#Dc rambles

[aingeal98]

“Oh my god.” Steph says, and Cass doesn’t need to look to feel the distress radiating from her.

She’s said Oh my god three times now. It’s the only thing she’s said since she jumped off her bike, each time more choked and horrified. Cass wants to look at her, wants to hold her and comfort her, but there is a man on the ground dying and she can’t look away.

She doesn’t understand it. She can’t. They were chasing a truck full of guns that Two Face’s men were smuggling through Gotham, an ordinary bust. Then two men climbed on the roof of the truck and began shooting. Not unusual either. Cass wasn’t even worried about Steph getting hit, both Batgirls well used to ducking and weaving from choppy, poorly aimed gunfire at this point.

And then. The older man, big and muscled. He grabbed the lankier gunman and threw him right off the van. Right onto the road in front of them.

Cass saw it coming. The second he grabbed his fellow gunman she could see what his arm was going to do, and she braked with her typical borderline inhuman reaction speed. But Steph…

Cass yelled out to stop, of course she did. But Steph was only human. The second the smaller henchman was thrown she swerved and pressed the brakes, but it was too late. The taller man’s throw had been deliberate, much better aimed than any of his shots tonight. His colleague hit the front of Steph’s bike with a sickening crunch, and Cass remembers the sound just like she remembers her own scream of horror.

Now here they are. On the side of the road, with a man two minutes away from dying.

Cass doesn’t have great first aid knowledge, a few lessons and her own unique body reading abilities are what she’s working with. Steph has experience, has training. Cass watched as she moved around the man, turning him on his side, analysing his injuries.

She’s known the truth the whole time. But she waited and let Steph work anyway, hoping for a miracle. 

Steph isn’t working anymore. She’s just staring at the man, side by side with Cass.

One minute.

That’s how long he has to live. They’ve called for help, called for anything that could save him. Oracle’s voice had been heavy, even through the vocal modulator, when she said that there was no one free to get there in time. 

Cass finally wrenches her eyes away from the dying man. Steph is watching him, trembling with tears in her eyes. There is a look of terror behind the tears. A fear Cass is intimately familiar with, one she never wanted any of her loved ones to feel.

In fifty seconds Stephanie Brown will understand the feeling Cassandra Cain-Wayne did at eight years old: Watching a man dying and understanding despite all arguments and logic people present, that it was your fault.

This is not something Cass would wish on her worst enemy. It is most definitely not something she wishes for the girl she loves to experience. They’re alike in many ways, but their differences are just as precious to Cass as their similarities. No human should have to go through this.  

Steph doesn’t know she only has forty five seconds left. She’s a better healer, but Cass will always be able to understand the body in ways no one but Shiva can.

She tried calling for her biological mother. No answer. Cass can’t say she’s surprised, she’s already deep in debt with that particular relationship. All out of favours.

Thirty seconds.

The man is dying. All Cass wants is to save him. She wants to stop time, to take him away until people with healing hands can work magic or science to keep him breathing. But Oracle said that no help is coming, and if there’s one person she trusts to have exhausted all options it’s Barbara. There is nothing Cass can do to save him. All her body reading can give her is the knowledge of when the light is likely to leave his eyes.

Stephanie is crying now. Shaking and crying and keening, a horrible grief filled noise. It breaks through Cass’s shock and denial, filling her with a deep sadness. Not grief. Not yet. There’s still twenty seconds before she has to give in and start grieving. Nineteen seconds for a miracle to occur.

Stephanie will be haunted by this for the rest of her life. Cass knows that she herself is not normal about death, that her reaction to any and all death is “extreme” even among most vigilantes, but she knows for sure that this isn’t something Steph can walk away from the same as she was, even if it’s not quite as life shattering as Cass’s first kill. It’s close enough to wreck her, close enough to fill her with guilt and horror and disgust. At herself, at the man who threw his colleague, at the world and at humanity. All those negative emotions that Cass spent years carrying with her even as she ran millions of miles around the world, Steph will experience them in ten seconds. It’s a jail sentence with no defined end time, just you and your mind and the moment the light leaves his eyes replaying constantly over and over.

