I Want Less Of "the Drakes Were Terrible People And Parents And Bruce Rescues Poor Sad Timmy" (not Knocking

Talia put her little boy in a Batman costume

throwing off the yoke of yourself

Lil comic I thought of while watching @dropoutdottv's Adventuring Academy with Ross Bryant as a guest

one of my favourite episodes!

while you were attending therapy i was studying the blade

I'm thinking so hard about a non-superhero Biker AU because the angst in DC is once again getting to me. I mean there's still so much angst but yk... Anyway, listen up:

Bruce Wayne, famous bike racer, son of a famous bike racer. Alfred, his godfather and a pit mechanic, took him in. The Graysons were some of his biggest supports in the sport once Bruce's parents died. We jump ahead a bit, Bruce is sixteen and a baby Dick Grayson is born. He grows up to be inquisitive as hell, skilled in many sports including dance and gymnastics, and of course a fascination with bikes.

When Dick is ten, his parents die in an accident. He's tossed into the foster system for a bit, and Bruce figures that he has to take the kid in. It takes a bit to get the papers approved for him to be a foster parent, but eventually he's cleared and volunteers to take the kid on. Dick takes a while to adjust and process, but Bruce has an extensive garage and Dick is thrilled.

Said garage is where we meet a 12 year oldJason Todd six years later, as he tries to steal the tires off the bat bike. He then gets spotted by Bruce who just wanted to go grocery shopping, but instead gets hit with a tire iron and called a boob. (Gotta give the occasional nod to cannon) Two weeks later, Bruce gets a call about an emergency placement in his area, and when the kid shows up, the fury in his eyes and the ratty old red backpack are unmistakable.

Those two ideas are pretty solid, and I'll keep updating as I come up with ideas and things. Feel free to reblog/reply/ask with any thoughts of your own!

Duke such a talker and its one of my favorite things about him, his narration is long winded and uses so much philosophical language, his verbal speech isn't as bad as other notorious talkers (Dick, Jason, and Steph come to mind) but he is Still talkin

he has so much to say (for himself, for his profession, for his community) and i love him so much for it

I'm still not over the fact that Riz can't afford to go to college.

They were all rich last season & they had to give the money away because of that stupid fucking curse & now Riz can't afford to go to college even though he really fucking wants to.

And yeah, scholarships are still an option but I have a feeling something is going to fuck that up too & I am just so angry at this fictional world for being shitty to my boy who has done nothing but give & help & work himself to the bone because he literally doesn't know how to do anything else...

@bruhman745

Daily affirmation: time to be a fag & a freak

Every time I fail to plug in my phone I think about Sherlock

The reason why I always emphasize that utrh era Jason is 18/19 and refuse to let people forget that Jason and Tim are canonically 2 years apart is because the concept of Jason as a fairly young adult with little to no support system is a fascinating concept to me and it goes under explored in both canon and fanon. I think it adds such an interesting wrinkle to the everything and is a great contrast to all the Red Hood shit. I’m thinking about New Earth Jason specifically here, he’s both younger than post-nu52 Jason and more isolated. Most people at 19, even if they can afford to be out on their own in this economy, still have contact with their family of origin for support. Jason is not only estranged from his family with little to no support system (depending on how much you interpret Talia being involved after Lost Days), he’s also doing mob boss shit while he’s still technically young enough to be somebody’s prom date. He didn’t go to his prom because he was probably in Russia learning how to make bombs or something (and because, yknow, the whole dying thing).

Jason is someone who both had to grow up too fast and by all means should be somewhat emotionally stunted. Not only does trauma stunt you he was catatonic for long enough that he’s missing literal years from his adolescence. He’s young enough that he’s still reeling from trauma from childhood and adolescence (late teens/ early twenties are peak ‘desperately trying to recover from childhood’ era).

I think underneath the rough Red Hood exterior that Jason should be naive in ways that people wouldn’t really expect. He doesn’t have much experience with relationships (both romantic and friendships), and it’s been years since he’s socialized much with people his age (he doesn’t socialize much at all he’s pretty isolated). I think even if he doesn’t look young that at times he would slip up and show that he is

Also I just love the contrast. I like the idea that sometimes you’ll hear Red Hood cackle without the helmet on and you’ll recognize traces of that 15 year old kid and then he’ll shoot someone immediately after. Like imagine if utrh was a Boy King of the underworld sorta deal

My work boots are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever owned.

Also the most comfortable. I chose them after trying on several different brands and comparing lifespan vs usage vs comfort - I needed them for a physically demanding job, not the weekend hiking trails. I could have easily chosen cheaper boots that would have lasted long enough to be worth their low price, but I know the Sam Vimes Boot Theory and knew weaker, less comfortable boots would make my life harder in the long run.

So when the outside edge of the heel started wearing down after three years of heavy use I went to the shop I got them from and said “hey this is a common problem for me with how I walk but now it’s affecting my ankles and knees and I don’t wanna have to buy a new pair, is there a way to fix this?”

The salesman at this very fancy upscale boot store said “oh yeah, there’s a shoe repair place that can give you some heel guards - it’ll keep the rubber from wearing out.”

So at 8am this morning right after my 9hr shift ends I went to the shoe repair shop and it is the most hole-in-the-wall, is-this-a-real-business-or-a-mafia-front, am-I-gonna-get-shot tiny cinder block cube I’ve ever seen in my life. I grew up plenty poor and love me a good hole-in-the-wall business, but going from upscale store to this cash-only repair shop gave me whiplash. Wasn’t expecting this when a guy who wears three piece suits to sell boots said it’s the best place to go.

The skinny kid behind the counter looks somehow 16 and 25 at the same time, but when I tell him this place was recommended he smiles and says to hand over my boots. I hand him the vaguely warm foot-smelling boots, and stand in my socks in the 3’ square entryway surrounded by every color leather polish you could buy and watch as he turns my boots around in his hands, sizes up a crescent moon bits of plastic, and unceremoniously hammers tiny nails through them before handing them back.

The heels are perfectly level again. I can walk without almost rolling my ankles. They don’t clack loudly on the pavement or feel different. This is gonna fix my knee pain. It cost $10.

This kid had every tool he needed within arms reach, worked fast and smoothly, I was in and out the door in less than 8 minutes, and it only cost $10.

I didn’t think anything could cost only $10 anymore. I’m so used to hyperinflation prices I was spiritually thrown back to the 1400’s visiting the cobbler in town square. This kid might have been that cobbler and just decided to never die.

I’m still reeling from the whiplash, and gobsmacked at the price, and thrilled I didn’t have to go buy new, worse work boots (cuz I don’t have that kind of money for a second pair, I’m expecting these ones to last a decade) and it feels like I just experienced one of the rare little chunks of magic that floats around our world.