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he can take him

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So i found some really cool color filters and i blacked out

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He is not hiding at all!

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Definitely the sexiest thing about Harvey Dent across Batman continuities is when, y'know shortly after losing half his face, he starts working his way through the Gotham underworld and you can very quickly tell that this isn't what you'd call a rampage. 'Rampage' implies he's acting pretty much purely on impulse, but no, he sits down with various mob goons, maybe goes apeshit on a few of them, does his coin flip, et cetera, but the whole time, you can tell, he has thought about this for years. He's figured out all the gang hierarchies, he knows all the hangouts, he knows exactly where the gaps in his knowledge are and whose ass he has to kick to fill them, and he's working his way through it like a grocery list. And it's clear that for years the law was the only thing holding him back from doing this and now it's not holding him back anymore. It's equal parts terrifying and satisfying and anyway that breach of the line of law and the childhood friend thing is absolutely why he's actually Batman's greatest Rogue. Because Batman has also thought like, way way, way too much about what he would do if he didn't have his code. Do you see the vision here???

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Ares and Aphrodite <3

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here's my lil ed n' oz ref while I'm working on a piece that'll take a little longer

i believe that men should be able to slay, so i make it happen

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Even worse if he died from sepsis from the bullet wound. Like as much as the trap wasn’t his fault, Lawrence can’t deny that the bullet was. After his death, he thinks of a million ways he could’ve done things differently, but it’s all too late

goddd. au where lawrence does come back for adam. he gets him to the hospital. only for him to die at said hospital a week or so later

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I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

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Sometimes a family is:

You (a literal monster)

Your (tastefully cannibalistic, performance artist) mom

Her gay doctor best friend that she gets together with in their forties

Your old money dad (Mom's ex-husband)

His husband (gentrifier)

Your parents dead son (whose memories You kind of have? And who's lung you grew from after being fed chicken broth?)

Grandma

Grandma's cleaning lady (They might be fucking)

Uncle Joe (doesn't talk but VERY supportive of you being a monster)

The many, many dead neighborhood pets you've eaten (actually, that might not be part of the family. That might just be snacks)

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osgood perkins talking abt dale in fangoria ... ughhhhhhh

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girl you are strange and offputting

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Okay. But when Bruce discovers Talia knew Jason was alive? That she knew his child was the man under the red hood. His boy.

Oh.

Jason’s met and memorized every facet of Bruce Wayne. He knows Bruce by the way his eyes melt when he looks at him, to the hard lines of his cowl. He knows where Bruce starts and Batman ends.

When Bruce rips off his cowl to give her the deepest glare Jason’s ever seen, he’s reminded there’s no difference. Fear hits his stomach when he swallows,

“Hey, old man, don’t fucking blame HER. She has NO obligation to you—“

Bruce’s eyes are unblinking, wide, jumping from her frozen form to him. And Jason’s suddenly 10 again, running from hungry stray dogs cornering him in a place with no exit.

Bruce’s voice is shadow and whisper, “Quiet.”

“…Okay.”

“Damian,” he rasps, pointing at the small figure with dark hair and green eyes, who looks at neither of them. He looks at Talia. Jason thinks it’s fair. He’s never seen her scared, either. “Car. Cave. Stay. “

There’s something incredibly bitter in Jason when he just does. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t rebel. He wants to, with every fiber and matter and crumb in his body. And his body says no.

He grabs Damian like he’s an angry cat, not the small assassin he knew since he was born. He doesn’t look back. He doesn’t want to, he realizes.

“Did you know?” Bruce asks, such a deadly calm to him, too calm for the winter in his eyes. Talia would’ve preferred a blade to the neck.

She can’t meet his eye. Almost like if she doesn’t face his hatred, his disapproval, his disappointment, it doesn’t count. “I did. “

“…Whatever you do,” she’d take it as pity if he didn’t sound repulsed , “you’re still his daughter.”

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have you seen him?

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Can we talk about how every version of Beetlejuice has some sort of cowboy form

There's nothing else to this post I just really enjoy CowboyJuice