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From this idea. I also put it on AO3, in "all the times I've loved you mine" (chapter 5).

He dreams about him sometimes. Through a haze awash with liquid green this smiling young man’s face comes through. He looks just like him, only. Less. Weathered, or troubled, or, some other word that does describe him, but, doesn’t describe. Him.

It’s the face he sometimes comes across in old pictures. The eyes shine with the same joy. The smile curves with the same hope.

Only, when he dreams, the face is older.

And when he looks in the mirror, this face is older, too. Only, these eyes flash with bitterness. This smile curls with resentment.

New scars adorn his features not shared by the boy in old pictures or the man from his dreams.

A grave, sardonic chuckle escapes him, unlike the trusting, mirthful laughter shared by the boy in old memories or the man from his head.

He doesn’t know if this dark-haired stranger with the bright teal eyes is a fiction conjured by his brain; perhaps as a stress response to the violence of another late night—

Is it a dream. Does the resemblance suggest something more real.

Does he, somewhere across the multiverse, in some alternate reality, truly exist?

Does he dream occasionally, of this worn, beaten reflection of himself, with slumped shoulders and a heavy tread; fingering unholy holstered weapons with murderous intent?

Or, could he be blissfully ignorant of this warped, twisted apparition of himself, that fought back through the green ahead of him, breaking free instead of him—

Returning without him.

Is that what happened?

Was he meant to stay behind, or perhaps meant to bring that part of him, with—

There’s no point in this line of thinking.

And in time, his cheerful, unknowing counterpart will cease to haunt his sleep; whether as a young boy, or a could-have-been older man.

Only, until then, or perhaps, to ward him off, Jason pays his respects; for taking his place—?

It rains this year, but is equally as quiet as the year before. And before. And before, still.

Mud sticks to his boots, squelching underneath, rather than the crunch of hard ground and foliage, like the year before.

Droplets travel down his leather jacket. It’s cold this time around.

His hair is wet. Longer. Messier.

There is no mask this evening.

The violence of the night presents itself in a different way.

Only the consequences are the same.

Just in case he could have been here, just since he did not make it back, just because he deserves it more, just for the loss of it; Jason mourns his absence with a bouquet by his gravestone.

And leaves. And continues to dream.

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I wanna apocalypse au…………………………………………………………….. somebody……

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heres a comic based on the peanuts scene from malcom in the middle w jason & damien

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(x)

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bruce wayne using slang but only learning the definitions from websites for older people

For undisclosed reasons I thought it would be funny to pretend to be an older person wanting to know the definitions of gen z/millennial slang and oh boy is it a gold mine on some of these sites. 

I immediately thought of Bruce Wayne.

Nightwing, over coms: Tracked down Penguin to a location by the docks. Let’s meet on 54th and think of a game plan.

Oracle: Copy that.

Red Hood: Agreed.

Batman: Yeet.

Everyone:

Red Robin: excuse me what

Batman: Robin, you’re dismissed. Take a shower then get to bed.

Robin: But father-

Batman: Bye Felicia.

Robin: … What-

Batman: You heard me, Robin.

*red robin, out of breath after a fight, wheezing because Batman asked a criminal if he was “shook” in his deep voice*

Oracle, over coms: Is Red crying or laughing? I honestly can’t tell.

Batman: Red Robin is dead.

Everyone: WHAT-

Batman, during an impassioned speech: We are Gotham’s protectors. We are the thin line between order and chaos. The city needs protecting, even from those supposed to be protecting it. We will snatch every wig from every corrupt officer and politician’s head until this city shines.

Everyone:

Signal: I knew Gordon was wearing a toupee.

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I think this is the funniest concept. Lemme know if y’all want a part 2 or more content like this.

All slang definitions taken from thoughtcatalog.com

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Harley and Ivy, brunching it up! Unicorn milkshakes are a brunch food and I won’t hear a word to the contrary. 

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Damian: What’s the movie, where they bring that monster to life and then have to destroy it?

Tim: Frankenstein.

Jason: Frosty the Snowman.

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You’re like our local hero, man. It would mean a lot.

+ bonus

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Accepting him back

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Prompt #1 : “Boom.”

Continuar lendo

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Why Jason couldn’t call Dick by his first name when he returned

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Jason: I wanna be a reverse tooth fairy where I rob people and then scatter human teeth on their bed.

Tim: A dentist.

Dick: I don't know what your dentist is doing to you but I think you need to go to the police.

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I draw Raven a lot…perhaps too much, methinks.