#ie door and tim

[riotshotguns]

thinking way too hard about the remedyverse and how quantum break does (or rather doesn’t) fit into it and i feel fucking insane nobbody talk me orlook at me

[apocalypse-shuffle]

BRUCE WAYNE | BATMAN (generalized fanon | wfa)

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Bruce Wayne w/ a Rastafarian S/O (Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

Headcanons

SFW, slice of life, BATMOM, batfamily appearances, fluff, established relationship(s) - caribbean!reader

Pic source — Batman: Wayne Family Adventures webtoon

Bruce initially being the only person allowed to see your locs.

Each kid takes it as a rite of passage when they’re allowed to see your hair as well. You do your best to stress to them not to make it seem like an obligation or some huge sign of your love or anything, but they tend to give it more weight than you want them to regardless.

It’s just that when you’re in your home, and around your people, you can trust your locs to be free.

The first time when the house was quiet (no risk of guests) Bruce suddenly found one night that he was allowed to see your locs after you finally convinced him to get out of the Batsuit and come sleep upstairs in a bed instead of on a cot in the cave.

You don’t make a big deal of it, and he doesn’t comment right then, but he is very pleased.

You and Damian bond over ‘vegan’ dishes and desserts.

There’s plenty of times when you’re making a Caribbean dish ‘vegan’ (ie: compatible with your Ital diet to a natural medicinal-esq degree) that he acts as your taste tester or is the accomplice to any failures you make in the kitchen.

Something about ‘Rasta Pasta’ does vex you, though. There’s just something so antithetical about something that explicitly has ‘Rasta’ in the name having meat in it most of the time that boggles your mind even though it isn’t a big deal.

You share your feelings about this with Bruce and he nods sagely while Duke busts a gut behind him with his hands slapped over his mouth. Duke does think you have a point but the way you’re talking about it and just how seriously Bruce is taking your otherwise trivial complaint is killing him.

Jason picks out pretty wraps for you to wrap your head with from wherever he’s traveled. A lot of them you sew into skirts you buy to make them longer but still give them a personal touch.

Everyone eats your food; no one misses the meat (and all the other things you don’t cook with) and Alfred supremely enjoys the day off from the kitchen because if you're asked to make dinner you’re making breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dessert too.

Dick will come all the way from Bludhaven for your fungi and (meatless) veggie stew, please do not play. You make extra just for him to take home every time.

Bruce loves at night when you’re going to bed and you drop your hair. Loves getting to see your locs knock into your back and fall over your shoulders. Your hair is your crown and Bruce treats it with every bit of reverence it deserves.

Whenever he can he likes to twine his fingers through your locs when you kiss.

On slow days when the Bat isn’t needed and Bruce Wayne doesn’t have to make an appearance you spend the day around each other. You alternate from his office to your bedroom while he works and you oil and retwist your hair on the bed or on the couch in his study.

The two of you have your dumbest conversations on days like these which is how Duke and Damian end up walking in on you both debating the logistics of whether capri pants were an acceptable fashion choice.

Both Duke and Damian sided with you saying they were not, but then Tim walked in on the conversation and - even after explaining your reasoning to him - sided with Bruce saying they were a perfect choice for when you couldn’t decide between shorts or pants.

When Steph passes by the open door she shakes her head at Tim, clicking her tongue like you usually do, and asks you if she can borrow one of your blouses even though you can see it already under her arm.

You make it mandatory that you all go out as a family to connect with nature, not just be around it, and to get some actual sun.

Hikes are absolutely your jam, and it’s not like Bruce likes anything better than to show off for you. Rock climbing in nature, taking trips to swim in the Caribbean, cave explorations, plant scavenger hunts, star gazing, and more are all on the table too when free time comes into play.

You and Bruce also go on regularly scheduled walks (that is when he’s not too torn up to walk) where you take the time to catch up and re-familiarize and ground yourselves through growing your connection even more.

You also have the room — and Bruce is more than happy to give you it — to have a giant garden where you grow a lot of your own food, and you maintain it as a family.

You wake up to pray every morning like clockwork, and Bruce doesn’t join in but he does wake up for a short stint of time to watch you before passing back out.

If there was one thing your husband wasn’t, it was a morning person (within reason, most of the time).

If he is up and moving (and home) when you’re going out he likes to wrap your locs up for you. The first time he offered you raised a brow at him, but he eased the fabric from your hands and turned you around to show you what he meant anyway. When he wraps the fabric around your bundled locs exactly like how you do without any instruction you’re shocked, but the smile you give him afterwards is dazzled enough that Bruce winks at you.

When he’s really calm, usually before he’s about to slip into sleep after a long time running around and plotting as Batman, he’ll go soft and as floaty as he ever does. While one of his hands will be wrapped around you, the other often gravitates towards the wooden ankh you wear (if you still have it on). He winds it between his fingers, playing with the beads that adorn the necklace like he’s in a trance as he presses sleepy kisses to your brown skin.

