Dear Parents

Damian: Grayson.

Dick: Yes?

Damian: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Dick:

Dick: Where’s Tim?

I for one think the symbiotic relationship between Tumblr and AO3 is beautiful

Uh- guys, wrong musical.

et tu brute?

Random vent:

I legitimately do not know what is going to happen to me in the future. All I want is to be a firefighter, but two days into emt school and I'm already having a flare up. We went to visit the fire station today, and I nearly passed out just from standing still. I was always such an athletic child, and everyone expected that I would kick ass in this field, yet here I am, struggling to stand. I already knew that I would have a very short, painful career, but now I don't know if I can do it at all.

Does ANYBODY with pots have any tips on how to make some kind of progress with exercise, or at least not be completely out of spoons after? I miss running sm, and it's driving me crazy

[a video starts, obviously filmed on a phone camera and Dick Grayson, son of Famous multi-millionaire comes into frame grinning. He seems to be sitting in his bedroom in The Wayne Manor]

Dick: Hi guys! Today I’m going to be rating things my little baby brother Jason has done!

[a few pieces of card are sitting on his lap, and he holds up the first one]

Dick: number one! Stole the wheels off Bruce Wayne’s car- I’ll give it a 6/10, points for creativity and getting me a sibling

[he holds up the next card]

Dick, Grinning at the camera: number two! Dying. 0/10, what the fuck man?

[a bang can be heard in the background as Dick hurries to hold up the next card]

Dick, speaking quickly: Number three! My best friend Roy Harper. Maybe like a 2/10 because ew-

[the video abruptly cuts off to the sound of scratching laughter and yelling, the last frame frozen as a man with a white streak is shown mid-spear tackle, his and Dicks bodies in a blur]

Post-Rebels Hera: Have you seen my son? He's about this tall, clearly gay, but we haven't had the talk.