Cass would not be a cheerleader shes way too cool for that stereotypical american BS. She'd take an after school ballet class.
You guys have no idea how funny it is that so many people seem to be annoyed that I decided Cass would be a cheerleader like I feel like theres gotta be some personal reasons for the cheerleader hate or at least the cass cheerleader hate either way I think you guys should rewatch "but I'm a cheerleader" then read "she drives me crazy"
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Hubris was the downfall of many men.
He remembers indulging in one of Jason’s many long-winded rants about literature, hearing his brother ramble on and on about how pride was the thing that killed John Proctor. Sure, Abigail made have been the leading cause of all those deaths, but John could have lived- could have seen his sons grow up- had he went through with the plan and lied… and yet, it was only because of a man’s pride did he leave behind his wife and sons.
And now as he lays alone and dying far, far away from family and friends… Tim couldn’t help but think hubris was what led him to… this.
His independence, once a blessing- now a curse, had him set out by himself with no foreword or warning to any hero or civilian whatsoever.
He feels… cold? Empty… Irritated. Oh what a time to be irritated, though Tim wasn’t all too sure who exactly his irritation was directed towards…
Bruce? Sure, he hadn’t been the best of fathers, but… he was all time had. Bruce hadn’t known Tim was going on this stupid trip, so he couldn’t be blamed.
Dick? Tim’s own personal hero? No, never. Dick might’ve hurt him before, but Tim couldn’t force himself to hold that grief even if he tried. Dick was spending the weekend with his friends, so Tim doubts he’ll find out about this until much later.
Jason? Despite being a grade a asshole, Jason cared. He had vehemently opposed Tim’s trip, and now he could see how it came back to bite him in the ass.
He laughs shrilly, tone nearing hysterical as Tim feels himself stop shivering… That wasn’t good, right? He read somewhere before that the moment you stop shivering, is the most dangerous.
Tim forces himself tighter into a ball, fighting to stay awake as he clung desperately onto his fleeing thoughts.
What about Stephanie? She got on his nerves occasionally, but those moments were few and far between.
Damian? Well, despite… everything, Tim has been trying to repair their relationship with what little scraps existed prior.
Cass? God, no. Tim could never be angry at her. She does her best, and honestly? Tim commends her for it.
Duke was a sweetheart. Kind, determined, and optimistic even after everything he’s gone through. he was the embodiment of sunshine through and through.
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…………What was he thinking about?
He was… sleepy. Tired….
…Where was Bernard? Where was Kon? He was… numb. Was he supposed to feel this numb?
Taking a little nap wouldn’t hurt, right? It wouldn’t hurt at all….
“Oh, Detective, look what mess have you gotten yourself into? This is why you never should have left my side”
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I forgot to put this in an ask- oops
I thought that your little creature would look really cool as a dragon, so I decided to draw it!
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batfam as things i and others have said pt 4
(these make me so happy so id be expecting them for a while)
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dick after getting bit by mosquitoes: it looks like a vampire with bad dental hygiene bit me
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jason after drinking straight from the tap: whys dad offended at what water i use? he’s second hand offended. mates out here making new emotions
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tim: the computer showed me things I didn’t wanna see
bruce: she showed you the truth?
tim: she showed me the future
alfred: do i need to get you two help
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the rest of the family: talking about normal life things
jason, tim and damian: talking about how they’d survive a zombie apocalypse
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jason: im playing with death here
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dick: i got an evi- email today
jason: you got an evil email?
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cass to steph while trying to flirt: you have such eyes
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pt 1 pt 2 pt 3
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