You pray for him most often when he’s like this, your touch on him soft and your hand a gentle balm in his hair in turn; his life was always on the line after all, and so were your children’s. It couldn’t hurt, that was for sure.

You make the Manor a little louder relatively often; keeping the energy in your adopted home alive (when you don’t have a full house, especially) with the music you play. It’s healing. Makes everyone in the house get a little more energy in their step at the reggae and Caribbean hymns in the background.

Plus, watching Dami’s head bounce to the music when he’s not paying attention is too cute.

Whenever you’re blessed enough to hear (what’s typically) Jason, Steph, or Duke singing familiar lyrics under their breaths or humming well worn and loved tunes, too, you can’t help how your heart swells.

Dick will full on just sing along with you if he’s around, in all his off key glory, and you love that just the same.

You’re in your garden a lot and out of all your kids Cassandra enjoys being out there with you the most. You two often gather from and maintain the garden together in silence. You suspect she likes how visibly non-demanding it is; it gives her brain a break.

Alfred has his roses and you have your produce/aromatics and you share irrigation tips.

You share your beliefs with your crew whenever they ask but are perfectly content to let them choose their own paths in life.

Cass listens to your prayers the most, you don’t think she believes in the Most High (or any ‘higher power’ that people praise for that matter) but you love that she appreciates the messages regardless.

The elites and the press act absolutely ridiculous about you and your natural appearance, but you just don’t pay them no mind and go about your business unbothered. That hatred was their prerogative, not yours; you would not bow to their system, to the machinations of Babylon.

You’re single-handedly making Bruce Wayne (Gotham’s ‘Crown Prince’) smell inarguably like incense; just from him being so obsessed with you and always wanting to be around you as much as possible he’ll smell like any variety of sages to cedars (& etc.).

If there’s anyone that’s going to hasten Wayne Enterprises shifting to more eco friendly practices and renewable energy it’s going to be you. It’s not like you had to do much though, Bruce is pretty advancement friendly on his own.

You start a good amount of community gardens throughout Gotham through W.E. — villians mostly leave them alone outside of Ivy occasionally making the plants mutated enough to ‘come to life’.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I’d like to make it known that most of the information I put here was gained through observation (& some lived experience), but also that while the person I garnered this information from is a Rasta, that they aren’t a particularly ‘traditional’ one, so take that as you will. Also, not every Rasta practices the same way so don’t hold me as a source or anything either.

I’m also a non-Jamaican Caribbean, just fyi.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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[moriitis]

Maybe some Toby x F Reader angst...idk but heavy agnst

-🫐🔮 Anon

Toby Rogers x Reader. Angst!Short.

WC; 1.6k.

Reader is in gender neutral terms, ie, they/them.

Content/Warnings; suicide, cutting, blood, limbs nearly falling off, veins, mentions of murder, heavy implied suicide tones, suicide attempts, explicit descriptions of cutting, wrist slitting.

If you are struggling with any of the warnings above, do not read this. Reach out and get some help. You are loved and wanted.

Suicide Hotlines List.

"Hey, we're just head-" Swinging open the door, Toby froze. "Oh no, no, no- Tim! Tim!" His yells called out as he helplessly stumbled toward your limp body, collapsing beside you as he quickly assessed you over and over again. He had seen countless dead bodies, countless wounds, countless cuts, limitless supplies of blood but this was the only time he had ever froze at a corpse. Unsure what to do, unsure how to help, if he were too late. "Fuck, no, no, come on-" It was there his shaky hands reached out toward your body, diving deep inside the tub and hooking his hands under your arms to lift you out. You were so heavy and as he moved you, your head flopped onto his chest. The water inside was cold and crimson red, indicating you had been sat in the water for awhile. "Fucks sake, Tim!" he yelled again, voice straining as he tried to compose his emotions. "You're okay, you're okay-"

On the side of the tub, recklessly, sat blades and dotted on the floor were the empty tubs of pill bottles. Toby couldn't count, he didn't want to as he lifted your wet, cold body onto his lap. His hand frantically searched for a pulse, on your neck and moving to his wrists until he spotted the deep wounds. The blood that once gave you life had already gushed out in heaps into the water and slowly the life drained from you as he glanced over at the cuts. You spared no remorse at cutting yourself, it looked as it your hands were about to fall off - connected by only the veins and muscle. You must've hit the main artery on both wrists because the amount of blood was not enough to comprehend. He hadn't seen this amount of blood since.. since he lost Lyra. Was that her blood?

Quickly, his hand moved to brush some hair that was stuck to your forehead and he began to sob. A helpless sob, clutching onto you and rocking you back and forth as he called out again; "Tim, please..!" He begged, he prayed to whatever entity was listening to not let you leave, to not let you die. He had lost Lyra, lost Kate and now he had lost you. Was he cursed? Emotions poured into him at a speed he couldn't process, anger, confusion, sadness, grief and regret. The water from the faucet was still running which caused the water to overflow from the tub, wetting his pants and room in the process. The only sound filling the room was running water and his broken sobs as he tried to wrack his mind on what to do. He was good at taking lives, not bringing them back!

