#v. dc.

[drekkavac]

[  𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.  ]      𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘.   ❝  oh  she  laughs  !  She  can  smile  too  .  ❞

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒  ,  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒  ,  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐀𝐑𝐄?   The  laugh  had  come  to  her  seemingly  out  of  nowhere.   Her  life  until  this  point  had  been  nothing  but  waking  nightmares  for  them.   If  she  though  hard  enough  ,  the  last  time  she  𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  herself  to  smile  ,  to  laugh  …  They  found  out.   They  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  knew.   Somehow  …

Legacy  had  a  way  of  finding  out  everything.

Even  now  ,  in  a  𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  attempt  to  find  freedom  that  she  still  wondered  was  real  or  not.   She  could  kill  him  right  now.   It'd  be  easy.   It  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  have  been  easy  before.   It  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  have  been  easy.   But  for  one  reason  or  another  ,  she  couldn't  do  it.   A  momentary  error  that  they  were  still  debating  was  a  good  one.

It's  when  @halfdent  brings  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  to  the  gesture  of  hers  ,  that  laugh  that  had  snuck  out  without  her  knowing  ,  causing  her  face  to  darken  to  a  light  shade  of  pink  to  betray  the  pale  almost  ghost  like  features.   Had  she  known  who  her  mother  was  …  she  would  know  her  to  be  the  one  to  give  her  those  features  ,  along  with  the  one  green  eye  she  possessed  to  pair  with  the  𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐋𝐘  icy  blue  one  on  the  other  side.   Eyes  look  down  from  him  ,  cast  now  to  her  fidgeting  hands.   There  is  was  ,  the  quick  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐋  of  emotion  to  bring  back  the  cold  exterior  she  learned  to  be  the  safer  expression.

❝  Are  bad  jokes  something  everyone  does?  ❞    It  was  a  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊  deflect  from  her  own  actions.   Common  when  someone  pointed  out  something  that  made  her  nervous  ,  as  if  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  didn't  make  her  nervous  out  here  ,  so  long  without  returning  home.   So  long  that  she  was  beginning  to  wonder  when  she  would  be  pulled  back.   It  happened  every  time  she  ran.   One  way  or  another  ,  they  always  pulled  her  back.   They'd  been  watching  ,  waiting  for  that  to  happen  ,  but  those  agents  never  came.   The  joke  had  been  the  first  time  she  had  let  that  guard  even  in  the  𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓.    ❝  Or  is  it  just  you?  ❞    The  words  she  spoke  were  English  ,  she  was  fluent  in  the  language  along  with  many  others  ,  but  the  accent  that  went  with  it  𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘  had  a  Russian  sound  to  it.    ❝  You're  different  from  most  people.  ❞

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

“Through the Ages”

[freefallintothevoid]

The real reason everyone makes fun of Dicks Discowing outfit is because he's the only one that can somehow pull it off

Every superhero and vigilante has has a costume like that at some point, something daring or a bit ridiculous that in hindsight that they just couldn't make work for whatever reason. Nightwing? The pretty motherfucker not only made it work, he slayed in that outfit. It looks ridiculous by itself on display in the batcave but not when Nightwing puts it on

The only reason Dick doesn't know this is because all his siblings have collectively gaslit him into thinking that it's his worst costume to date.

[brandonlees]

V FOR VENDETTA 2005, dir. James McTeigue

[slightly-sad-sloth]

Damian’s prosthetic spine is my Roman Empire

COMMS OPEN

Text ver. of the handwriting under cut in case it's hard to read

Comic; page 1

Panel 1 -

(Halfway up a skyscraper)

Damian: X-ray vision.

Jon: would it kill you to say please?

Panel 2 -

Damian: Does baby need to be coddled?

(Bomb)

Panel 5-

(whole ass metal spine)

Panel 6 -

(pamphlet saying 'childhood scoliosis spinal implants. Titanium rod')

Jon: Man, your scoliosis must've been bad, huh?

Comic; Page 2

Panel 3 -

Jon: it's the red one by the way

Panel 4 -

Jon: Wanna swing by mine for leftover pie after?

Damian: sure.

Sketches;

Page 1:

Headcanons.

Cracks back like old man

Has to do regular back exercises

Page 2:

Headcanon 2

Rubs back of neck/where chip was when upset

(I know he wouldn't have a scar, but consider scars are cool)

Page 3:

Banner: Paralysed by a colourful serial killer club

Barbara: Joker. You?