Eight seconds. Steph looks like she’s about to throw up. Cass can see it settling in, the weight of it all. Six seconds until she’s doomed, and there’s no miracle in sight.

Five seconds. Four.

Steph still doesn’t know. There’s still a sliver of hope in her eyes, praying for the impossible.

Three. Two.

They’re out of time. This man is dead and Steph will forever be a killer and all Cass has done is watch. Useless and motionless.

One.

Cass reaches forward and snaps the man’s neck.

Stephanie screams. Cass doesn’t flinch. She looks down at the man, memorising his face, the horror and fear and grief on it. He knew his time was up, and yet he still hadn’t been ready. Cass stole that one extra second from him, and she will punish herself for the rest of her life and carry his face in her mind just like she carries all her kills, right back to Faizul in the office. She is cursed, damned. Evil trying and failing to be good, to be human. Some nights it’s a success when she can blend in.

Tonight she can’t. It’s not a success, but it’s something else as well as a failure. A thing Cass has no word for. No name.

“What did you do?” Steph gasps out.

The fear has turned to shock and horror. Good.

“I killed him.” Cass replies, voice steady as she gently reaches over and closes the man’s eyes.

“Cass.” Steph says her name slowly, like she doesn’t trust that the woman in front of her is her best friend. It stings, but Cass knows it’s better than the alternative. “Cass, why did you do that?”

“Because I’m a killer.” Cass meets her eyes head on, no tears or shaking pupils. “And you’re not.”

She sees Steph’s face morph as it clicks, shock to relief, back to horror then to anger and then sadness. But not the expression Cass fears most. Steph will never wear that expression as long as Cass is alive and able to do something about it.

“You know it doesn’t work like that.” Steph says, far more gently than Cass deserves. “That scumbag killed him the second he threw him off the truck. I killed him by not braking fast enough. You snapping his neck doesn’t change any of that.”

“He could have lived.” It’s an easy lie to say, because even though there was only one second left Cass still believes it’s true. “He could have lived despite what the man did and what- What happened with the bike. But I killed him. Me. Not you.”

Steph doesn’t believe her. Cass can see it in her shoulders, in the curve of her mouth. But there’s also hesitation in the way her brow wrinkles, confusion in her clenched fists. She doesn’t know he only had one second left. She understands what Cass has done but she doesn’t know for certain just how close Cass left it. Probably can guess it was the last second, but Cass will never confirm that. She can’t. As long as that second exists, there was still a chance. Still hope the man could have been saved. Still a beat where something could have happened to change his fate and Stephanie’s.

Cass interfered. She moved and now the man is dead. She is a killer and Stephanie is not. It’s as simple as that. It’s as complicated as that.

The death will still haunt Steph, Cass has no doubt about it. There is guilt rushing back in with every moment that passes, Steph’s spine curving as they sit in silence at the side of the road. Steph knows Cass, knows she wouldn’t have done it if she believed there was even the most narrow chance of a miracle occurring.

Cass is a creature made of guilt. It stole her soul when she was a little girl, hollowed her out deeper than the hunger as she ran. But she is more than that now. She has love. The guilt has not lessened, not really. But it’s changed its form, a different shape in her body. There’s room for coexistence now.

She loves Stephanie. She will not let Stephanie feel that hollowing guilt. She cannot save or fix everything, and she can’t accept that but she can handle the harsh reality slightly better nowadays. Less like a tsunami crashing over her body and more like a pit in her stomach that will never truly fade away.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Stephanie is angry now. Cass expected that.

“It’s done.” Cass replies. There’s nothing else to say.

“Why?” Stephanie spits, because of course she does. “What gives you the right?”