Then before he could muster up the courage to yell again, footsteps came fast approaching down the wooden hall of the cabin. They were rapid and quick, a sense of urgency in them as Tim practically skidded around the corner. The smell of blood was evident in the air and Tim could only stare wide-eyed for a moment as he took in the scene before him. As soon as Tim appeared, Toby turned to face him, face red and blotchy from the tears.

"What do we do?!" Toby barked, an idle hand gently caressing your forehead as he kept your face close to his chest. Tim was dumbfounded, shock in his system as he reached a muscular hand up and through his hair. Before he could get a chance to think, Brian's footsteps came darting down the hall. The water trickled down and coated the hallway, creating a 'splish, splash' of feet as he jogged closer. The urgency was in the air and it seemed Brian was the only cool headed one as he gasped once turning the corner, a hand idly gripped around the frame of the doorway. For people so well acquainted with death, they all seemed rather foreign to the idea of it as it unfolded before them.

"Towels, get towels, now," Brian spoke softly, not wanting to create more of a panic as he reached out and squeezed Tim's shoulder. Though, he did not move and Brian stepped a little closer, blocking his view and shooting him a stern look in his eye. "Tim, towels," he repeated again and with a blink, Tim looked up and nodded slowly before stepping away.

It was there Brian stepped in, stepping over empty pill bottles and glancing down at your frame. For a moment, a look of pity flashed across his features and then he grimaced upon seeing your cuts. Inhaling a shaky and steady breath, he knelt down and moved his fingers against the crook of your neck. You were so cold and Toby felt this and despite it all, he kept you close - in some attempt to warm you up. As Brian got to work feeling for a pulse, Toby could only watch, exchanging a look between Brian and yourself. Why was this all unfair? Toby rapidly blinked the tears away, sniffling as he kept a reassuring caress on your cheek with his thumb. He should be doing this in other circumstances, you should be looking up at him, with that pretty smile, with life in your eyes and behind the plumpness of your cheeks. Toby understood why you did this, he had his own scars too and yet he couldn't contain the flush of anger that pumped through his system in little shocks. Shit, if you wanted to not feel alive for a little bit, he could've helped! He had weed, if you wanted to get choked out for a bit, shit, he would do that too. You were so stupid, stupid, stupid. He wanted to shake you back and forth, to shake you back to life and yell at you for being so fucking idiotic. Had you not thought? Thought of the prospect of your future?! Your life?! What about him?! What was he going to do?! As his mind whirred, he felt his teeth clench and it was there he broke down again.

Brian, wanting to comfort him, could only squeeze his shoulder as he quickly got to work. Regardless of how long you had been bleeding out, he hoped, he prayed, that they could bring you back. Death was unkind and unwelcoming, especially for the life of a proxy and if you think the satisfaction of death could release you from Slender's grips, you were nothing but a fool.

Before Toby could muster up the courage to speak, Tim reappeared with towels and quickly handed them to Brain. With a thankful nod, he began pressing the soft towels against your wrists, practically holding them in place before turning back to Tim.

"Get Jack, and be quick," then he turned to Toby. "You go, I'll stay here with them." Toby did not move, in fact, he only moved away from Brian, possessively pulling your frame with him as he shook his head frantically. Toby's stubbornness only worsened the situation at hand and Brian didn't have time for this childish behaviour.

"I'm not leaving," Toby spat through grit teeth, holding you so tightly that the embrace itself could've suffocated you - that's if you weren't already dead. "He can go on his own," and it was there Toby motioned his head toward Tim. The two men could only exchange looks as Tim sighed, speaking for the first time since the ordeal.

"I'm going," was all he spoke, voice gruff and coarse as he made no time out the door and searching for Jack.

Admittedly, Brian had no hope for your survival, you had already lost pints of blood and it wasn't like he was trained in this kind of shit either. Despite his concern, he had not yet muttered a word of this to Toby. The poor boy sat on the floor, pants ridden with water, his ass probably wet and soggy as he kept a steady hand caressing your forehead. He could only watch, hands pressed securely on the towels that sat atop your wrists. Silence loomed as Tim's footsteps disappeared down the hall and out the door in a sense of urgency, leaving both Toby and Brian alone with nothing but an unconscious corpse. Toby could barely look at you, for it pained him too much, the way the color was stripped from your features, how serene and peaceful you looked despite the blood around you on the bathroom floor. You are so beautiful, more beautiful in any other way and Toby could only beat himself up each time he glanced down at you, seeing only Lyra in his arms. This all hurt and despite how long ago Lyra had died, it all came flashing back to him in a punch to the face that hurt him the same as it had the day she died.