Damian: ... Flamingo

The dynamic

At heart, a good person

Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing

[uncharted-constellations]

It’s been a minute, (both post wise and design wise) so decided to update the fam + a couple additions compared to last time

[frownyalfred]

we need to keep emphasizing the dread of being hunted in Batman movies/media. the sound of the batmobile’s engine screaming in The Batman (2022) made my entire theater freeze in their seats. Batman Begins had the dock scene where Batman comes out of nowhere to answer a terrified goon’s “Where are you??” with a simple whispered “Here.” BVS had the wall-busting scene AND the part in the basement where Batman was perched up on the wall hiding from sight like his namesake.

they’re all one-off moments but should truly be extended a little bit. remind the audience how terrifying it is to be the focus of the Bat’s attention. the horrifying inevitability of being hunted down by him, knowing there is no escape. but not being able to see or even hear him unless he wants you to.

[drekkavac]

             This  woman  seemed  ,  𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃  at  best.   But  someone  who  could  really  focus  when  she  needed  to.   That  was  where  they  were  going  to  focus  their  attention  on.   That  was  what  was  going  to  make  them  ultimately  agree  on  the  temporary  team  up  to  get  the  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊  out  of  there.   The  idea  of  any  friendships  forming  was  never  something  on  their  mind.   It  was  always  just  …  easier  ,  to  be  the  loner.

             As  insane  as  this  woman  was  ,  the  plan  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓.   The  plan  ,  if  everything  went  off  the  way  they  wanted  …  Might  actually  work.   The  catch  was  going  to  be  making  sure  that  the  plan  worked.   All  it  would  take  is  one  of  the  other  inmates  throwing  a  wrench  in  the  plan  ,  or  one  of  the  guards  or  orderlies  catching  on.   They  needed  to  be  clever  about  this  ,  &  also  make  sure  they  waited  for  the  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓  moment  to  act.   Part  of  the  hard  part  of  breaking  out  of  any  institution  was  the  waiting  game.

             Eyes  shifted  over  to  where  the  orderlies  tasked  with  watchin  them  were  stationed.   One  of  them  looking  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  way  ,  causing  Anya  to  make  sure  to  take  detailed  account  of  his  face.   If  he  didn't  go  &  blab  about  it  to  his  superiors  …  He  was  probably  going  to  be  one  who  was  dumb  enough  to  come  between  them  ,  &  their  freedom.

             ❛❛  𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥.  ❜❜     They  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  about  reaching  to  shake  Harley's  hand.   But  thought  better  after  catching  that  look  from  the  man  across  the  room.   Shaking  her  hand  would  tell  them  some  sort  of  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋  took  place.   That  would  only  raise  more  suspicion.    ❛❛  𝐖𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  …  𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬  𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞  𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚  𝐛𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.  ❜❜

Harley let out a low, wicked laugh, eyes flicking over the room with a sparkle of excitement. “Oh, babe, you better believe it’s gonna be a madhouse! The minute security drops, it’ll be every loon for themselves, runnin' wild through Arkham like kids on a sugar high! Absolute chaos—just how I like it!”

She shrugged with a playful smirk. “Good luck to 'em all, yeah. ‘Course, it means we’ll have to dodge a few folks who think they can jump on our tail, but that’s where my special lil’ stash comes in.” She gave a sly wink, tapping her hip where her hidden tools would come into play. “A couple smoke bombs, maybe a few other tricks up my sleeve... you know, just to clear our path in the commotion.”

Harley grinned wider, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “So when the lights go out and all hell breaks loose, we slip through the mess while the guards are chasin' everyone else. Let the others keep ‘em busy while we take the straight shot out. Pure an’ simple! You get that arm back, I get the last laugh, and by the time they realize, we’re long gone.”

She reached across the table, offering a gloved hand to Anya, her eyes gleaming. “So, partner—ya ready to shake on it?”

[we-ezer]

Tim doesn't think the new kid knows how. . . . sad he looks.

His long hair is limp and he's always brushing it over his eyes like it's a nervous tic. On the rare occasion they're visible, the blue color is entirely too watery and dark circles too pronounced to ignore. They're guaranteed to make you feel like you're watching a SPCA commercial complete with the "in the arms of an angel" soundtrack. It's even more unfair when Steph says the new kid gives him a run for his money.

