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✎﹏﹏ Cassandra Cain-Wayne

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“I'm not...doomed...to be bad…I am...a bat. This…is where I should be.”

Ooc: This is a RP account

I will do my utmost to be in character…so…be nice T^T

I also use Cass to finish lyrics. I think she (because I do it) latches onto finishing sentences when she 100% knows them, because it makes her feel included in the talking.

My Cass is Bi and Demi

((I don’t wanna make a blackbat/orphan account, just gonna use this one))

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Interact if you want to, and ask for translations if needed. Byee ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[shh-its-cass]

@jason-peter-todd-harper

two more from twitter!

(you can still request a doodle if you want! :))

[flowerakatsuka]

LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR NEETS!!

[crumplstiltskin]

sukuna got him that jacket

[jestroer]

Happy 25th Birthday Techno

[twilightakiishi]

ran as that one winnie the pooh pic and rindou being fed up with his annoying ass brother

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Dallas' head snaps back, and he stumbles with the force of an unexpected hand on his shoulder. For the briefest moment, he goes entirely limp, lets his fist hang in the air and doesn't try to scramble back to the boy on the steady retreat in front of him.

Darry's got him. And if he'd thought it through for even a second longer that would have scared the shit out of him. But then the fingers are tearin' into his jacket and forcin' him backward and he finally whips his head around and realizes the reality: two very pissed cops have got him.

And he immediately starts fightin' again. He writhes in their grip and the kid he'd been whalin' on is suddenly skitterin' back with renewed fear. Dallas bares his teeth once and figures he's made his point.

The next ten minutes are a blur.

His heart is poundin' in his ears and he can feel his pulse as it rattles under the cuffs the cops slapped on him the second they could get his wrists within a foot of each other and his head is achin' and he realizes for the first time he tastes blood but he can't focus on anythin' because all he can think is Fuck, Darry is never gonna forgive me for this.

He says it all the time. When he rolls in an hour late and thinks Darry's gonna kick my ass. Or when he lets Pony have just a little too much of his beer and the kid's gigglin' fit to wake the dead when Dallas 'n him sneak back in. Or when he hauls off and picks stupid fuckin' fights for no reason.

But this time he means it.

He groans and drops his head to his hands in the little holdin' cell they have him waitin' in until they process him. Last night's argument flashes vaguely in stills through his mind. He wasn't comfortable with people... carin'. He just didn't know what to do with it.

You can't tell me what to do, Darrel. Dallas flew up from the kitchen table and paced wildly away from Darry. Pony watched him with wary eyes. Soda bit his lip and looked at Dallas like he was tryin' to tell him a hundred things Dally didn't know how to understand.

Yes, I can. I won't have you actin' a fool and gettin' yourself hurt. Darry frowned and he's got these lines in his forehead Two jokes he never had before Dallas moved in. Dallas can't stand to see them.

You're not my brother. And you're not my dad. I ain't never had no one tellin' me what to do in my whole life and I'm not about to let you start. He'd slammed the screen door and gone straight to Tim's, started a fight, wound up at Buck's 'n drank til he vomited, woke up this mornin', and started another.

Darry was goin' to throw him to the fuckin' curb and never talk to him again. And Dallas deserved it. He wasn't one of the Curtis boys. No matter how hard he wanted to be.

"Name?" A cop had reappeared in his cell and he kicked himself for missin' it.

"Curtis." Dallas opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. "Fuck. No, sorry." Since when the fuck did he apologize to cops! "It's Winston. Dallas Winston."

The man just stared at him, Curtis already written across the top of the paper in big, bold letters. "Are you sober, kid?"

"Yes, I'm fuckin' sober! My name's not Curtis. How the fuck do you not know me?" To his horror, he feels hot tears in the back of his throat. He's just some no-good juvenile delinquent every bastard officer in this town knows by name except this one apparently because all he is is trouble. And Darry hated him.

"Sure, kid." The man shuffles his papers together. "Officer Matthews has already called your- big brother is it? He's on his way."

"He's not my brother!" And now he's actually cryin' which is bullshit! Who cares! Who cares that Darry is gonna look at him just like his father did. Like he was a burden he'd do anythin' to get rid of. Like the worst thing Dallas ever did was simply show up in his life one day. Dallas is used to this. He's not someone who stays. He was meant to be left. He's a violent dog. He only knows how to bite.

"Dallas?" Darry's voice makes him jump. He doesn't pull his hands away from where they're pressed so hard into his eyes that he sees stars. He can't bear to look up and see what he already knows he will—not hatred, but cold, cold indifference.

"Out." Darry isn't talkin' to him, Dallas can tell he's turned around by the way his voice bounces back to him off the cement walls. He flinches anyway. "Please." He adds like an afterthought and Dallas hears the door open and close.

"I'm goin' to touch you, ok?" Dallas doesn't say anythin', just makes a low noise in the back of his throat. He feels Darry gently tip his head back, eyes still squeezed shut. He feels him softly check the area on his jaw he knows will bruise tomorrow and run experimental fingers along his ribs for breaks. Dally hisses once and Darry immediately pulls back.

"Oh, Dallas." And suddenly Dallas is fuckin' cryin' again. Darry sounds so tired and worn down and old. Did Dallas do that? Did Dallas make him like that? And the sob that catches in his throat makes him choke.

But then he's pressed against Darry's chest and his hands are strong on Dalla's back and in his hair and Dallas doesn't even fight it. Just lets himself be held and doesn't even mind he feels as small as Ponyboy.

"Come on, Dallas Curtis. Let's go home."

[seldompathic]

"I missed you."

[deadgutzmomo]

somno,, loser big brother / adoring little brother, probably cnc

older loser brother living in the basement, and the only person who can stand the smell is his youngest brother who just adores him, so it’s no big surprise when older brother gets attached to his visits. just waiting for little brother to come home so he can drag him down to the basement and show him this cool new movie he found!!, so what it’s a horror? big brother is right here so there’s no reason to be scared, so what when big brother convinces their parents to move little brothers bed into the basement, of course they make it into one big bed because older brother said ‘why have two small beds when we can have one big bed, we will just stay on our sides!’ so what when big brother smothers himself against his sleeping little brother, he’s just soft and warm when he’s asleep, so what when little brother starts rutting into the bedsheets at night moaning gently into his pillowcase, of course big brother is going to wrap his arms around his littles brothers waist and gently rock him into the bed harder, what kinda brother would he be if he left little brother to suffer?!, and if little brothers wakes up embarrassed about his sticky boxers big brother is right there to tell him it’s okay!!

[shh-its-cass]

@jason-peter-todd-harper

💤 ⤴️ Soon. 👌❔

[umbrellajam]

Tales of the Teen Titans #53 - Dick and Kory vs. Donna and Terry; very cute doubles match inside Titans Tower

Batman (Vol. 1) #468 - Tim practicing against a ball machine at Wayne Manor. Bizarrely, he's shown playing both left- and right-handed in different panels (but primarily left). Artist mistake Ambidextrous Tim evidence?!

[turtleblogatlast]

AU starts here!

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…and then i realized the setting and clothes didn’t match the fic

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close ups under the cut!

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