"I don't-" Toby's voice broke and he adverted his gaze away from Brian, ashamed and embarrassed for the fluctuation of emotions. "I don't want to lose them." Toby's voice had a sense of vulnerability in it, like the child within him was reaching out and yearning for a better outcome. His bottom lip wobbled and in a desperate attempt, he bit away the tears that wanted to fall, the lump in his throat becoming unbearably painful as he fought back tears. He didn't want to cry anymore, he couldn't, because it made him feel lesser of a man. 'Men don't cry,' his fathers words echoed in his mind. The brunette helplessly dropped his shoulders, trying to muster up some strength. Only before he could breath back the tears, Brian's hand reached out and touched him gently on his shoulder. A touch so soft and kind, it felt unfamiliar to Toby.

"It's okay to cry," Brian spoke softly, sending him a soft smile and nod. It was there, those words, immediately sent Toby into an array of sobs and unholy cries, his shoulders bouncing from each breath he took in an attempt to control himself.

"They'll be okay?" Toby asked between each broken sob.

"They will be okay."

I really don't like how my writing turned out in this, sloppy and just not to my best. sorry.

[angeline-lydia-fowl]

Bonjour, Angeline!

Out of curiosity, how was your life as a jazz pianist like, before meeting Artemis' father? It's a life I've often seen represented under an heavily romanticized light (ie. The Legend of 1900), but I'd be curious about your experience.

- Minerva

Bonjour ma belle !

Oh, my... How to sum all of that up. I met Tim quite young ; even though I had been at the Royal Irish Academy for Music for many years already, my professional career had barely started. So my experience was akin to that of many young musicians - school during the day, and gigs at night.

I mostly played as a classical soloist, mostly but not only for the Academy, and also started a jazz trio with my friends Tadhg (battery) and Finn (bass), which became a quartet when our friend Lara joined us on the trumpet. I chose the name of our band ! We were The Silky Sifaka Lemurs, 'Silkies' for short 😃

I was lucky to have a good network thanks to the RIAM, which opened many doors for me as a soloist and also with the band. Not all aspiring jazz musicians get to play at Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club and JJ Smyth's before turning 20, and I am so grateful for that.

And then, well... Life happened, and I had to quit playing with the band and resign from RIAM. I really, really missed performing at first... But Tim's dickhead of a father didn't really give me any choice.

I never stopped composing though - for the Silkies, for other musicians, for my darling @thesecondartemis-fowl and for myself. I could perform again, but I'm not sure I want to anymore. I've grown to prefer playing only for the people I know and love.

@askminervaparadizo Merci de me permettre de me replonger dans tous ces souvenirs 💚

Musicalement ✨

[ragnarokhound]

🚪🫷 😲 🫸🚪

JAYTIMKON WOLF DOG SHEEP FIC??? IM LOSING MY MIND AND I NEED YOU TO SAY MORE RIGHT NOW

- @bi-bats

OHOHOHO WELL

if you insist ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

The premise is timkon established relationship, but Tim is scheming to acclimate Kon and Jason like introducing two cats through a bathroom door. Eventually, he gets Kon on board he and Kon tag-team Jason, pspspspsing him into their relationship uwu jaytimkon endgame FTW

More specifics and small snip under the cut ;)

This is based on that one post that went around a while ago talking about the herding dog x wolf x sheep dynamic UwU and I thought it would be interesting to do a 3-part fic with 3 different POV's and they each take turns in each of the roles depending on the POV character's perception OwO

I don't have a lot written for it yet, and I would appreciate a vibe check on my Kon voice so far because I don't write him very often (ie at all), but here's a snip of the start:

Kon does not like Jason Todd. He doesn’t really think he has to explain why, because of the, like, everything about him. But in the interest of full disclosure— He’s an asshole. He kills people. He hurt Tim real bad that one time— no, not that time, at Titan’s Tower, that other time, with the batarang he stabbed into Tim’s fucking chest— He’s also never properly met the guy, but so what? He doesn’t have to. He can tell. The vibes are rancid. So he's not really sure why, exactly, Tim is friends with him. They hang out together on the nights they're both in town, after their patrols are done. Jason never stays after Kon gets there, shifty-eyed and staring too long after Kon's kissed his boyfriend hello. Like clockwork, his heartbeat will start to race loud and annoying in Kon's ear, picking up like he's getting ready for a fight. Then Tim always asks if he wants to stay a little longer, that they were planning to watch a movie or grab ramen from that place up the street, and he's welcome to join them. Barf. Kon would go along with it. Begrudgingly. Because despite his extremely correct feelings about Jason, he knows Tim likes him. That he thinks it's water under the bridge. Tim is too generous to forgive sometimes, when he thinks he's the only one who was hurt. But Jason will just raise a cocky eyebrow, glancing at Kon like he knows what he's thinking, and smirk all lop-sided and fake. He'll beg off, making his excuses and slinking out like a thwarted wolf, knowing better than to snatch a lamb when the guard dog's on duty. Kon always tracks his racing heartbeat across town, just to be sure.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello, I have a scenario request <3 your an infected but you still have normal brain functions [ie you aren’t feral/completely gone in the head and can still sorts function. Your body is partially decayed and you can’t speak, but you can still partially function] Brian, Tim and Toby find you and bring you back, without knowing your partially infected, and realize that you can still sort-of function normally and won’t attack them.

