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His ass fell in that river and has not had a thought since TwT

They should make a new Batman vs Superman with the new Batman and Superman but instead of fighting they make out sloppy styl- WHAT! WHO SAID THAT?! WHO SAID THAT?

Jason and Bruce had an intense fight, which somehow led to an even more intense heart-to-heart

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Jason: … *feeling awkward since he spilled his guts on how Willis still affects him*

Bruce: … *wringing his hands* I called Alfred Dad once… when I was younger…

Jason: *turns to Bruce* ?

Jason: I mean… yeah? Isn’t he basically your Dad and everything?

Bruce: *chuckles softly* Yeah, now. But definitely not back then.

Bruce: He got so… *closes eyes as he searches for the word* mad at me.

Jason: *in disbelief* Mad??? He got mad??

Bruce: Maybe that’s not the right word, but that's what it felt like. He wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks. And even after, he was… distant.

Jason: That’s so fucking cruel! Why would Alfred…? *Jason scowls but relaxes slightly as Bruce throws an arm over his shoulder and snuggles with him*

Bruce: I wasn’t allowed to go outside yet. It was still too fresh from my parents' death, and being swarmed by the media would be… bad. I was stuck alone in the manor with the only person I could talk to giving me the worst silent treatment of my life.

Bruce: Honestly, some of the things I had to go through in my childhood... I don't know why Alfred did the things that he did, or why I had to go through it. But... it happened.

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Bruce can feel Jason get angry before he can see or hear it. He can feel how his son’s body tenses up, as if he were moments away from jumping off the couch and storming the manor to search for the old butler.

Bruce squeezed him closer and ran his fingers through Jason’s hair, wincing as he snagged a few unbrushed knots in the tangled mess.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bruce murmured, unable to suppress the small smile that crept up on his face from the grunt Jason let out, incredibly reminiscent of when Jason was barely up to his waist.

“It’s not,” Jason argued, turning slightly and pushing his face into the crook of Bruce’s neck. “It’s not. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bruce knows that Jason doesn’t mean the questions to sound like accusations, but he winces at the tone anyway. None of his kids can handle being left out of information, even if Bruce deemed it unimportant, like his history with Alfred.

“Alfred was put in a very… difficult position,” Bruce said slowly, tugging gently on one of Jason’s curls. “I’m surprised he kept me. I’m not the easiest person to take care of. You know how I am.”

“That shouldn’t matter if you’re a child.” Jason snapped. “It didn’t matter for you when it was me!” Jason huffed, then paused. “Right? It didn’t matter, did it?”

“I’d go back a trillion and one times to take care of you over and over again. You and all of your siblings.” Bruce chuckled. “But… I wanted you. Wanted all of you. I had a choice. I… I took that away from Alfred.”

Jason grimaces and squeezes Bruce’s hand, pulling his Dad away from the dark thoughts he was bound to fall into.

“Alfred was forced to take care of a traumatized problem child when he only signed up to be a butler. He most likely figured that my parents would shift my custody over to another branch of the family if it came down to it.” Bruce’s fingers twitched with the urge to scratch at his skin, give him something to control, unlike his emotions. “He wasn’t prepared. Who would want to take care of their dead employers' child?”

“But-“

“Alfred is only human, Jay, even if he acts like he’s not,” Bruce said firmly, tilting Jason’s head so he could look into his son’s beautiful green eyes, filled with the determination and need to defend his Dad. “I forgive him. For every mistake that he’s ever made. For all the mistakes he will continue to make. I… I love him, nothing will change that.”

Jason was silent, staring off into the distance as Bruce continued to play with his hair. He turned over what Bruce said in his mind. He could tell that Bruce still hadn’t told him everything, and maybe he never would.

“I forgive you, too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“… yeah. I know.”

“The perfect frame doesn’t exis-“

Bruce: Okay, let me get this straight-

Tim: More like let me get this bi you. 

Jason: Let us ace-ess the situation. 

Dick: Let’s see how this pans out.

Damian: I’m gay. 

Bruce: 

Bruce: That’s all great and all, but WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE KITCHEN FIRE?! 

