youthful-vengeance

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I wouldn’t call it cool. It sucks in here.

Woah… what?! You can fly?! That’s awesome, what the heck?! Lucky..!

Well, you know- not the whole- death thing, but it’s really cool that you can fly, Jason!

Mhm! Yep, sure! I don’t mind; most of the people I know call me that anyways. :>

B!!

i- woah!

what the heck?! is it really you?!

— @halluci-jason

I- Whuh..?!

Jason?!

Well, I’m… a part of him, yeah…

…

Uh, hello! It’s nice to meet you!

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there are things i wanna be that i already was

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B!!

i- woah!

what the heck?! is it really you?!

— @halluci-jason

I- Whuh..?!

Jason?!

Well, I’m… a part of him, yeah…

…

Uh, hello! It’s nice to meet you!

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I’ll take what I can get!

‘Hn’s in your general direction.

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‘Hn’s in your general direction.

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soooo…. your older self. what are your thoughts on him?

— ☕️

“Oh… I…”

A loaded question for the poor boy. So many thoughts appeared about the topic at hand, yet most, if not all, felt too rude to be said aloud.

He twiddles his thumbs, and his back straightens involuntarily — like his body was physically preparing itself for a harsh scolding.

“I… I dunno.”

“I just-”

For a moment, his face was creased with an intensity that shouldn’t be present on a child’s face.

“I thought I really- finally got it. That he didn’t have anything left to hide anymore. That he’s a good guy. But now?”

Bruce sighs. His thumbs begin to stop their anxious motions.

“I don’t know anymore. I guess he hides me back here, with all the bad stuff, for a reason, right? I mean, I’m not surprised- I always knew he hated me. I just didn’t realise how much.”

He looks down, his frown growing tighter by the minute. A shiver then goes down his spine as a crisp wind swirled around his tiny frame.

His legs were cold. His arms were cold. He was cold. The goosebumps that prickled his skin were a permanent reminder of that.

A foolish wish that temporarily made itself known — one where he was back in the manor, hugging his mother and father, one where he was safe and warm and happy — dissipated as quickly as it came.

“I guess I’m just… tired. But that’s normal. Oh, and confused. I don’t… hate him. But I don’t really like him either. That might change, though. Who knows.”

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ooc: only. only.

taking to Brucie Wayne Mun, How many asks does your inbox have...??

ooc. only 449! I've been picking at it a bit :D

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Happy Chrismukkah! Or, like, happy holidays in general to everybody! :D

I got a lot of gifts from my family!! I can’t wait to open them; I’m so excited!!! ^_^

Alfred says I have to finish eating breakfast first though… Hmph.

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Bruce proceeds to awkwardly, silently stare at the report.

i'd like to report this kid called bruce. he lost his parents in an alleyway..

Oh no! As we said in a prior post, GCPS is not equipped to deal with crime of such a scale. If you know the location of the child, we would love to meet him. Thanks in advance!

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batfam as my diagnosis’s

bruce wayne: autistic

dick grayson: autistic

jason todd: autistic

tim drake: autistic

damian wayne: autistic

duke thomas: autistic

cassandra cain: autistic

stephanie brown: autistic

barbara gordon: autistic

alfred pennyworth: chronic migraines

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good morning guys :)

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I don’t like coffee. :<

Pfft, it’s ironic. I know.

It’s too bitter. Too gross. Too ew.

Hot chocolate (especially with marshmallows and whipped cream and chocolate curls!) is where it’s at and you all know I’m right. (˘ ˘ ˘)

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soooo…. your older self. what are your thoughts on him?

— ☕️

“Oh… I…”

A loaded question for the poor boy. So many thoughts appeared about the topic at hand, yet most, if not all, felt too rude to be said aloud.

He twiddles his thumbs, and his back straightens involuntarily — like his body was physically preparing itself for a harsh scolding.

“I… I dunno.”

“I just-”

For a moment, his face was creased with an intensity that shouldn’t be present on a child’s face.

“I thought I really- finally got it. That he didn’t have anything left to hide anymore. That he’s a good guy. But now?”

Bruce sighs. His thumbs begin to stop their anxious motions.

“I don’t know anymore. I guess he hides me back here, with all the bad stuff, for a reason, right? I mean, I’m not surprised- I always knew he hated me. I just didn’t realise how much.”

He looks down, his frown growing tighter by the minute. A shiver then goes down his spine as a crisp wind swirled around his tiny frame.

His legs were cold. His arms were cold. He was cold. The goosebumps that prickled his skin were a permanent reminder of that.

A foolish wish that temporarily made itself known — one where he was back in the manor, hugging his mother and father, one where he was safe and warm and happy — dissipated as quickly as it came.

“I guess I’m just… tired. But that’s normal. Oh, and confused. I don’t… hate him. But I don’t really like him either. That might change, though. Who knows.”

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i’m so ill .

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STOP TELL ME WHY ON THE FIRST THING BRUCE SAYS ABOUT CLARK IS THAT HE’S ‘SHORTER THAN I IMAGINED’?! HELP???

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:(

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THEM…. UEUEUE..!!