Bruce has a strict 'no metas/powers (except duke) allowed in Gotham' policy in place but it has a clause, BYOR (Bring Your Own Robin)
No one is allowed entry untill and unless they can produce their very own certified robin-shaped identity card
Whenever someone with even a hint of supernatural powers in them arrives at Gotham, they're first met with Bruce standing at the city border with a notepad in hand
Bruce: State your name and purpose.
Kon: Kon-el, here to hangout!
Bruce: Your Robin?
Kon, flourishing Tim from behind him: Ta-Da!
Tim, waves: Hey Bruce
Bruce: Approved, you may enter
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Hal: Here to investigate a case, Hal Jordan
Bruce: Your Robin?
Hal: I.... don't have one?
Bruce: Denied
Hal: What?! But-
Bruce: Denied.
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Bruce: Yes, Wally, where's your robin?
Wally: Oh shit lemme just- *zaps away and returns with Dick, who was in the midst of brushing his teeth, in a bridal carry*- Here!
Bruce, grumbling a little: Fine. Approved.
Dick: You gotta stop using me as a key already, man
Wally: Blame Bruce.
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Clark: Clark Kent, here for our monthly barbecue
Bruce: Robin?
Clark, producing an actual robin bird: Does this count?
Bruce:.....yes
I can put so many characters here
'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that
Hawks is a bird, right? And birds literally cannot taste spice that well, at all. In fact, birds are one of the biggest ways spicy jalapenos can even spread their seeds.
So, I like to imagine that this trait is something Hawks has, due to his Quirk. He can't taste spice at all.
To remedy this, I imagine Hawks, when he has the time, has made a home-made soup recipe for himself involving a fuck ton of Carolina Reapers.
It is so spicy, that it has been deemed, in Keigo's personal opinion, too hot for almost all human tongue, except his own.
The people who have tried it, Mirko and Best Jeanist to name a few, have actually gone red and teary eyed, losing their sense of taste for days afterwards.
But Keigo?
The little shit can't taste a thing. It's mild to him. And he adores this fact, because it means he can give unsuspecting friends/colleagues a small taste, and laugh at their reactions while giving them something to remedy the spice.
The only person who can thoroughly enjoy the taste with Keigo and have it also taste sorta spicy, maybe a bit more spicier than Hawks can because he's partially less bird, or maybe hasn't developed an immunity to spice due to being part bird, is none other than Tokoyami.
Female moths who have children I feel like, should be called Moth-errrr. Moth-er.
What does this say about Father Moths. Are they Faths? Foths? What would baby moths call them?
Wait do baby moths have fathers—
He is a role model. Inspirational. He will not go forgotten.
Our local newspaper ran a story about the legendary graffiti artist who recently passed away and. Literally everything about it is fucking insane. I'm insane about it.
So this guy has been extremely active for around fifteen years, during which he spread these beautiful, high quality pieces all over the country, way over a thousand of his standard signature, and probably thousands more. He did completely batshit stuff like literally spray painting an entire train from top to bottom or leaving his signature at the top of a 600ft tall overpass and this whole time, only five people from his crew know who he really is. To everyone else it's a complete mystery.
And then he dies at the age of 35. A few weeks after his death, his crew shows up at his completely unassuming parents' doorstep, reveals who they are and asks if they can host a memorial exhibition of his art.
Turns out, this dude has been leading an insane double life. In the daytime he was a meek little office worker with a partially paralyzed arm and no social life to speak of. In the nighttime he was a fucking legend. Not only did he climb that fucking 600ft overpass, he did it WITH A PHYSICAL DISABILITY. THE MADLAD. And throughout the entire time, fifteen years, he got caught once. ONCE. HE DID ALL THAT UNNOTICED. THAT'S INSANE.
Togchako
Honestly as a BNHA lover since the beginning, watching these two come from being considered a rare pair to basically a crack ship to THIS is everything and more.
this is such a beautiful development, nobody can say otherwise.
BBNO$ is the kind of guy to write a song about cheques and name the song "Chequemate." The song would probably be about money idrk. Maybe like. How he's cornered the "King"/Banks with no escape.
Writers, ever struggle with what colour you’re picturing in your head, or what name it is, or how to describe it, even?
Here’s a tip.
What I do personally is use HTML colour codes, or really any colour scale graph that gives out #xxxxxx.
Link of the site I use: https://html-color.codes/ Afterwards, I proceed to copy paste whatever colour it is that I’m picturing, so I’ll copy paste for example, #82dc9e.
Once I do that, I will put: “#82dc9e color name” into the search bar, and it gives me the shade name, so now I know the name of the colour that I was thinking of!
Plus, sometimes, it’s best to just have the name rather than use flowery language, especially when it’s a quick analyzation rather than a slow scene to set the mood and surrounding location.
I hope this helps, even a little bit!
(The name and colour I used for the example is medium aquamarine if you’re curious.)
toby fox you brave brave man