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Zatanna and Batman by Sweeney Boo

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His body is quiet. His heart is not. He can feel it rattling to life in his rib cage, begging for a fight.The stranger’s words offer no comfort. His jaw clenched tensed. His hands curled tighter. 

A fist his last defense. 

And then his foot shoves a weapon right within his reach. His brow furrowed and his frown set. A figure of consternation blanketed by the flicker of a fire light. He snatched it quick and gripped it tightly. 

     [ ₁ ] He can make good use of that. 

It’s pointed edge is still aimed at his savior. His eyes narrowed just as sharply at its poking end. He sucked in a breath quietly, holding his ribs, a pale effort to keep the pain within his hold. But he sees no threat. 

Just his paranoia. 

     [ ₂ ] He’s exhausted. 

“ I’m not hungry. “ He murmured, his voice not quite entirely his just yet. The weight of the weapon landing lightly on the ground with a thud, loose in his hold. “ Tired. “ 

" don't panic. it's okay. " kal's hands raise in a show of surrender. a struggle. the recluse focuses his own sight to force skin to show instead of bone and vein and tissue. he does not blink until the man before him is whole.

a fire poker is nearby. he slides it with his foot. a weapon for the other to wield if only for his sanity. it would do no good against the thicker skinned, but the prince does not need to know its uselessness.

" my cooking isn't the worst. " do they speak the same language? why does the other look familiar? it is too vague, the shape of his jaw and nose against kal's memories. " don't hit me with that if it's too spicy for you. "

[ it won't be. he hopes. he dialed it back a little. ]

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I wonder if it's weird to say broose is probably switch 2 in size and maybe half the girth but that's just based on bermejo's broose

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no one is truly using broose's own exhibitionism kink against him way enough.

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god heard broose wayne complaining so much about hal and not getting any for it so he brought him john and kyle.

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me: i'm gonna write also me: rewatches the manchild mv 3 more times...

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gonna get coffee and crack down on my 25 drafts. so i can read comics.

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hello got caught up thinking about how helena gets the "good version" of a batc.at family, raised by two parents that adore her, a broose that has abandoned the cowl for his family but folloowing his footsteps in the mire of her mother's death while hiding that from the batm.an himself, born out of love and born to continue her father's war compared to damian, whose parents' love was enough to protect him from a legacy of a madadjusted grandfather and the love of a father who never knew you existed, promised everything and the world, but doomed by the ghost of your forefathers

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                  A wince ─ as if he's a boy again caught in his lie. " It's fine. "

selina’s pointing at the globule of crimson, brows raised. nonchalant, almost casual, “i think it’s something, bruce.”

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in other news, broose truly being his mother's son and going the socio-civic work direction where he can make the most good and affect on a larger scale, not just the city but the individuals themselves too

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sure I win ( hush sequel ) but I also lose ( hush sequel )

@hubrisse spoiling me so I can be mad and just yeah, it's time for DC to kill broose again

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@hubrisse spoiling me so I can be mad and just yeah, it's time for DC to kill broose again

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some runs I would like to read over the weekend

civil w.ar (I remember reading it years ago but nothing stuck - or I may have just skimmed it too)

new krypton ( because I started it and then completely forgot about it )

dark reign ( for my gremlin boy )

....and maybe new hush ( but that's scary but it's been a while since tommy so maybe I brave it for him)

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learning today about America's prison industrial complex and just holy shit man

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*puts a ring on it*

Bruce doesn’t even look at the ring. Just her. The soft tender glow of pride on her features. The certainty that bubbles in his chest. All of the secrets of the universes shared between their smiles and his shoulders quake with a quiet laugh. 

[ ₁ ] Where in the world did he get this damned lucky?

     “ You know this means you’re stuck with me right? “ A sheep-ish smile. Boyish and soft. A far cry from the PLAYBOY PRINCE OF GOTHAM as he settles for just future MISTER DE LIMA in her grace and presence. Forehead resting against hers whilst his hands are already running down @medicbled 's sides, gently tugging at the ends of her dress as his not-so-subtle ask for permission. 

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recalling the time i was unfollowed by 4 people for gym bro broose

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A small tender smile. More amused and reassuring. His hunched figure is calm despite the topic being rather delicate. 

“ Of course you’re not. “ He hums. “ You’re brave. “ A faint chuckle. “ It might take me a few minutes. “ 

He’s not SUPERMAN after all and he has no phone booth to hide in. 

She still looked a little suspicious, a curl to her bottom lip that'd be strikingly familiar to anyone who'd known her as a stubborn teenager. Or a stubborn adult.

"I'm not scared." A beat. "....but if you wanna show me, that'd be okay. I guess."

Swinging her legs under her chair, Robin watched him expectantly. She was being very generous, after all.