fingers twitch against Dick's, involuntary; there is something comforting about a solid sensation within his touch. Dick checks the tape two, three times over; Jason's fingers are still outstretched by the time he's finished putting the tape away and turned back around.

then Dick makes the blunder of asking "anything else?", and Jason huffs in lieu of reminding him he's not thirteen anymore, before withdrawing and vacating his room in all of two seconds.

Jason's fingers make a swift recovery. the next time they meet, it's gunfire that has drawn Nightwing to his location.

"d'i miss something?" he greets, swooping in grandly then landing by Red Hood's side upon the warehouse catwalk so soundlessly, it's as if he's nothing more than a passing shadow. he can't perceive the eye roll under the, well, red hood.

"only three factories' worth of child labor and the goons manning them." Hood discards his empty magazine then reloads. "don't worry; i didn't miss. c'mon." he starts walking away before Nightwing can comment on what he's said; still, he can feel the bat's gaze nearly puncturing the back of his helmet.

"where're we going?" Nightwing calls after him. "looks to me like you and your people got it under control."

Red Hood shakes his head. "some of the supervisors scurried in here before we could get 'em." he cocks his gun sharply. "i closed all the ground exits. what say we do a little hunting?"

"Hood...."

"figure of speech, man." he easily brushes his brother's scowl off, before gesturing for him to follow. a flick of the chin and Nightwing understands they're down there.

they venture away from Nightwing's entry point into the darkness. the building's creaks and heaves mask their footsteps, while shadows fall around them like folds of a heavy cape. cutting the lights means his opponents won't be able to see, but with how deep the night is, Red Hood can't make out jack shit, either. the only reason he knows his gun's still in his hands is because he can feel its weight and shape—the same reason he knows his brother is still beside him, from the press of Nightwing's back against his, steady, reassuring, almost warm even through their armor. Red Hood shouldn't get used to it, shouldn't stop watching his back just because it's available this one time; but already the figurative weight on his shoulders has lessened by half.

and then, the touch vanishes.

"'Wing?" he calls fast as a reflex. fuck; Red Hood doesn't know what bothers him worse, that he reacted so immediately, or that his brother is nowhere to be felt (god, that sounds weird). but his split-second of alarm subsides when a foot bumps against his firmly.

"here." Nightwing leans on him again. is that the rhythm of his breath, or Hood's own? "i thought i saw—"

something knocks Red Hood's head back, as jarring as a brother's flick to his forehead. he shoves Nightwing down before returning fire, picturing viscerally the bullet-sized dent on his helmet. if that had been Nightwing—

he feels a lithe form slide by his legs through the railings and down.

fuck! he should have grabbed him—if only he can see! fuck! Red Hood's eyes sweep frantically over the murky shadows below. a flash of blue, a spray of yellow— there! the yellow dies after he takes his shot. fucking Dickwing—he's a good marksman, but this is pushing it!

"DON'T!" and the idiot still has the compassion to plead for his opponents' lives. god, Red Hood should've just told him to piss off the moment he showed up.

still, he yells, "NON-LETHAL!" before scrambling down the catwalk as a dozen bullets zip through the space he was occupying just a moment prior. compromising his position over something so trivial... unbelievable. Red Hood channels all his frustration into his next shot—hears the thud of body hitting floor, before many others of fist hitting body, knees hitting body, escrima hitting body (maybe there are worse fates than just plain getting killed, though they'd never take him seriously)... until a final crak of face hitting floor (what did he say?) sounds out, and then all falls quiet for a moment, the sound of his own breathing within the helmet all Red Hood can hear.

"that was good!" Nightwing sounds like he's praising a three-year-old's arts and crafts project. "nobody had to get lethally injured!" Red Hood groans and drops down on the catwalk heavily. "and didn't we make a good—"

the catwalk breaks apart where it was shot at, and Red Hood can only hang on as god-knows-how-many-pounds of metal plus himself comes swinging down right at his brother.

...