So sorry this took me so long!

TW: Gorey depictions of your body!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Brian, Tim and Toby with an Infected!Reader

Wandering the woods in an apocalypse was both very stupid, and very resourceful. On one hand, you could end up finding a hoard of the undead. On the other hand, you could find something useful, like first aid kits, ammo, food, etc.

Or, (like this time) you may just find some survivors. Which is what these three men had thought they found today. You lay there, in this pile of leaves, twigs and bugs, completely knocked out and unresponsive to anything they tried. And so, Tim picks you up and hauls you on his back, while Brian carries Tim's other things, trying to quickly get back to their cabin before sun down.

Once they get back, Toby is the first to point out that your leg is almost fully decayed, and that your skin has a purple-ish undertone to it. The trio gets to work, zip tying your hands, putting you in a room by yourself, and wedging a piece of wood into your mouth.

By the time you wake up, it is early in the morning. Maybe 1 or 2 at the latest. You begin to frantically hit the walls with your body, trying to bust your way out of the room you are in. This wakes the boys up, seeing various lights turn on in different rooms and hearing the heavy footsteps coming your way.

There is hushed argument outside the door about what they should do with you, before Tim slowly enters the room with a knife held in one had, and a makeshift pillow sheild in the other. He fully expects you to charge him, and when you do, Toby will shoot you so that this whole ordeal can be over and done with.

You instead, stand still, giving him a puzzled look. This confuses everyone, and they look to each other for what to do next. "Are you....infected?" Tim asks you finally. You look down to your body, before looking back up at him with a "duh" look. "Can you....understand me?" He asks again.

You nod. "Can you talk?" He asks, slowly placing the knife down on the ground to make himself appear less threatening. You shake your head in response.

The boys share another look with each other before Tim approaches you, and uses the pillow to carefully jab you. You, in turn, make a frustrated noise. "How rude!" You think to yourself. This makes everyone jump back, expecting the worst.

When you dont do anything else, Tim begins to approach you again, after grabbing his knife off the floor. "Im gonna untie you, but you can't hurt us, ok?" You nod and hold up your wrists. He cuts the ties off and takes the wood out of your mouth. You rub your wrists and move your jaw out of habit from when you were living, expecting to be sore.

Since then, you have grown in relationship with all three of the boys, even working alongside them. You are able to get past other infected people in order to get things that they need. In turn, you get shelter and easy access to your fair share of nutrients (living people) through looking at who's wronged your friends in the past...

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ooooh, OK so fun context on some of the Damian & Tim murder stuff.

So, one time Damian had to flee from his life from Ra's and a whole god damn army. He showed up at the bat cave genuinely begging for help & Tim crushed his hand under a metal door and told him to fuck off. When Damian got in anyway and had a tearful conversation with Alfred Tim attacked him and it got, 'heated', let's say. But if I recall Tim was every bit as extreme as Damian in that scenario and pointedly was the one who kept escalating the situation.

There was also when Tim put Damian on a "This guy should be put down like a rabid dog at the first sign of evil" list, claiming his "Biology" as part of it. This is actually what led to the famed "Attempted Tim murder" thing IE, Damian finding out about the list.

Though it was less a murder attempt and more just causing Tim to fall (While they were out as Robin, so in body armor, ETC) and then fist fighting him for a bit cos he was upset.

Ya know this makes Damian's murder attempts sound quite reasonable tbh

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

yup. I'm roundin out the collection. fuck it. that was then this is now thoughts:

CRAZY intro. lovin this music hello.

EMILO ESTAVAN??? lovin how every se Hinton movie has to have either matt dillion or emilo estavan or both (AOUGH N HES SWAGGED OUT)

stole 2 milk jugs just to promptly drop one on someone's lawn as u run for the bus.

'what is it?' a car bryon' 'did u steal it?' man where do u think? u friends got a car in 15 seconds? do u think he BOUGHT it?

wait hold on. that scene is remindin me of somethin. hold on. OH. ok the scene where they run the red light n two cars almost crash is real reminiscent of when rusty james n the motorcycle boy did the same yeah? yall know what I'm talking about?

