Tlamishereig - Tlam

I don't think Tim would kill the Joker, not even after Joker Junior.

I do, however, think he could manipulate someone else into it and retain the moral high ground, instead. After all, if someone else does it and he doesn't directly tell then to- well that was their decision, and he need not worry.

Tim, to Shiva: yeah but loads of people have defeated The Bat at this point. Just look at the Joker. I mean, Joker's basically unkillable. There's not a single assassin or vigilante or hero that could kill him. He just keeps on living and causing chaos.

Shiva: I cluld

Tim: no, no you really can't. But it's OK! Lots of people can't! It would take only the best to kill Joker. I mean sure, a LoA member might be able to...

Shiva: I will.

Tim, shrugging: whatever! You can do what you want but don't say I didn't warn you...

A week later, Joker's dead and Tim is biting back a grin as Bruce glares at them all.

Bruce: "Alright, who did it?"

Nightwing: you need to face it, B, it wasn't any of us.

Bruce, glaring at Tim: the wounds looked similar to that of a bo staff-

Tim, rolling his eyes: I was busy at Joker's ToD. Besides. I'm the best, but not the only bo staff user in the world. Lady Shiva rivals me as well- could have been her.

Bruce, scowl deepenign: and how exactly do you know Joker's ToD?

Tim points at the screen, wordlessly. The phrase "Time of Death: 22:19" were written in bold.

Bruce grimaced. : and what exactly where you doing? I don't believe you were with us which gives you no alabi-

Tim: I was with Bernard.

Bruce: doing what?

Tim: Bernard.

Steph snorts in response.

Steph: let it go, B. Clearly it wasn't any of us. Maybe some assassin with a grudge took him out- honestly, we should be celebrating!

Jason cheers in the background and starts grabbing the most expensive bottles from Bruce's alcohol collection.

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

dc enjoyers are truly incapable of being happy

The Drakes son

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I love Tim Drakes character and story, he’s my favorite robin if you couldn’t tell. He was a normalish kid before he stepped into the vigilante life, him becoming Robin was one of the best things that happened to him, he’s made friends, became familial with the bats, made a new life for himself. But he had also witnessed so much pain with him becoming a vigilante inadvertently killing his parents and him seeing the friends he had made die, leading him to manic. This comic was also inspired by me doing a Tim-robin reread and the fic Heart, Humble by Betty (it is so good, it explores Jacks and Tim’s relationship and is one of my favorite fic).

Happy Hispanic heritage month to every single Hispanic/Latino person on this website!

Here’s some of my favorite Hispanic characters to celebrate

This applies to both of them btw

bruce pulling all the bad bitches

everyone lusting after this old man and his mysterious emo charm (just like me)

Og pic under cut:

oh dick grayson the man that you are

Damian always uses Dick’s hair brush, even though they’ve already talked about it.

Bruce Wayne’s type of man is someone who can make him worse and his type of woman is someone who could easily top him, there is no in between

Civilian Hal x Bruce except the batkids ask how they met

Bruce: Hal is something I gained from crime fighting.

Dick: Oh! So you saved Hal? That’s cute

Hal: No I saved him. This f*cker got kidnapped and called me, a civilian to save him.

Jason: (WHEEZE)