Dick doesn't dare open his eyes for a moment, for fear of finding himself nothing more than a pulp on the floor.

what were the chances? didn't get shot, didn't get hit, didn't even trip once. hell, he trusts Jason, but he's pretty damn sure the chances of being hit by one of his non-lethal rounds were way higher than... whatever the hell just happened!

he's still conscious, at least, but he fears what physical state he's going to discover himself in. he can wiggle his toes fine— wait, he's not in his boots. already got medical attention? he can't be at the batcave—Jason knows its location but Dick highly doubts he'd willingly go there, especially accompanied by Dick in this condition; same with reaching out to anyone that might've been in the area. but this place doesn't smell or sound like a hospital. if Dick breathes deeply, he can make out a homey rather than industrial scent of detergent; and the occasional footsteps and conversations outside are much too clear-sounding for him to be behind the doors of a hospital room.

he cracks his eyes open. thank goodness it's dim; his head is beginning to hurt already, probably a concussion (he'd still consider himself lucky if he got away with just that). he's tucked snugly into a couch, a cozy, almost cramped fit, with a pillow wedged into the gap between his shoulder blades and the seat, a blanket or two on top of him, and his legs extending across Jason's lap to dangle over the couch's edge on the opposite side. Jason himself looks fast asleep, head lolled back onto the cushions, lax arms draped across Dick's legs where a book is also lying, open and face-down. he seems quite comfortable given... everything (well, to be fair, it wasn't him whose brother tried to squish like a bug). this must be one of Jason's safehouses, then? and for some reason, probably that they are still pretty much in their full, dirtied gear, he's put them into this arrangement on the couch?

his head throbs again, so Dick just gives up and closes his eyes. this beats the floor of some random warehouse for sure—it's warm, it's soft, and it feels surprisingly pleasant to have his legs across Jason's lap and the weight of his brother's arms upon them somehow. it's soothing, like the way sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with his siblings or teammates is. it's reassuring, like the way Bruce would pat his arm or (rarer now) his head is. it's safe, like the way his and Jason's backs against each other's in the warehouse is, the calmness of his fingers in Dick's hands is, the impulse that got Dick to clap his brother on the shoulder is. he's missed it. he's needed this.

after this night... i imagine they're a lot less awkward about, and a lot more open to, physical contact. leaning against each other; using the other as a head/arm/leg-rest; huddling for warmth; physically pushing/smacking/moving the other away instead of just saying "fuck off;" evolution from shoulder/back clap to fist bump/high five/handshake to hug when celebrating/congratulating; actual long, substantial, gratifying hugs.... this can also definitely branch off into fighting with their feet under the table until Alfred has to raise his voice at them. but goodness, just- casual physical contact, man. and slowly doing away with their own and each other's touch starvation. eventually they aren't drawn to physical touch out of need anymore, but at that point it's just become habit—and it's a darn comfy, calming, convenient habit, what's not to like? w.

(also- Bruce would like to pat his children's heads more but they're all rapidly outgrowing him-)

[hopefuture]

You know its kinda funny how the most character-focused and Bruce relevant Arkham games are the ones not developed by Rocksteady

[tealeavesandthorns]

//So evil!Maria was born from mirror!Maria in the Star Trek universe and she's a bit of a Lady Macbeth with none of the guilt and all of the twisted enjoyment of blood and helping her man get to power.

Because of the way she is, it only really works in specific circumstances and usually with a ship where I can really see it working. I adored her in her mirror!Trek verse because she was so ruthless and crazy, but calculating and she didn't want power for herself she just wanted to sit alongside it. She still loved incredibly fiercely though. She might not admit it but the reason she helps those into power is because she loves deeply. She's an all encompassing sort of crazy love at the same time though.

AND I have just watched the 3 episodes of the penguin and I am obsessed because in THAT Batman universe Evil!Maria can sort of thrive.

It doesn't really work for Gotham!Maria because Gotham is still soft edges, it doesn't work for Nolan!Verse Maria because there's still this sort of JUSTICE thing in there. But HBO's The Penguin!Maria, that Batman verse. Well fuck me that works brilliantly.

So catch me between replies writing a drabble because no one be playing characters from that HBO verse as far as I can tell. Catch me writing a drabble about Maria becoming devoted to penguin and getting him to call her mommy.

Evil!Maria WOULD have worked in The Boys Verse too but I was much more interested in a slow corruption of her there......