BRYON GOIN TO PUT HIS SEAT BELT ON N MARK SIDE EYIN HIM HELP

CURLY???? MY baby... what did they do to u... actually wait this eyeliner goin insanely hard nevermind. but WHERE IS HIS LONG ASS HAIR GIVE IT BACK

AWWW stop I ain't even payin attention to whatever the fuck they're sayin cause angela went over n asked curly for a juice n then curly turned around n stole one for her. hmm. siblings ever perhaps.

actually cannot get over marks lil jacket. Will be thinkin about forever. n his earrin. n his bringin bryons ma a flower. n his sittin up on the end table legs swingin. AOUGH

if mark wasn't such a deliquent I think him n soda would actually get along real well. actually. hold on. maybe I'll make a seperate post here but there's somethin there. also pony clearly likes a certain personality type (loud, funny, impulsive) ie (sodas my favorite brother, marks my friend, curly.)

WAIT BRYON ALSO HAS AN EARRIN.

the way bryon just stands there like 👁👁 blinkin at cathy

Mark whistlin at bryon. very important to me

HELLO??? THEIR FRIEND RAPPIN WHILE THEY JUST TAP OFF BEAT ON THE CAR JAJAWGHDJNSJW

IS THAT M N M??? awww he's so CUTE what the hell!! goddamn why did curly just side eye the FUCK outta him

obsessed with the way curly is always just standin around lookin. he ain't got shit to say but he's observin.

just LOOK at all those COLORS

did he just shove an m n m up he nose. DID HE JUST SHOOT IT OUT. EW

goddamn these children are bullies. also. I ain't makin fun a ya. HEY. ARE U MAKIN FUN A HIM.

M N M N HIS CLOTHES THAT ARE ALL TO BIG AW

what the hell am I watchin. one. crazy start. I want ya to sing for me? 🤨 two. how about? jingle bells? why the hell is that ur song choice. three. WHY ARE YOU SINGIN IT

n go get a haircut? mama. curlys already bald mama give him BACK his hair

'curlys?' 'curlys.' 'jeez ur gettin to be as bad as me' 🧍‍♂️. 'never.'

damn even the BUS driver got beef with Mark what the hell did u do to HIM

'you're goin to the dance with Cathy? I thought u were gonna go stag with me n the guys' *leg starts bouncin a mile a minute* there's somethin to be said about how emilo chooses to portray Mark's body language. n it is good.

Mark playin pool alone aough

'it's either let u borrow it or someone'll steal it' they both side eye mark

wait a damn minute. somethin just occurred to me. they changed the time period this is supposed to be set in.

'you wanna buy that goddamn table!' 'sure! I'll have the movers coke pick it up in the mornin' guys I fear I giggled

awww them crowded into the bathroom together gettin ready :(

they say hi bryon like a hundred times in his scene

M N MS REAL NAME IS HOWARD???

why the fuck is m n ms dad such a bitch. I hate that guy. fuck that guy frl.

'where ya goin?' ' around the block a couple times' I fear he ate his ass up.

bryon gettin outta the car to hustle around n open the door for Cathy HA

they did the whole shepard family dirty. wait. do we get to see tim. WAIT WE DO YEAH? OHHH I CANT WAIT

do we get to see ponyboy?? he's in the book right? WAIT IS THAT HIM IN THE YELLOW?? I don't care WHAT is happenin in this scene I just wanna see pony

is that? pony? he didn't even do anythin :( he didn't even get to talk :(

bryon grabbin mark by the head n shovin him through the window. Mark fuckin with his cut. him? beat boxin?

the whole conversation in the car kinda got my ass. 'you ever get the feelin things are changin? comin to an end?' *hopeful* 'yeah' *scared*

'now everybody's swept away' 'or grown up.' AOUGH

THEY SAID THE TITLE OF THE MOVIE THAT WAS THEN THIS IS NOW REFERENCE

[bunnylouisegrimes]

I've been contemplating writing other AP characters more in my works, but I find it difficult for multiple reasons.

I feel like these other characters, with the exception of Louis, just do not vibe with my muse. When it comes to my self insert works, I feel like Louis would be the only one nice to my self insert, and that's probably why I envision him in a happy ending where he ends up with Sean so that he has a Bateman in the end. The rest would just bully her or be apathetic. Like Evelyn would be the first to try to swing hands (because how dare Patrick replace her with someone beneath their class? He could be with another rich girl or model, that's fine because she's sleeping around with another rich guy, but a girl who's less than her? Now that's just too far!), Courtney would just be apathetic, Craig and David would be assholes, Tim might seem apathetic at first, but then he would be an asshole behind closed doors...I've always been torn about Jean because on one hand, I like to envision her and my self insert as besties. But then, on the other hand, she would probably get super jealous of Patrick being with my SI instead, and then she would be pissy. I don't think it helps either that Jean is a thin blonde as well (even if she isn't the "models" that Patrick screws around with), so she thought in comparison to my SI, she'd have a higher chance of being with Patrick based on type alone.