Cass could walk away. Maybe she should. She definitely would have when she was younger. When she wasn’t as comfortable with this. Love and bonds and relationships outside of utter devotion to a parent. She’s older now. Can speak clearly and use more words than she ever would have dreamed of, back in the day.

But she still prefers to keep it short and simple. People talk too much. A few words are normally all that’s needed to say everything.

“Because I love you.” She answers.

Stephanie’s glare doesn’t diminish. If anything it gets stronger. Cass meets her gaze with a calm stare, utterly unrepentant.

“Fuck you.” Stephanie whispers.

Cass deserves that. Deserves worse, deserves cruelty Steph will never give her. She stands up and holds out a hand. There are sirens getting closer. They can’t be here when the police arrive. Oracle will already be planning how to spin this, coming up with media headlines that will make Cass sick to even look at.

“Let’s go home.”

Steph is still furious. Furious and heartbroken and sick with the same nausea Cass feels so deeply in her bones. There is no forgiveness to be found there, not for herself and not for Cass. But there is the beginning of an understanding, the reality that life didn’t end for both of them when this man died, even if part of Cass wishes hers had. They have to keep moving on, have to react to everything and feel everything and learn to live with every terrible emotion this night created. 

She takes Cass’s hand, and together they begin the long walk towards the sunrise.

[blog-moved-lol]

Reasons Why Bruce Wayne Refuses to Take a Break:

1. Why should he?

2. Because fuck you, that's why.

3. He's scared that if he ever actually stops to take a break, completely relax, and fully drop his guard, something horrible will happen to Gotham and/or the people he cares about and he won't be able to stop it because he wasn't prepared OR the years and years of burn out and physical/emotional pain will finally catch up to him (because he stopped running from it) and it'll hit him so hard that he'll finally have to face the trauma he endured as a child when he saw his parents die (which he is not physically capable of coping with, because the event fractured his identity into Batman, a man with childish morals and an inability to make exceptions [such as not killing a petty crook OR a mass murderer and thinking they should be dealt with the same way] and a childish sense of justice that cannot exist without him blocking out his trauma [so if he had to face that trauma his very identity would cease to exist]) therefore his mental health would be destroyed to such an extent that he'd be unable to even pretend he was alright, which in turn will make the people he cares about worry about him, and because he hates when people worry about him it'll cause him to lash out which will further isolate him from the world and from any form of human connection, leaving him sitting broken at an empty table in an empty mansion on an empty island just like he did when he was a mere, insignificant, hurt, orphaned eight year old who hadn't yet made his mark on the world-

4. He doesn't wanna >:[

[smolgaycat]

that scene from Justice League: War where GL and Batman are in the sewers is so incredibly gay, the sexual tension B’s smirks gosh I know GL hates him there but it makes it all the better “you weren’t concentrating” and the shit eating grin then GL “lets rubba spooky” then oh the best part the wall slam B’s eyes widening and the Shhh while holding GL’s shoulder the only thing I would love to see in this scene is if B put his finger to GL’s lips and didn’t shush him, just stayed silent then turning his head to look at the noise after they lock eyes for a second, Green Lantern dumbassery, B pushing him out of the way to look at the alien tech and keeps touching his chest, the jealous “oh you met the super powered guy?” then the oh his super powers won’t be a problem for me and his cutesy little hands on his hips proud to show off like pff I’m strong pay attention to me also that shit in the beginning where he’s like are you not a vampire and commenting on his apparent super strength oh he wants to be manhandled snd bitten, marked even by the mysterious stranger in the black cape, the confused and almost disappointed ask “Wait, you’re not just some guy in a bat costume are ya?” and his little eye brow scrunch so gay

anyway thats my ramble hope you enjoyed :)))

