#when i get sleepy i lean really hard on motifs and imagery skskfjdjfndksj

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

the poetry of Bruce losing Jason, his son, and through that having Tim (a mirror, always a mirror) come into his life. of a kid who's never done a thing wrong except for reaching out a hand into the darkness to offer kindness to those the world would call monsters carrying on the legacy of a kid who was killed by the worst monster of all. of that kid who was killed coming back monstrous himself and taking out all his hatred on the one kid who could never hate him back. of a brother who wasn't a brother in time getting a second chance. of a family who hides so much of themselves gaining a child and a sibling who sees them so easily and clearly for who they are. of a kid whose family wasn't there finding himself in a family that chooses, over and over again, to be there. of pain and healing coming from the same place. I'm just emotional about Tim Drake tonight, ladies