Comics: Mikey has a C.T.S. (AU?)

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This is a true story based on my real life.

I was diagnosed with this condition a month ago, and I decided that since Mikey is an artist, he will have the same thing as me.🙃

I decided to do everything in the form of a comics and everything that will be described in it and everything that Mikey will experience is 100% true.

I do not know how soon I will update the comic, because I cannot even bend my fingers, I am silent about cooking / drawing / holding anything.

The doctor forbade me, but I do...

It happens. 🙃👍

I've attached a video of myself drawing with a bandage. The video shows Mikey in the last fragment. I hope you get a little pleasure from his funny faces and my attempts to draw them.

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(I want to say that I adore everyone! Thank you all so much for your kind words and time spent! I am always glad to see you! 💕

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening!)

(My God...My arm is going to fall off..)

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Song:

(The video contains an accelerated version of the song)

In the current canon, Damian wants to leave Robin's position and move into the medical field, unlike his older brothers who are vigilantes in adulthood. It's quite therapeutic for him and I think it's a good ending.

Tim is still Robin at 40, though. 🧍

Mute B-127 AU: The Aftermath part 5 (TW: Gore, panic attack)

Part 10 of the "Mute B-127 AU" comic series!

I told myself I'd try to spend less time drawing every single panel. You might have guessed it did not work out XD Once again, thank you so much for your patience <3

Finally, a Bee focused update! I do apologise, he's NOT getting any comfort in a while :< We're getting close to a two-part "episode" that I'm very excited about. Hopefully I can draw it as I imagine

First >> Prev >> Next (around 18th of April)

If you like my art and want to support me, I have a shop at Ko-fi!

Please don't repost my art on other platforms.

Notes:

If it's not clear - Bee saw his own reflection in the metal surface of the wall. It's the first time he's seen his own face, and on top of that he must have gotten terrible flashbacks to Sentinel and the assault. Ratchet really shouldn't have left him alone.

This update is happening right before the previous one, in which Bee stumbles into Elita-1. Optimus and Ratchet are still talking, somewhere else.

And finally, a little more explanation about the injury - Bee's neck got terribly damaged by Sentinel. He subconsciously put his mask on right after that, I assume the whole mechanism was destroyed and took off a part of his faceplate with it. Even before Ratchet could help him he was already grabbing at his injuries. In the IDW comics there is something about a rust disease? Hence the idea his face could have gotten infected, if not taken care of immediately. Ratchet had to pry his faceplate open, repaired the injuries and the mask itself, and let Bee put it on again, for protection.

Did I plan this from the beginning? ....................................*cough*

Thinking about the Bats suppressing their injuries and how yes, they have crazy high pain tolerance, and yes, they are in peak human condition, but ALSO, they do Too Much Shit sometimes and have definitely made injuries worse by accidentally ignoring them

Like, imagine one of them throws out their back doing something Totally Normal and Mundane so they just. Ignore it. Because I literally sneezed, it can’t be that bad, right?

(Spoiler alert: it is that bad)

Tim, moving more slowly than normal and grimacing every few seconds: damn maybe I pulled something

Jason, stopping by to pick up some things he needs while Bruce is out: ?? What’ja do?

Tim: I dunno, but my back really fucking hurts and I’m starting to get all numb and tingly

Jason: ?!?!?

Jason: How long has it been hurting????

Tim: I don’t know??? I guess, like, a few hours???

Jason: What did you do????

Tim: I DON’T KNOW, MAN, IT STARTED AFTER I SNEEZED

Jason, laughing: YOU HURT YOURSELF BY FUCKING SNEEZING????

Tim: THAT LITERALLY CANNOT BE THE CAUSE

Jason: I dunno man, kinda sounds like it

Jason, in tears: Maybe it’s time to retire

Tim: FUCK YOU IM FINE

Tim: WATCH I’LL PROVE IT

Tim, about to do a backflip: oh fuck- OW

Tim: *passes out from the pain*

Jason, still laughing his ass off: Nice landing, Timmy!

Tim:

Jason: Timmy?

Tim:

Jason: Tim?

Jason: oh shit—