Dark Knights Of Steel (2021) # 1

percy is so fucking lucky that will can't read minds or see in the past because if he found out percy thought about throwing wonderbread at nico for being too out of it and groaning literal minutes after waking up from a near death trance, oh boy

it wouldn't matter that percy jackson is the most powerful demigod they know he'd be toast in seconds

small compilation of jin collecting his children ♡

bonus:

Obsessed with how shy Bruce was. He was so introverted and awkward. He comes across so confident when he’s in the suit but immediately when he’s out of it he seems like he just wants to sink through the floor when talking with people. Every time he had to make eye contact it looked like it caused him physical pain. Incredible

brown haired jimin: your cute next-door neighbor who smiled at you once and now you’re in love with him

black haired jimin: if looks could kill, an epitome of sin, beauty and lust, devil’s right hand, makes you sexually frustrated, would fight him

orange haired jimin: easily makes you flustered and he loves it, likes to play hard to get, lowkey that bad boy you fell in love with

pink haired jimin: absolute fluff, his hair probably smells like a cotton candy, artistic boyfriend material, can do pirouettes with eyes closed

silver haired jimin: makes intense eye contact, soft mysterious vibes, would wink at you when he walks by, smells so good it’s insane

blonde haired jimin: every men’s gay awakening, he’s prettier than all girls in your class, sassy yet soft king, likes to hug his friends a LOT, if looks could kill pt.2

TO ALL THE BITCHES WHO SAID JIN CANT SING

Cr: btsxarmie

Battinson

Gordon: You've got a little *gestures toward his eye* little something there, man.

Bruce, lurking in the corner of Gordon's office:

Gordon: You know, I've got allergies too. I've been taking Algersil; it works pretty well

Bruce: *mumbles*

Gordon: My eyes water like crazy in the spring, is all I'm saying.

Bruce, leaning in uncomfortably close: What do you mean?

Gordon, taking a deep breath, aware that his Bat friend needs things worded in a certain way: I'm talking about your allergies. Your eyes are always watering.

Bruce:

Bruce: I don't have allergies.

Gordon: Oh? Okay. I was just...maybe the eye makeup makes them water? Or...?

Gordon: You're-

Gordon: I mean, you're not crying all the time, right? *chuckles*

Bruce:

Gordon:

Bruce:

Gordon:...right?

Me, singing along with bts “YOU CAN’T STOP ME LOVING MYSELF” even tho I know damn well that I hate myself and I’m disappointing bts :

bernard loves taking care of tim after his missions of saving gotham. he knows that tim’s always so stubborn in a self preservation type of deal, but he doesn’t care. if he can’t help him out in the field, he can help him at home.

bernard assists by first helping tim shed off his robin suit. he’s careful with his movements, not wanting to jostle the fragile thing beneath his fingertips. he was the last person to ever hurt him, and he didn’t want to ever be one of those people. so he takes his time helping him out of his clothes, allowing tim the space to say no at any moment.

he doesn’t.

so bernard slowly guides tim to the bathroom, cleaning his dirt covered hair with gentle fingers before washing off all the dried blood and debris that caught onto his achy skin. he loves how thorough he is, almost passing out in the tub before being softly shaken so he could keep his eyes open.

tim’s embarrassed to be treated so gently, unlike the roughness of the outside world, but he doesn’t vocalize it because he likes it. he likes being taken care of more than anything and he knows he shouldn’t get attached, but he can’t help it.

and after treating him like he was the most precious treasure on earth, bernard helps tim out of the bath and change into pajamas. tim requests wearing bernard’s clothes because it would make him feel safer, and bernard agrees happily.

but before they could sleep, tim needed to get bandaged up. bernard fished out his first aid kit that he bought immediately after finding out his boyfriend was robin and began to carefully wrap every scratch, cut, and bruise that needed to be compressed. he’s so attentive to what hurt and what didn’t, how each bandage was wrapped tight so there wasn’t a risk of infection or how the gauzes were placed so accurately that it caused a flare up in him.

tim feels like he’s gonna cry.

not because he hates this— oh no, far from it. it’s so intimate and sweet that it’s foreign to him. he’s never had anyone handle him with such kindness before. sure, there was bruce, but bruce wasn’t bernard. no one was.

he notices his choked up expression (of course he does, bernard notices everything) and he placed a gentle kiss as a reminder that he was still there and that he didn’t think any less of him for coming home half dead nearly every week.

after the bandages were done, bernard takes tim into his bed and lays him down. he intended to leave so he could sleep but he felt a gentle clutch at his wrist and a soft sob like voice rip through the air.

“please. stay.”

and how could bernard deny a request like that? he just nods, pressing a benign kiss to tim’s forehead to ensure that he’d stay. sliding into the place next to him, he doesn’t comment about the way tim immediately clings to him and keeps a tight grip on his shirt, almost acting as a lifeline of sorts.

he needs bernard to stay grounded.

and bernard needs him to stay alive.