I could try it if I pursue more reader insert stuff, but even then, these characters do not like to work with me. Idk. Maybe I need time to figure out how to go about this if I do lol. It's no wonder the few times I have written these characters they end up being background assholes most of the time (ie my fic where Patrick kills Evelyn for my SI and my fic where Craig, David, and Tim all make fun of my SI for her misunderstanding social cues and being awkward).

(Sidenote: I'm not including Paul here because he's a dead stupid bastard lol)

[desire-mona]

mona i just had a thought what if Johnny is never allowed to learn about Danny for whatever reason but there was a young (7-8) girl next door who befriended him slightly in the last few months and when danny is her age she starts telling him about Danny. I dont know it came to me so quickly i had to make sure i wrote it down

i really really really like this idea But i do think that he would probably learn abt danny. even if not from annie, im sure janet wouldve told him while they were visiting. + i dont think that annie ever kept johnnie (i spell it with an ie idk why i dont think thats how its rly spelled) away from danny for any malicious reasons, more out of fear than anything. love was still there, almost definitely in heaps, so i have no doubt that annie and tim (her husband) at least mentioned him in conversation.

however! while not canon i do think thats a fun au idea to keep in mind in case my plan to actually make a fandom does work and fics arise

[navree]

imma be real with you...being a latchkey kid was the highlight of my 90s childhood. video rentals after school, maybe riding bikes around the neighborhood park, inviting schoolmates or neighbor kids over to play videogames until the parents came home and the streetlights went on. was it lonely? occasionally, but it was never THAT BAD™️ to the point of leaving me moping in a corner. hate to sound like a boomer...but kids today are soft.

Like, the thing is, I'm not a millennial, but I'm definitely on the older side of Gen Z by being born in early 1999, and this trend of "latchkey kid" stuff is BAFFLING to me. Like, parentification and child neglect are real things, with real and negative impacts on the children involved, but that's not what people are talking about half the time; they're literally just talking about being left alone on occasion. And it feels like a lot of it comes from two places: 1) from people who didn't actually have two parents who worked and so view the idea that sometimes kids are left alone or with babysitters as akin to child abuse (I made mention of this with one of my complaint about Tim Drake fans wanting his parents to be abusive because they went on business trips for work, y'all clearly had stay at home parents because otherwise that concept would not be shocking) or 2) from people who, I'm sorry, want to feel more put upon than they actually were either because they want to be more interesting or because they feel aggrieved and are grasping for a legitimate reason for it. Maybe I'm mean and crochety but you were not, in fact, criminally treated because sometimes your parents weren't around. My dad went on months long business trips for work when I was a kid, he missed multiple birthdays of mine, my parents both working meant that a lot of times during summers my sister and I were put under the care of babysitters until I was twelve and deemed old enough to be in charge and we were thus left alone. And that was occasionally an issue, because it wasn't nice to have a parent miss a birthday or sometimes the babysitter was definitely not a right fit (we still make jokes about a sitter my sister absolutely hated) or situations arose where an adult was needed (like my sister locking herself in our bathroom by accident, where the lack of readily available adults meant I ended up calling 911 about it, it's a story my parents love me to tell and did result in some rule changes in our house regarding when doors are allowed to be locked and when you should be calling emergency services vs just leaving a message for mom). But it didn't mentally scar me or make me feel abused. The only material consequence it left me with was that by high school I was coming home first cuz my school was within walking distance from my house and therefore I was the first one returning to our dog who had been bereft of human companionship for the day and it made me his favorite for a time.

I also feel like a lot of this also comes from a recent need to pathologize everything. It's something I've noticed with that fucking eldest daughter shit people do, where there's a legitimate idea at the root of it (ie that the eldest child does have to put up with more stuff than younger siblings and if that child is a daughter that gets compounded with societal misogyny and the expectations placed on women and girls and their roles) then balloons outward into this thing where every eldest daughter on the planet has suddenly suffered more than Jesus. And again, as an Eldest Daughter, I am intimately aware of how my being the first born influenced my upbringing; I was far more harshly treated than my sister because my parents didn't know while raising me what was normal behavior for my age vs what was behavior that was unacceptable, whereas they had a baseline for when she reached similar milestones. But it's not something that's left me rocking back and forth and in need of psychiatric care, any more than being left alone did. And with latchkey kid stuff, it's doubly stupid because it really feels like it comes from a position of privilege. Most families need dual income, most families need both parents to be working, and as such that means that sometimes most families are going to need to rely on childcare or, eventually, leaving the kid in charge of themselves for some afternoons. And most kids understand that, the reason I find this shit stupid is because I'm aware of the fact that my parents not being around sometimes was due to the fact that they were doing their jobs, so that we could all live, because that's how the world works especially when you have children and are thus responsible for them as well as yourself. But now everything needs to be some Big Deep Issue, so the fact that a two parent household will involve two parents who either need to work or honestly want to work (don't think I'm not missing that a lot of this stuff completely ignores that mothers should be entirely able to return to the workforce and have their own independent lives outside of being wives and mothers, cuz I see it) is now a harmful thing to do to one's children. Completely ignoring, of course, the lived experience of people over the age of 20 who were "latchkey kids" and were completely fine with it, or even view those early moments of freedom as fundamental happy memories and part of their journey into becoming their own person.

