I honestly do not think I've ever experienced as much agony over a fictional character as I have over oscar malevolent. he's just the winning combo of religious trauma, blood, devotion, queer pain, endless kindness and optimism, and vengeance yk?
okay lay one-dimensional walburga to rest. give me overbearing walburga who chokes her sons with her love. walburga who is so determined to make them perfect that she doesn't care if she suffocates them. walburga who controls their clothes, their food, walburga who brushes their hair every morning and inspects their skin. walburga who loves dressing up her pretty, perfect boys like they're dolls. who forces her children to be exactly what she wants them to be and hides it all under it's because i love you, baby and i only want the best for you, my love and are you sure you want to wear that? and don't you want to look prettier, my darling?
I need Billy to get Clark Kent-ed in a fic and sent to cover a Wayne gala
Billy and Bruce meet, names are exchanged, and Bruce worries if this kid is doing okay and if there’s a father position open. Billy is there for some Wayne-Sivana partnership with Magnificus, asking a lot of well informed questions and acting like a little cherub.
Them bad guys break in, one has a gun to Billy’s head and Billy, in true street kid fashion and with the experience from his last 57 kidnapping attempts; bites the hand over his mouth, throws the guy whose twice his size over himself and twists his arm, and dismantles the gun before Batman swoops in and saves the rest of the day.
Batman checks on him, asking if he’s okay, and Billy drops the good kid act and straight up tells him to piss off because he’s not getting adopted by a furry man-child who lives a state away from his hometown
Any Robin or sidekick that was there just cheers the kid on from the roof top screaming “DODGED THAT BULLET!” after having spent the whole gala trying to keep them apart before Bruce could bust out the adoption papers