"After This, Bruce, After Asking This, Between Us—it Can’t Be The Same Again."

Batman (2016) #16

Duke and Jason have been banned from being anywhere near each other in costume because the arguments they will break out into is both too intense and too distracting for patrol. Everyone thinks they're serious but after the first 10-20 times they do it for the love of the game.

Duke: Shut the fuck up.

Jason: You shut the fuck up.

Duke: Zombie

Jason: Flashlight

Duke: That's why the joker still alive

Jason: That's why the joker did what he did to ya mom.

Duke: Nigga where ya mom at? Dea—

Bruce over the comms who, along with the entire bat family has been listening to entire thing: Signal, Red Hood! SPERATE! NOW!

They are now giggling as dick and cass drag them apart.

Please stop and help me save my family

In light of the harsh war and the lack of all life forces

Even more difficult is providing basic life necessities such as drinking water and washing

Food and treatment for my parents who suffer from diseases

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Please I need this to be canon

do you see my vision?

I think Grayson would make an incredibly good 10 ep TV series but only if they leaned into making it extremely trippy. use Spyral's hypnos technology to mess with the viewer and create a 'who is who' mystery. it's only revealed that Agent 37 is Dick Grayson episode 3 and all of a sudden you're like "why is 37 talking to Bruce Wayne? is Batman in this universe?" 50/50 campy spy action and psychological thriller, culminating in a narrative arc about how Dick is using his funny persona to cope with extreme trauma. themes of perception and persona. aesthetically, it would draw on 70s/80s spy chic, flamboyant colors, music videos. lots of eye candy objectification of Grayson but then make it about his sexual trauma in the finale. strong first person narration where Grayson tells you he's everyone, he's no one, he's whoever you want him to be.

As a artist

Ik Damian be crashing tf out

Damian:*muffled screaming from upstairs*

Duke: what the fuck was that..

Steph: oh thats just Damian in his art studio

Duke: isn't art supposed to be relaxing??..

Steph: 🤷🏼‍♀️

Damian: *yelling* I FUCKING HATE COLOR THEORY *window smashes*

Will: *constantly paranoid, hallucinating visually and audibly, having seizures, and has a job that exposes him to extremely traumatic events that trigger all of these things*

Jack: “best man I’ve got. Absolutely nothing wrong with that guy”

Yu Ijin's trauma against mothers and their daughter

yu ijin short fanfic, light angst, random character study

i need to see more ijin being haunted by the mother and daughter that he killed during his raid when he was a soldier.

where during a hangout, he and his friends were walking together on their way to the internet cafe, another session to rank their games and improve the newbies' (ijin and yuna) gaming skills.

And as they trudge against the calm warm sky, they pass by a mother and her child, the little girl's sweet youthful laughter loud on the quiet street. It would normally irk the teenage boys of loud children, but the atmosphere of the mother and daughter was too precious to dislike, much less ignore. Ijin watched as they glanced at the woman and the girl, so he followed in suit. A woman cradling a toddler girl on her hips, smiles both present on their faces —a horror-faced mother cradling her daughter's head in attempt to hide her from the terror outside the house, those young petrified eyes staring at ijin as he pointed his gun at them, before pulling the trigger— ijin spurned his head away from the motherly scene, chest suddenly needing deep breathes.

his action caused his friends to look at him and ask him what happened. Ijin looked back at them and saw their eyebrows lifted in surprise and eyes filled with worry —young petrified eyes— Ijin felt sick —mother and daughter laid dead on their own blood— Ijin felt sick. Ijin felt someone looking at him and turned to the direction of the stare; it was the young girl looking at him with a curious face —the dead girl— ijin marched to the thankfully near dumpster and cleaned his sickness out, his friends rushing beside him in hurry. Their voices clashed together at the constant ask of what happened, but what only rang to ijin was the sound of a woman, "Are you okay?"

The teenagers stopped and looked at the mother and daughter who had approached them at the sight of ijin's struggle. Ijin stared at the two, wistful eyes and regretful heart. He stepped back when the young girl stepped forward, handkerchief and candy in hand. She stepped forward, he stepped backward. "Don't come near me, i'm dirty."

"It's okay. My mom always helps me when i throw up and she never feels yucky about it. Mom gives me candies to stop me from throwing up. Here!"

His friends look at ijin for his reaction, and was surprised to see such sorrowful eyes that they weren't sure if it was even about the fact of being dirty anymore. They didn't miss his shaky hands as it inched to the girl's hands that held out a lollipop.

the woman chuckled at ijin, "it's okay, kid. you're not dirty. you didn't mean to do it anyway, it couldn't be helped. i hope you're okay. take care of him, you kids, okay?" she said towards his friends softly, then they went back on their way once again.

ijin looked down at the lollipop on his hand. she was right, it couldn't be helped. but it still didn't make him feel any less dirty.

Some of Bruce's observations about Dick in The Batman Files:

[Dick's not smiling when I find him perched on the rooftop of the west wing of the manor. He's so used to heights. Looks almost as natural as a bird up there on the steeple. He's looking at Gotham's twinkling skyline like he has somewhere to be. But we both know he doesn't. Not anymore.]

[Then the gunshots start. Joker and Two-Face spot Dick's yellow cape in the shadows. It's a problem we've discussed several times. But the flashy red, yellow, and green were his father's colors. So now they belong to this new Robin. Dick's flipping and somersaulting, springing around the shadows. It's impressive. He's much better at acrobatics than I'll ever be. But he was born on the trapeze. He never even learned how to fear it.]

[My hand goes to the belt, but then I stop myself. The boy's already on it. He takes his staff and breaks it across the Joker's face. Not quite a controlled strike, but it does the job. Joker's unconscious on the cave floor, and the boy is beaming with pride. This is helping him. Being Robin is helping.]

[I turn to look down at the boy. This... it's not responsible, and it certainly can't be good parenting. But it's the only way I know. And it seems to be helping.

"Batman and Robin," I say.

Dick jumps into the air and lets out a shout that I worry will wake our soundly sleeping prisoners before we can deliver them to the GCPD. But despite myself, I still crack a smile. Because this isn't about them. This is about the boy.]

Haha Hi uhm yeah kind of embarrasing but sorry 4 being inactive js dunno what should I draw oopps

Any idea or suggest whatever, it's well welcome yk