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You got me, that's for sure.
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The big 3 is BACK!!...Holy crap, I just started something!
Dick = Zeus
Tim = Poseidon
Jason = Hades
YES!
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Damian, you can only have one.
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I have no idea what to do.
Should I laugh?
Die from cuteness?
Or wipe the cake off his face?
I have literally no idea WHAT to do.
Oh Tim X3
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This song is perfect for the Batboys/family
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You know brothers and video games.
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Every bat boy tends to have those blue/ blue-ish eyes huh?
UNFAIR.
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Damian Wayne and Dick Grayson.
Don't touch Damian's things...
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Daddy Bats Pt. 1
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Daaaw! Damey!
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......X'(
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Boy, the trouble these 2 could stir up...Pretty sure Jason wouldn't be as resisting in about 4-5 years.
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Jason Todd with Red
Red.
Passion.
Lust.
Love.
Anger.
Agony.
Madness.
Pain....
It represented everything.
For Jason Todd?
Red was anger.
Red was agony.
Red was pain...
 Now here his is.
 Sitting on his bed, staring down at his Red helmet.
 Remembering how the red blood fell from his mouth, body and pretty much everywhere else when...That...Sick bastard was torturing him. Remembering the red numbers that went down. Remembering how everything went red...Before going black. Remembering when he had risen again, everything was red...
With a silent sigh, he stood up. Slowly putting the helmet on his head. He walked over to the window, climbing out and climbing the fire escape onto the roof. Again climbing the small water-holder there, he stared out at Gotham.
 He was anger.
He was agony.
He was pain.
He was RED.
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