[countercharmda]

Gamers I survived

[gothxmcitysirens]

So I fucked up my knee at work and it’s got a horrific bruise and I can’t really sit comfortably… so I might not be online to reply to things for a few days while on the mend. That being said, i am chronically online and here if you want to chat or whatever. I do desperately want to be writing tho 🥺

[glory-hasnoplacehere]

@swampwitchtonx @dethqveen @/ everyone

elon musk should kill himself elon musk needs to kill himself elon musk would make society as a whole better if he killed himself now

[husky-draws]

Drawing idea, hurt comfort, but wade is being comforted, that man has issues and body pain, so much to get hurt by

⚠️⚠️MAJOR WARNING FOR BLOOD AND DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM⚠️⚠️ W/ POOLVERINE. KEEP YOURSELF SAFE

Holy comic strip, batman. This took SO fuckibg long 😭 I hope yall enjoy the angst :) and if they're ooc IM SORRY I draw I don't write.

[cannonfullofcanons]

Finally home! I think I'm gonna work a bit on bringing back my single-muse Rebecca blog before I get to things here, shouldn't take much to get it back up & ready to roll!

[johncon]

There was a blinding flash of light as the transformation took hold- only taking mere moments for everyone else, but ages to Constantine. Horns grew, curving above his head elegantly, and he felt the burst of feathers spring from his back- so that was why Lucifer had requested his outfit have his back bare, the magician realized- spreading into a phoenix-red fan briefly before folding and settling neatly against his now-purple skin. A tail flicked out as well, and wasn't that a supremely odd feeling. His ears twitched at the swell of sound, murmurs of surprise as the light faded and he grew visible, and a hand came up to cup one. A sort of fur-feathers covered the long, delicate points, and Constantine realized he could probably swivel them like a cat's if he so wished. Something to figure out. Pink freckle patches dotted his skin, and vivid pink eyes blinked up at Lucifer uncertainly. It was still Constantine, but- different. Not more or less than he had been, but different.

The Unholy Matrimony

Wedding Hub

The tower where the ceremony would take place was lit with softly twinkling, floating orbs in a rainbow of colors, moss and ivy crawling up the cracked walls. Rows of velvet-cushioned benches lined the majority of the space, to hold everyone comfortably, and vases of Casa Blanca lilies decorated the aisles- the center aisle between the rows of benches, as well as two more shorter ones at the front that led to the ancient stone podium in the middle.

[fanonimus]

My brother is obsessed with TTG, and I am baffled. We binged it, and I looked around in the... Fandom? I know the show is lighthearted, but I'm a psychology nerd.

Tw: Abuse, neglect, shitty people in general, mind conzrol and trauma. Progress with caution.

Not many people talk about the abuse Robin faces. I don't understand why is there basicaly no angsty content.

I also want to scoop that boy up and hug him and take him away from those people that surround him.

This boy has no positive influence in his life. Get him a therapyst.

He's neglected. I was sick watching this.

WHAT THE HELL DUDE this was genuinely hard to watch, and even the colour coded idiots aknowledge how badly he was treated.

Oh but they don't get away scott free. The little idiots.

They constantly hurt him (which I noticed is a reocurring joke, but it happens to him so constantly that it's not even humour. It's just... painful.)

What the fuck was that prank?

Considering I know his backstory pretty well (look, I watch enough dc), this prank just makes me want to cry. He smiles. His smile broke my heart. I genuinely started crying, alonside Robin. It was not a nice experience.

So they clearly don't have a problem with triggering traumatic responses.

Robin is also almost always the butt of the joke, even tough he is the leader nobody respects him.

Which would be understandable if he didn't try his damn hardest. He's resourceful and can make the best of a situation.

Like the time he got dance powers (which is just amazing, holy shit I want dance powers).

He found great use of an othervise "useless" pover.

Speaking of useless, his "friends" look down on him because he has no powers. Even though he is capable of beating all of them without it.

Yknow, like in the movie.

Oh yeah, nice recall to the movie the one where they competed with the Super Hero Girls team (love that show).

Y'know, where it started like this

And ended like this in like, five seconds.

Abandonment issues go brrr:

He's my angsty boy.