[ahfrickenfrick]

everyone knows that the bats (mostly) aren’t powered, or invincible, but it’s hard to really get a grasp on it

with the way they all move and act in and even out of the field, it’s unnerving in a way. they all have a certain aura of otherworldly power, even the newer members

everyone of the original members of the league has had a run in with batman injured and in need of help, being the first few to earn the vulnerability and subsequently trust from the bats

when wally held dick’s limp body in his hands as he rushed him back to the base for the first time, feeling his best friends pulse stop between his arms and subsequently jostling the injuries more. he almost wasn’t fast enough, dick was out of commission for three months

or when roy was told of jason’s death, ollie had to hold the kid as he scream cried for a friend and the life his friend never got to live, even though they were just joking the other day about how nothing could touch the bats

with kon still not 100% understanding his powers, and understating tim’s calcium intake, felt the bone crush in tim’s arm underneath his touch during a training exercise. it takes years for kon to trust himself again

jon and damian fought a lot, and damian was as stubborn as jon was determined. both are young when damian tells jon to not treat him ‘fragile’ and it ends with damian in the infirmary, and jon shaking and crying, telling his father he needs to put himself into a kryptonite prison for doing so

jefferson being the leader of the outsiders and understanding that, but it still being hard to grasp with both cass and duke. both are strong, and often taken for granted, but that makes them more powerful, enhanced it enough that when they both get knocked down by the villain of the week it’s really startling

and it’s a cycle that never ends, everyone seeing the bats as godly, and then inevitably losing it and freaking out when it’s revealed that they bleed like anyone else

[oxylli]

so…

you guys don’t understand how much this pisses me off. DC’s mischaracterization of their OWN CHARACTERS is throwing me so far off a fucking cliff, they really hate this boy don’t they?

as far as “rash, impulsive, and reckless kid” goes, I’m PRETTY well certain that that’s what Grayson’s Robin was like, not Jason’s (and oh, don’t get me started on Nightwing’s mischaracterization either)

like yeah, maybe my boy was a little reckless at times, but wasn’t every Robin? And “train the anger and torment” out of him is an insane claim considering THIS is what said boy was like

Robin Jason was strong for this one—I don’t think I’d ever be able to pity a murder, hell I’d be cheering on Bruce not trying to stop him from killing someone.

“Save the darkness within himself” and this is what lore accurate Robin Jason looked like:

I also just wanted an excuse to doodle Robin Jason BUT YOU GET MY POINT!!!!

Was so glad to hear there’s finally going to be more Jason content only to discover how shit his characterization is going to be…Justice for Jason 💔💔

[celestial-seasonings427]

Please Help Me Feed My Children in Gaza – We Are Starving

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[que3rduckling]

My Pitch for Absolute Robin

For one, I think it is important for the Robin in this universe to be Dick Grayson. I have seen someone on TikTok saying it should be Stephanie Brown and while I do agree with many of the points they made and I do believe that that would make an interesting story, I believe that Dick being the first Robin and ergo Batman’s first sidekick is very important to his character. (As well as me being a huge Dick Grayson fan who would LOVE to see him in it)

I want the Absolute Robin to have the same approach to him as the other superhero’s so far, that being taking away some key aspect of the character. For Dick, I think the key aspect of his character that should be taken away is Haley’s Circus. I want this Dick to have never grown up in a Circus and never was an acrobat. Instead I want him to have been raised to something of the likes of an assassin. While I do not know if Snyder will or should introduce the Court of Owls into the current story he is telling with Absolute Batman, but I do believe that Dick should have been raised to some of the like of The Gray Son. Him being this prophesied greatest assassin, being raised so that he can full-fill this prophecy.

Dick doesn’t enjoy the life he is currently entrapped in, not wanting to hurt people but instead help them, and having a lot of built up anger due to this.

Dick should also be aged up a bit. Instead of being around 9 when he becomes Robin I want him to be around 15. Also Bruce should not be adopting Robin, more so mentoring him.

