The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.
Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.
Damian: Wheres Grayson?
Jason: He's probably upstairs combing his hair so "he'll be the prettiest girl at the party"
Dick upstairs: Im gonna be the prettiest girl at the party :)
This is an important aspect of writing Bruce Wayne, I think. To acknowledge that he thinks about and cares about things like accessibility as part of what Wayne Enterprises does.
I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.
Just a date night 🌉❤️
Little Dick and his chips in Batman #54
at 3 am
Tim: You can say 'Have a nice day!' without a problem.
Tim: But you can't say 'Enjoy the next 24 hours' without sounding vaguely threatening.
Jason: How the fuck did you get into my safehouse again?!
Tim, 36 hours of sleep driving like a madman on Gotham roads: FUCKING MOVE. SLOW MOTHER FUCKER WHAT ARE YOU- OH YEAH? JUST WONDER TO THE RIGHT WITHOUT SIGNALLING WHY DONT YA? MAYBE NEXT TIME JUST DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND CRASH INTO THAT GODDAMN TRUCK THATS BACKING OUT THAT YOU DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO GODDAMN SEE-
Damian, just wanting to get to school since Alfred couldn’t drive him: I assure you these imbeciles are not worth your anger Dra-
Tim: I SWEAR IF ANYONE CUTS ME OFF ONE MORE TIME.
*Gets cut off*
Tim: ALRIGHT BITCHES. I WARNED YOU.
Damian, screaming: DRAKE. STOP THIS INSTANT. DRAKE. YOU ARE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD-
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.