Also, the fact that he answered mind control on the last question, and it wasn't even on the board, broke something in me.

Him being a "control freak" is also played up for jokes, which I personally hate, but you can also go with the route of the Titans just not listening, ever, and Robin, still raised by the batman even if differently than in canon, in a city where if you are not on top you are dead, it's obvious that he developed an instictive need for control. He had gotten used to being on top of every situation, so when he felt that control slip, he grasped it and held on. This behaviour is not good, but he can't help it, and without proper consuling, he won't be able to stop this behaviour. He could, if he just let go of the illusion of control he clings to, a safety net, and we all know one can not simply just do that.

(I was someone people called a "control freak". I worked on myself, and I changed, but it took years after I noticed. Letting go is the hardest thing people like me and him can do because letting go means losing control, and that can be the scariest thing in the world. So I have experience, yes.)

(Yes, I also have experience. No, I am not going to talk about it, but it wasn't physical, don't worry)

For the hitting... Wild hot take and shit: Since Batsy was not a stellar dad, he kept robin in line by means not so family-friendly. (He hit his kids in canon, it's really OOC for him, but we have proof that happened) And it was really effective. Children of abusive parents go a lot of ways, but repeating the parents' mistakes is one of them. So maybe Robin decided that violence might be the thing to keep his teammates in line. (We are circleing back yeah.) But it clearly didn't work.

Edit: Holy shit I just realized that this Robin is all of the worst qualities of the other Robins. Obsessive, Controlling, full of himself, violent, and then throw their insecurities into there too (Abandonment issues, parental issues, anxiety, paranoia). Holy lady.

Edit2: Thank you, Yurki-posts, for pointing out some things my little rant was missing. I shall update it now.

[ruestheday]

Wait, what mean thing did Alfred do to Tim on his 16th birthday??

oh boy

see, this is an instance where i’d be fine if people ignored this happening, because bruce (and therefore as an extension alfred) are like weirdly horrible. even doing my mandatory googling to make sure im remembering everything correctly quickly brought me to posts about everyone agrees how insanely ooc this was for both (even on reddit, which has some of the most comic-obsessed fans), but it still happened unfortunately.

so, for tim’s sixteenth birthday, bruce decides to gift him with surprise training.

tim has a birthday party, and at the end of the night there’s a weird box there. tim freaks the fuck out and takes it to bruce to check out, he does, blah blah blah.

it ends up activating when tim’s alone, and it’s a hologram of alfred in the (apocalyptic) future saying that someone on batman’s team has gone bad and the worlds fucked because of it (and then immediately gets shot and killed before he can finish). tim’s half like “well obviously this is bullshit” and half “HOLY SHIT ???!????” and doesn’t tell bruce because he’s not sure if it’s real or not.

i’m going to summarize, but tim thinks it’s fake at first, and then thinks it’s real (because the guy he was blaming it on was in jail) so he’s like ok cass goes bad (since she’s the newest batfam member — side note: cassandra predates damian as a batfam member so put some respect on her name) and when he decides it’s not cass he tries to figure out how it could be dick.

future!alfred then appears before tim and tells him that yeah he died, but it’s all chill they bring him back, and starts delivering more bad news until tim’s like ??? Ur not real! and rips off future!alfred’s mask to discover it’s just real alfred underneath.

tim’s immediately like upset and disgusted. he demands answer from bruce who is like “just training, get good kid” (and also implies tim is stupid bc he believed it) and tim is like Fuck this. Fuck all of you. I’m out. (he does eventually come back obviously)

he also gets to tell bruce to go to hell. now im a bruce wayne glazer but that was deserved because what the fuck

this is some crazy paraphrasing and i’m positive there are 10x better breakdowns out there. but long story short alfred helped gaslit tim drake into having a mental breakdown on his sixteenth birthday because bruce said to.

i also really don’t like this from bruce’s side because literally what the fuck was that. prime example of the 90s-2000s comic wanting bruce wayne to be a bad guy to appeal to angsty male readers (which was an actual phenomenon and explains a lot of why bruce is so batshit [ha] insane to his family during this era)

edit: this is 1993 robin #116-120 btw