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"Don't you get it?" Jason spat, teetering on the verge of a howl. "I'm not him! Jason Todd is DEAD. He's gone! I'm just what crawled out of his grave."
He panted into the silence that followed, eyes stinging heat.
Bruce said nothing. Jason worried he might stand there, unspeaking, unmoving, til the end of time. Or just turn and walk away. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? For Bruce to stop chasing the ghost of a dead boy? To accept that he was someone different, someone new?
Instead, when Bruce finally spoke, he was quiet, thoughtful. "Did you know that I loved you the moment I met you?"
He wasn't looking at Jason, but down at his hands, as if his gloves were a scrying pool that he could peer into to see that old Jason, twelve years old and desperate but so full of life. Jason thought he could taste dirt.
Then Bruce chuckled, still to himself, still to his hands. "You were so cocky, so unwilling to give up without a fight, even to me. Some things never change."
His smile fade and he looked up, straight into Jason's face. "You were also scared. Traumatized. You had nightmares for months. You lied constantly. Hoarded food. Stole. I was so worried we'd never be able to make you feel safe, the way you deserved to feel."
"I'm not—" Jason began, voice tight.
"You're not him," Bruce agreed, and hearing it spoken out loud, so easily, cut off Jason's air.
"You haven't been him for years." Bruce stepped forward, pushing into Jason's space. "Part of him is in you, but you're not him. You changed." He shrugged, shoulder somehow expressive even beneath the weight of the armor, the cape, the night. "You weren't the boy I took in off the street even before you died. You grew. That's life, Jay."
Jason was the one unable to speak now, stuck in place like a gods-struck fool.
"You change. You grow. And I'll keep loving whoever you turn out to be next."
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reflecting on dick grayson leaving robin (fired or walking out) as a story of being kicked out of his home because he doesnt know how to be bruce wayne's son without being robin and he doesn't believe he can be his dad separate from being batman and it aches
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Re-animation of the first Harvey and Jason animation I did way back last year, except this time they can, WHAT, speak? Oh my God... thank you to the lovely @voiceboss for the voices! (And you should totally commission him, BTW).
Ko-Fi Bluesky
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Random, out of context things from the silly show in my head.
Ko-Fi Bluesky
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Stop giving me comics where Dick looks cool as batman. I want to see one where that man tries to do a backflip in the batsuit, eats it on the cape, and has to hide a broken rib from both Barbara and Alfred.
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something something, Ollie and all the Arrow heroes have a rivalry with the Batfamily that secretly hinges on their distaste for close quarter combat and preference for long-range engagement (snipers, shooting from a perch, stake outs, etc) and the Batfamily’s preference (and excellence at) close quarter combat (taught by Bruce as a necessity; Nightwing gets so close quarters it makes Ollie’s teeth ache sometimes watching, like it’s a game to step into someone’s block, slip under their guard, and flip them forward using their own momentum (it is) (they learned it all from Bruce, king of “I don’t care how close I have to get if you go down and hurt after”))
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Thomas Wayne being a borderline unhinged, insanely talented orthopedic surgeon before becoming a philanthropist/socialite AND simultaneously a massive hulk of a man (6ft+ and 200+ lbs) actually makes so much sense when you look at how Bruce ended up
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Yay!!!!! I just saw your latest post – does this mean you’re back on here again?🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾
Alright let’s do this, I haven’t slept in a while and I just got back from work.
1. Where the f*ck you been?
I don’t exaggerate when I say every day for the past few years has been hospital, exercise, study, sleep, eat, repeat. I did everything Michelle Obama said to do.
It’s been wild, I went from drawing butt cracks to having patients and students of my own.
2. Are you back?
I wanna be, but I’m kinda at a loss how to be creative again. It’s so hard to switch from giving lectures and doing rounds to writing punchlines. I’m trying to relax a bit. I haven’t been silly in a long time.
3. Now what?
I need updates, I don’t have social media. Send me headcanons, prompts, whatever DC is doing now, new blogs, fanfics you like, what you got goin’ on…
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Hey friend! Just wanted to let you know I'm a huge huge fan of yours, radio batman and your art is absolutely incredible :) I just wanted to ask how you do the voices? I saw in the notes of some Radio Batman posts that you posted a video of some of the logistics, but I've been stalking your blog (no regrets lol) and I can't find it :(
Fixed the search too! I didn't realize I had some settings turned off.
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Hi bestie
WELL LOOK WHO IT F*CKIN’ IS

Throwback to our golden age my man, I would kill for those days…
This is where Neeb lives now by the way: @neeblurats
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batfam tv show but every episode is just this
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Damian during the world's longest breakdown, sipping a virgin margarita on a beach while he listens to his supervillain Grandpa ramble about fishing techniques & watches his bat-dragon play in the water
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What if Jason had changed the name of the Iceberg Lounge to Crow Bar. I think that would've been funny
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Did a voiceover for this post.
https://doc-squash.tumblr.com/post/618376188801449984/yeah-like-bowling-bruce
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I am sick to death with stories and readings of Joker being Batman's only friend and is the only person who understands him, it's bullshit.
You know who can be Batman's friend who understands him waaay better than Joker?

Alfred Pennyworth - the man who raised and took care of Bruce. The man who was and is always there for him and is practically his father.

Any of the Robins - He's raised them, he knows who they've become as adults and knows what they all went through as children.
But I can hear you say, those are family, and although family can be your friends, it's not the same. Well fuck you, what about

Selina Kyle - his former fling turned partner. She knows Bruce well enough at this point, hell she knows the Batfamily a lot at this point to be a mother figure to the Robins and to be a pillar of emotional support for Bruce

CLARK JOSEPH KENT - This one pisses me off the most because for every version that romanticizes Bruce and Joker's friendship, there's also a version that strains Clark and Bruce's by making them enemies. They are the goddamn world's finest, they've both been through tragic losses; Clark lost Pa Kent at a young age and Bruce lost both his parents. Both of them operate under a sense of justice informed by that trauma and by the love of their respective caretakers, Ma Kent and Alfred.

Barbara Gordon - same reason for the Robins, but more on a mentor relationship than a parental one, however that doesn't discount the chances of two being good friends since they both know each other personally and fight for the same cause.

JIM FUCKING GORDON - I don't even need to explain this, he's pretty much Alfred, Clark, and Barbara all rolled into one in terms of his relationship with Bruce
Buuuut nooooooooo let's go out there and say that the psychotic maniac that's obsessed with Batman is Bruce's only friend and is the only person who can understand him. Sure.
For fuck's sake, Bane probably has a better chance of being Bruce's friend than Joker
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i know in legends palpatine fucked with the royal guards with his sorcerer abilities of wickedness, but i cannot explain in words how much i really want them to be extremely normal people who gossip in the breakroom because they're just so far beneath palpatine's notice that he doesn't even fuck with them. like royal guard benny benson texts his best friend from the graveyard shift team, brett brettley, this picture

with the caption "bro this is what lord vader looks like after the emperor sics that lightning on him" and the next time they meet up in the breakroom they laugh about it around the water cooler, like the deathcultists they work for don't even bother to corrupt these regular dudes, so now they're like dandelions of normalcy growing through the cracks in the concrete of actual evil wizardry. vader and palpatine are designing their absurd cruelties to the galaxy and siphoning fear and hate and pain from the force to sustain themselves like human-shaped skeksis, and these guys are back there bitching because someone reheated fish in the breakroom microwave over the lunchbreak
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