Alright let me set the scene:

Batman is messing up operations for everyone in Gotham with his arrvial so Dick, a trained and prophesied assassin, is sent out and tasked with killing him. Dick does not want to but does not have much of choice and goes out to do so. He hides in the darkness, face covered by a mask to shield his identity and age, watching Batman. He waits for the perfect moment to strike and does just so. Using his agility to his advantage and dancing around Batman, striking blows all around him. You could also say he looks like Circus performer putting on a show. At some point he slips up, misses a hit or something, and Batman gets the upper hand. He slams Dick into the ground. He’s about to hit Dick with a ruthless hit when he sees that the mask covering the boys face is cracked, and a young boys scared eyes stare at him through the crack. He stops. He stares at this kid who can be no older than 15. Dick uses this moment of pause to kick up and escape.

Later as Dick is being yelled at for not completing the mission he finally decides he’s has enough. I mean if there is a man dressed up as a bat, helping and saving people, why can’t he? If I man dressed up as a Bat is able to start taking down the organizations that have caused Dick so much pain, why can’t he?He has the skills to do it. He has the anger to do it. He has the fight in him to do it.

He escapes that night. Dick uses his pre-existing knowledge of The Bat and his detective skills to figure out where he is. He emerges from the shadows, presenting himself to Batman. No mask this time. Him and Bruce stare at each other for a moment before Dick breaks the silence. Dick says how he is fed up with the organizations that are ruining this city. He wants to take revenge against the place that took away his family, his childhood, his life. He tells The Bat that he has insider knowledge of the area, how they can help each other to take them down. Dick tells him how he will do this whether or not Batman agrees, so it would be more effective if he did. All Bruce sees is another hurt kid. A kid who lost his family to the corruptness of this city, just like he did.

This city spares no one, he knows that. But maybe he can help give this kid closure. Guidance. He’s going to help this kid. He accepts the kids offer. He set some ground rules though and Dick reluctantly agrees.

Dick knows he some sort of superhero identity. One separate from the one he has been forced to use all his life.

He decides he will be called Robin, his mother’s nickname for him and one of the last things he ever heard her say before the separated from each other by assassins. He does not know if she is alive or not but if she is he hopes she’ll hear the name and know that he is still out there. He chooses to have bright yellow, green and red on his costume because he is spent to much of his life in the shadows , hiding. He is going to be seen now. He is going to be a beacon of light in the darkness that is Gotham.

——-

That is my pitch for Absolute Robin! I left the organization that trained Dick purposely vague because I never quite decided if I would want it to be a new one or be the Court of Owls. So you guys can decided which one would be better!!

Also some ideas I have that I couldn’t quite fit into main story I was telling:

- Dick lives one of Bruce’s safe houses, but a separate one from where he lives in

- Dick is still quite acrobaty Just Never being properly trained to be a circus one

- Dick was originally from outside the states but the organization that trained him forcefully separated him from his family and brought him to the states

- He never saw his parents die and hopes they are still alive but knows deep down their not. (Bc their not)

- Mary and John used to be in Haley’s Circus but left when Mary became pregnant with Dick and decided to settle down

Hope y’all liked this!! (Sorry it was so long 😭😭)

[woolysubset]

Just watched the death in the family interactive movie endings (the endings off YouTube I can’t afford the actual things man). I’ve been a fan of Jason a while but haven’t managed to watch it yet. I’ve Seen majority of the clips before without seeing the entirety of the ending possibilities, but… my god.

The scene where it’s technically Red Hood facing the joker on the bridge. You just destroyed my life in 4 minutes. Wtf.

The looking of growing horror on Jason’s face as the Joker speaks about the actions he committed. The fact that he didn’t even realize he was the person doing it. You could see as the realization crossing Jason’s eyes as they flashed back between the scenes of his murders, crimes.