"I don't look like that."

Steph scoffs, "Yes, you do. Just more unhinged than pathetic wet cat."

Tim decides either the new kid needs to get better or he needs to give up coffee and one of those things is not happening.

i.e. Danny is on the run from his parents and the GIW after his friends and sister were caught in the crossfire. After being on the run for a couple years, he decides it's safe enough to stop in Gotham to finish his schooling (under a fake name). He didn't count on being forcefully absorbed into a new friend group (something he very much tries to resist). It doesn't help that Gotham's rancid ectoplasm makes his temper flare when they get too pushy.

[drekkavac]

𝐓𝐖𝐎  -  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  ;      ‘  y’were  dreamin’.’  The  familiar  look  in  their  eyes  lacks  HARVEY’s  soft  watery  gaze  ,  voice  too  hoarse.  ‘  go  back  to  sleep.’  Far  be  it  from  TWO-FACE  to  hesitate  in  anything  but  a  hand  comes  to  run  through  her  hair  briefly  before  he  pulls  away  .   ﹐   @halfdent.

             Had  they  been  awake  ,  they  would  have  seen  the  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒  that  they  were  safe.   They  would  have  seen  the  signs  of  𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄  surrounding  them.   But  instead  ,  stuck  in  their  own  nightmares  …  They  weren't  in  Gotham.   They  weren't  with  them.   Trapped  in  their  head  ,  all  they  could  see  was  that  base.

❛❛  Keep  going  Anya!  Again!  ❜❜

             Sharp  commands  rung  through  the  room  ,  echoing  like  it  was  coming  from  someone  𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑.   When  eyes  shifted  to  focus  on  the  other  asset  in  the  center  of  the  ring  with  her  …  It  wasn't  just  another  asset.   It  was  𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄.

             A  scenario  they  had  been  forced  into  time  &  time  again.   Project  Legacy  couldn't  𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄  decent.   Defection  couldn't  be  tolerated.   A  lesson  needed  to  be  taught.   One  that  would  work  for  Anya  at  least  for  a  very  long  time.   Twin  eyes  looked  up  from  a  battered  face.   Blood  covering  any  other  features  that  might  reveal  the  identity  of  the  child  cowering  at  her  feet.

             Hands  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑.   Shaking  at  their  sides  until  they  chance  to  look  away  from  their  brother  ,  the  other  half  of  them  ,  &  instead  looking  to  bloody  hands  ,  only  for  them  to  turn  into  a  fist.   It's  hard  to  see.   Hard  to  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓  even  though  they  know  how  this  plays  out.   They  know  how  this  ends.   They've  been  here  before  …  Many  times.   Hesitation  kicks  in  …  Her  head  shaking  at  him  when  he  begs  her  to  do  as  they  ask.   Tears  that  had  been  held  in  her  heterochromatic  hues  since  they  started  this.

❛❛  I  said  NOW  Asset.   Attack!  ❜❜

             There's  a  stabbing  feeling  in  their  head.   Like  a  𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄  being  driven  into  their  temple.   It  hurts  ,  enough  to  knock  their  focus  from  the  defiance  ,  head  shaking  with  the  sharp  headache  now  clouding  their  senses.   It  didn't  matter  now.   Gone  were  the  days  where  a  Soldier  would  come  to  rescue  the  lost  children.   The  Soldier  was  gone  ,  it  was  all  over.   That  switch  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒  though.   Doing  exactly  as  intended  ,  blocking  everything  except  the  main  directive.   Attack  the  other  asset.   Angry  eyes  stalking  toward  the  badly  beaten  teen  …  Before  eyes  open.

             Eyes  open  ,  &  the  room  they  had  just  been  in  was  𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.   The  cold  ,  gym  like  room  traded  for  the  space  she  called  home  now.   It  wasn't  the  building  that  made  it  home  …  It  was  them.   Cold  didn't  feel  cold  when  they  were  with  them.   Not  like  it  used  to.   It's  not  the  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  nightmare  they've  had  since  meeting  Harvey.   He  was  always  there.   Ready  to  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃  &  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓.   Ready  to  protect  against  the  demons  of  their  past  coming  back  to  remind  them  of  their  wrong  doings.

