Just Looked Over To Find My Cat Had Somehow Crawled Into The Sleeve Of My Jacket ???? Fucking Wheezing.

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I think more people need to play around with Damian's speech. Don't get me wrong, I love the antiquated Victorian child style of speech, but also he's a teenager that swears plenty in the comics. We really need more scenes like:

Damian: Father, I regret to inform you that I have been assigned in-school suspension for the next three days.

Bruce: What, why?!

Damian: My classmate Kevin was disparaging a female classmate for turning him down, so I called him 'a rizz-less, basic-ass neckbeard bitch' and said I was going to fuck his mom and give her a son she'd actually love.

Bruce: *is completely speechless*

Damian: That is all I needed to tell you. If you will excuse me, I have homework to complete before dinner and patrol.

i see ur bad parents jack and janet and raise u supportive but like… so unaware:

tim, kissing his mum on the cheek: i’m gonna go take photos of the bats

janet, genuinely unbelieving: make sure you wrap up warm sweetheart

jack: so, what do you need the new camera for?

tim: oh, i like to take photos of robin

jack: ok. well. how about one with a good zoom?

tim: mum, dad, im going to go find nightwing and make him become robin again!

jack and janet, fed up of the constant talk at the dinner table of how batman is becoming ‘evil’, enthusiastically handing over bus money: good luck sweetheart! call us if you need anythint

Tim couldn't make it he was in Paris also not in the group chat

Tim Drake’s self preservation instincts do NOT kick in

Junior turns on his heels, a manic grin spread wide accross his cheeks. Scars of a grotesque smile pull in a permanent mimicry of happiness as a hysterical giggle filters through his lips.

"What do you get, when the Sun disappears?"

The captured Kryptonian blinks, "what?"

JJ's grin grows impossibly wider, "A dead Super."

Superman gulps.

Looks are exchanged amongst the league and bats, confusion marring the gazes of all but one- Batman, who watches the proceedings with a sense of dreaded resignation.

"Hello, JJ."

Joker Junior grins delightedly, "Hello Batsy!"

"JJ, what are you doing here? Could you take your pills- or at least give control back to Tim, please?"

JJ merely smiles in response, before turning to Nightwing, arms swinging widely at his side as he does. "Nighty Nighty, what do you get, When a birdie leaves the nest?"

Nightwing frowns in confusion. "What, Tim?- what's going on?" JJ giggles in response. "Wrong!!! Nighty Nighty when the birdie takes flighty, does he find accused insanity. Nighty Nighty do you like reality?" Nightwing stares, befuddled, into Tim’s manic gaze. "Tim-"

"Nuh-uh. I'm fronting now. You wanted insanity and now your wish came true- turn that frown, upside down!! Daddy does so love a smile. He cut one for me, see?" At the words, Tim gestures to his scarred face.

The assembled (captured) heroes only manage to stare in confused horror as Bruce closes his eyes in resignation.

"Junior,"

"Yes Batsy?"

"Could you let us go?"

Junior hummed, peering at Batman for a moment, before grinning again, body moving in a mockery of a fluttering bird, "What do you get, when packaged is insanity?"

Bruce looks at him helplessly, "I don't know. What?"

JJ's grin takes an increasingly sinister edge, "a birthday present." Bruce winces in response. "Ah."

A confused Green Lantern cuts in, "Bats? What's he on about?"

Bruce grunts, shifts, and then sighs. Regret tinges his voice as he speaks. "It appears... Junior is taking revenge on Tim's behalf."

Junior cackles. "Batsy, Batsy. Theres a nugget of thought after all- you should drip it till it falls..."

modern au where this is how Hiccup lost all of Berk's gold

Ah.... yeah that's ummmm yeah

The gasp I just gusped upon remembering that Dick was not mentally in a good place right before Damian died, and Damian knew it. So then for Damian to come back to life and to be told that Dick is dead... I can only imagine what his initial assumption must have been.

Bruce: who are you? A new crime lord?

Jason: *takes off his helmet*

Bruce: *squints suspiciously* a new crime lord who looks like a grown up version of my dead son?

Jason: *sighs in annoyance and forces a bright smile*

Bruce: JASON THE NEW CRIME LORD???

Heart wrenching... more writers should write Bruce like this, as a man who cares so so much, but can't show it as Batman, cuz if he shows weakness his villains will exploit it, they have before

Bruce is known for bottling up his emotions, shoving them aside in favor of the greater good, the work that needs to be done, getting rid of his own so he can deal with other peoples. But… emotions have to come out, they always do. And bruce knows that. And plans for it. And after Jason’s death… he shoves it all down, shoves it away, so he can focus on Dick, and Alfred, and Gotham, and Tim, who’s newly introduced into his life, and then… and then he shoves them all out of the house, for one day. Asks for one day. Gives Dick and Tim bonding time, forces Alfred to finally take a “sick day” and meet up with some old military buddies. But Tim forgets his phone, and heads back into the Manor to grab it, telling Dick to wait outside.

And he goes down to the cave, because thats where he left it last-

And stumbles upon bruce, kneeling on the floor in front of Jason’s memorial case, his old robin suit clutched in his hands. 

Tim almost speaks, almost goes closer, when Bruce tips back his head and screams, the sound so bone chilling and frightening- that Tim almost thinks for a moment hes been mind controlled or something- but it devolves into sobs, heart wrenching, horrible sobs, as he screams his hatred and sadness at the world, his wrath at his son being taken from him, his sorrow that it was so soon. 

Bruce wails in mourning, every pent up emotion from everything just exploding outward. 

Tim retreats back up the stairs and lies, tells Dick his phone was in his pocket the whole time.

I'm not crying you're crying

Uncanny X-Men #6 - "The Change in Ourselves" (2024)

written by Gail Simone art by Javier Garron & Matthew Wilson