I’m under the assumption this one probably takes place in the version where Batman dies based on the way the Joker talks about ‘missing’ him in past tense. And that just adds to the entirety of Jason and him finally acknowledging that , yes, it was him who did all that. Because not only did he do all that, he did it all while failing Bruce’s final wish. It’s not like the ending where he acknowledges the fact that he is unable to follow it, where he makes the conscious decision to go against it, to do what he deems ‘right’. He was unaware of himself doing any of it until the Joker pointed it out. “I don’t kill” he says as the Joker laughs at him, breaking the entire image he had of himself. He’s forced to face the reality of what he has truly done, the almost in a way ‘failure’ to what he thought he would never do. And he finally hears himself after that, voice whispering to him about killing.

Not to mention the Joker calling Jason his creation, claiming himself as a father to what he’s become. The final kill it shows with Black Mask, where before the window shatters and cuts him open the confetti, the flag saying boom, it was an action taken with a morbid humor attached. It breaks through, shattering, Jason’s belief that the Joker isn’t creating what he is just learning he is. And once again, the horror twisting on his face as he’s forced to acknowledge all of it.

Also, additional note, I believe this version of him in the Red Hood mask is a great parallel to his utrh storyline. Cause it wasn’t, child who lost their life at 15 and when they returned learned everything had moved on without him, where he feels that his life and death wasn’t impactful on those around him, that his life was so insignificant his own father chose his killer’s life over him (thats a whole other rant). In this it’s a parallel where his father is the one who dies, he hears the final wish that avenging him isn’t what Jason needs, that its a path his father doesn’t want for Jason or himself. And Jason recognizes this, believing that he’s doing what Bruce wanted. Not following the bloody path. Then he learns he has, he learns that without knowing he did the exact opposite. Under the Red Hood, and Red Hood stories he decidedly takes this path, twists it into his own thing of significance to himself, giving his renewed life meaning. This parallel version (idk what to call it), the path more or less chooses him. He views his own actions differently, although the same things (give or take some ppl he killed), because of the experience the two versions of himself lived through.

I just ughhhhhh. All it took was 4 minutes for me to have my jaw dropped, staring at my screen, my mind repeatedly thinking about it. This will never leave my head.

Lowkey probably gonna delete or ignore this thing exists. I just rlly needed to get my thoughts out somewhere.

[starcatchingsnake]

Idk if anyone's done a fic like the one I'm imagining but:

...comparing Bruce and Jason to Mary Shelley's Victor Frankenstein and his monster...

That's currently been rolling around in my head and I feel like some very yummy literary parallels could be drawn between the two relationships...

[sxnshxnxxnddxxsxxs]

and let me just say this one thing

bruce wayne was made to be a grandfather

[kittensgoboom456]

A angel with a knife

Trained in a knife this Angel takes flight fighting Fair leaving criminals scared with a glare, Cassandra finds her way to make the field fair , A silent assassin ,twirling and through the air , like a ballerina with no care , learned to talk through friends with dare, this little bat does not care, weather night or day your crimes will pay, disowned from the light , but her soul is not dark, the orphan arrives, with effortless strides fighting villains who think they know how to rule lives, from living weapon to choice maker she follows the task choosing her own path fighting others above her class, not fighting for Glory or, brass she makes an effortless grasp holding the reins at last,

[aingeal98]

Repressed bisexual Steph you are so beautiful. How Babs does call Steph up and is like look. Cassandra is calling into relationship tip hotlines. Get it together.

HDJDHSDKH Gotham late night advice radio shows get very familiar with a caller who goes by "Batgirl" constantly talking about this complicated relationship she's in with her best friend where she's in love and they kiss but her friend is scared of what it might mean that she likes girls despite being fully supportive of their mutual friend's bisexuality. Cass calls every night for a month because the presenter has a soothing voice and surprisingly helpful advice. She never gives a name for this "best friend" but the Batgirl/Spoiler online rpf community explodes anyways. Babs keeps begging Cass to come up with a better caller ID but she's committed to Batgirl now.