             Except  this  time  …  It's  not  Harvey.   In  the  dark  ,  it  could  be  hard  to  tell.   Often  times  they  have  to  rely  on  𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒  ,  little  tells  at  who  has  the  driver's  seat  in  any  given  moment.   Sounds  are  the  main  clue  though.   Micro  expressions  being  something  you  have  to  read  just  to  know  who  you're  talking  to.   Harvey's  called  her  an  enigma  before  …  But  he  &  Two  bring  a  whole  new  meaning  to  the  word.   It's  beautiful.   That  𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋  ,  small  &  soft  ,  but  present  …  Tells  them  all  they  need  to  know  who  it  is.

             Shoulder's  tense.   Waiting  for  some  sort  of  comment  that  will  𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘  pull  Harvey  to  come  to  their  defense.   Something  about  being  𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐑  ,  but  instead  there  are  few  words  ,  as  gentle  as  they've  ever  felt  the  alter  ,  combing  a  hand  through  disheveled  brown  locks.   A  hand  reaches  up  ,  feeling  his  hand  𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.   Not  yet  ,  she  still  needs  that.   A  weathered  hand  grabs  for  his  ,  a  bit  of  insistence  in  the  pressure  used  to  squeeze  his  ,  but  all  she  can  do  is  shake  her  head  while  tears  attempt  to  fall  unseen  under  cover  of  darkness.    ❛❛  𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐦𝐲  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐟  𝐈  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐭𝐨.  ❜❜    No  surprise  there.   If  he  had  a  peak  into  her  mind  he'd  understand.    ❛❛  𝐈'𝐦  𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲  𝐈  𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮.  ❜❜

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Saw a post recently that mentioned how underrated Damian's sense of humor is, so I went ahead and decided to find some of my fave moments, pt. 1

pt. 2

[theerurishipper]

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Masterpost

[charlietheepicwriter7]

“Psst! Old Geezer!”

“The fuck did you just call me–!” Dick Grayson was a lot of things–cop, detective, vigilante, handsome beyond mortal comprehension–but he wasn’t old! Twenty-three was not old! When he got his hands on that brat– “Oh, it’s you. You need to knock it off, kid.”

The kid in question had become something of a legend to the Central Bloodhaven Police Department. Detective O’Mallery had dubbed the kid “Stalky,” but Dick thought Lurky was a more accurate name; the kid lurked outside murder scenes, often showing up before the press… and sometimes, before the cops. Lurky was a short kid, easily half Dick’s height, and pale. He practically glowed, lighting up the alley Dick was guarding. He wore a black overcoat that swamped his tiny body, with the sleeves and hem cut to fit the child’s frame and a stiff gothic collar that reached his ears. Lurky’s black hair and blue eyes uncomfortably reminded Dick of—

“Nah, i don’t think i will,” the kid dismissed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “‘Sides, you can’t do anything to stop me.”

“I can arrest you,” Dick said, completely serious. “You’re interfering with a crime scene, again. I’d be well within my rights to do so.” The kid looked unimpressed. 

“Okay, boomer.”

Dick resisted the urge to murder a child. Barely. 

“Besides,” Lurky continued, “I just wanted to do my civic duty and inform you of the bloody knife three alleys over. Pretty sure it could help solve the crime scene there.” He gestured towards the apartment building behind Dick. “Andrew Grant-Williams, age 36, apartment 214. Right?”

“How the hell did you know that?”

“What, that thing with the knife? I looked for it, obviously.”

“No, about the suspect!” Dick glared at Lurky. “There’s no way you could have pinpointed who in the apartment died; did you steal a police radio!?” If he did, then Dick would actually have to arrest the kid. 

“No, I didn’t steal a police radio. Yet.” Dick tried really hard to ignore that last part. He’d done far worse things as Robin, after all. “His wife told me.”

Andrew Grant’s wife, Patrisa, died four years ago in a mugging gone wrong. Before Dick could question Lurky further, Dick blinked and Lurky vanished just like Batman. 

Even worse? Dick bothered checking the dumpster three alleys over and found, underneath a bag of kitchen scraps, a hunting knife, still bloody. 

[brandonlees]

Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.

V FOR VENDETTA 2005, dir. James McTeigue

[arunneronthird]

tell 'em all they'll love in my shadow