[blog-moved-lol]

Y'know one of my favorite things about being in the Batman fandom is that now the characters live in my mind at all times. I'm bored because the internet's out? Thinking about them. I'm trying to fall asleep? Thinking about them. I'm listening to music? Hey, that lyric reminds me of [Batfam member].

But honestly it isn't the badass fight scenes, or the depressing angst scenes, or even the romantic scenes that I like to imagine most. It's just.. Mundane thing, or them being silly. For some reason it's comforting.

Alfred acting like Bruce's father figure, sitting by him when he's stressed and giving him a firm side hug as Bruce finally relaxes for once in his life.

Dick listening to music, using a Bat-Grappler to zip around Gotham and flipping/jumping off of buildings to let off steam, using the moonlight and his instincts to guide him, feeling the cool Gotham wind in his hair.

Jason drinking a cup of hot chocolate, reading a book in the Wayne Manor library as he sits in front of the fire, maybe letting you sit on his lap to read with him, and if he's reading something old English like Shakespeare he'll gently explain what the fancy words would translate to in modern English.

Going to Batburger at 3AM with Tim, sitting quietly together as you eat greasy yet delicious burgers, looking out of the window by your booth into the starry sky as he tells you about his day.

Saving a cat from a tree with Damian, watching him look at the cat with so much care in his eyes as he gently pets its fur and listens to it purr, trekking back home to ask Bruce if you can keep it.

Or just them being silly siblings, Jason playfully punching Dick's shoulder while Dick ruffles Jason's hair, Tim and Damian having the stupidest competitions over who can eat cereal the fastest, or who can learn a new move first.

Fun things :]

[golden-heretic]

i have, like, 5 ships that mean the entire world to me and the only thing they all have in common is "opposites attract"

[decentwinter]

There's fun in those headcanons that Gothamites are pretty much just another breed, and that getting jokerized or inhaling fear toxin is just "another Monday morning" for them. No joke, they did get a laugh or two out of me before

But doesn't this reflect a deeper problem that big cities have? Take one citizen at random: their mother might be in the hospital after drinking from a poisoned water source (again) (how many times have their waters been poisoned?) (thank the Wayne Enterprises for the healthcare). They suspect that a friend or sibling has gotten involved in goon work for some extra money, there are rumors about a new terrorist attack, there's drama at their workplace (thanks, Susan), the begging of the homeless kids on the streets is heart-wrenching—and *oh*, right, they still have to do laundry when they get home.

The head that bows the sword does not cut, but with cruelty, the chain leads it. Better alive and restless—a coward's choice—as the one who fights often finds himself akin to the ones he hates.

At least not all of them are victims of a putrid system; it's easier to hate something you consider entirely evil. There's poison deep inside their veins, flesh and blood coming from earth, and back to earth they'll return. But what to do when your earth is poisoned, your waters dirty, your air heavy, and when you look up at the sky—they've taken away your stars, too. The moon barely outshines the city's lights, a boy does a backflip on the rooftop of a building.

[twisted-tales-told]

m so very late but. can you tell me how you feel about jason/dick pls? hcs, thoughts, feelings, everything

Yes so much I can do this

I’m feel so much about them. I love every version of their dynamic I have ever seen. I love Jason looking up to dick & dick not giving him the time of day until it was too late, I love if they were close or if they hated each other.

I think finding each other as adults is a really surreal experience for the both of them.

I love aus where their dynamic is brotherly and I love aus where their dynamic is romantic.

I think a lot of it has to do with the fic, because there are just SO many ways they can be written, but in every universe they are important to each other. They cannot escape each other. They have to make it work because they love each other (in whatever form)

I feel they are both mirrors of Bruce too. Like Nightwing is who Bruce wishes he could be, and Jason is who Bruce fears he could be.

And their relationship, them making it work, is really symbolic of how the core problem is actually just a failure to see oneself as a human doing their best.