[emilyreid]

Alone Together (1) - Country Roads, Take Me Home

At seventeen years old, Alice often found herself overwhelmed by her busy student-athlete life in Barrie. Whenever she could, she’d take the opportunity to drive up to her aunt's country home among the rolling hills of Mulmur. The roads that brought her from the bustle of the city to the quiet, comforting presence of Mulmur were her favorite. 

After a long week, she headed up to her aunt's house for dinner. Although it was almost two hours of driving round-trip just for a few hours of company with her aunt, it felt well worth it. 

On the way there, she made an illegal left turn upon realizing that Innisfil Beach Road, the route she normally takes, was closed for construction. Had she not caught herself and pulled a U-ie, she would’ve been stuck on the 400 series all the way back to Barrie. Pulling over to a Tim Hortons, she looked for an alternative way to get to her aunt's house. The only route that didn’t send her thirty minutes in the wrong direction put her on poorly paved and unlit side roads, but she was determined. So she began to drive. Alone. A decision she would come to regret.

After a lively visit with her aunt, she promptly headed home in the dark of the night, ready for the hour of driving ahead. 

When she reached Thornton, preparing to make her typical left turn back to Barrie, she remembered the closed road and instead signaled right, trying to retrace her path home on the uncertain country roads. “Country roads, take me home” she sang softly to herself. Nobody could hear her. She was alone.

It was dark. She could only see the road directly in front of her. She drove slowly and cautiously, minding the winding roads and unpaved sections. Just as her brain began to switch to autopilot, she noticed something in the middle of the road. Spikes. Laid across the pavement from ditch to ditch. Sure to pop her tires.

Turning around would delay her return home by hours at minimum, but her gut told her not to get out of the car. A few minutes passed and the car shut off. That had never happened before. Her heart dropped. The lights had gone off. It was pitch black. 

She quickly restarted the ignition. Without thinking, she stepped out of the car to move the spikes. Getting half of them off the road as quickly as she could, she heard a sound that scared her like nothing had before. The car locked. Looking at the keys in her hand, she panicked and began desperately pressing the unlock button. Nothing happened. 

Terrified in the dark, she ran back to the car trying anything to get the door open. Remembering her almost-dead phone sitting on the passenger's seat, she instinctively smashed the window. Alice reached in and grabbed her phone, turning on the flashlight, and frantically looking around. Nothing was there. Nobody was there. She was alone. Or so she thought.

She noticed a car pull up on the other side of the spikes, its headlights blinding her. 

“Help,” she thought. She ran up to the car and her heart sank when she saw nobody sitting there. Terrified, she began screaming for help. Something ran through the bushes. Scared, Alice hopped into the ghost-driver car and locked the doors. Letting out a sign that bordered on relief and terror simultaneously. She was alone.

Suddenly, a soft whisper graced her ear. Before she could turn her head two hands grabbed her neck and mouth from the backseat. 

She hadn’t been alone, but rather alone together. 

Media Credits (In order of appearance)

John Denver

Kurt Huggins

"The Lineup"

Vae Minaxo

[blughxreader]

Platonic Yandere! Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne x gn!Reader

Oneshot

Summary: Talia al Ghul is curious about the person who makes her son so at-ease. [Established platonic yandere relationship with Batfam]

TW: None. <3 Meet-cute with Talia (ie terrifying)

WC: 1,300

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The Wayne Manor was a beautiful prison. No one gets in or out, in theory.

You notice the breaks in the tight security as the house members come and go. Last week it took Alfred 20 minutes to repair the lock that Jason broke. And yesterday, over the phone, you heard Tim tell one of his friends to swing by to pick up their stuff.

The Manor is formidable, but not impervious.

It had been over a year since you were kidnapped. You tell yourself you're biding your time until you escape, but you've slowly stopped believing yourself.

Life is... okay. You missed your family, but all things considered, this isn't the worse situation.

You were safe, and that's all that mattered, right?

You breathed heavily beneath Damian's weight. He was snoring without shame and complete deadweight on your chest, limbs splayed across you and the couch.

It was a calm night. Not a sound in the manor, yet your body was paralyzed in terror.

A woman sat in the corner of the room, almost entirely enveloped by darkness. One leg was propped up on the other while her shiny, black shoe caught the window's light as it swung back and forth.

Her green eyes cut through the dark like arrows, the intensity burrowing deep beneath your skin.

How long has she been watching you?

You were clutching the blanket so tightly your hands shook. You prayed Damian would notice your tenseness or the woman's stare, but he kept snoring.

What the hell should you do? You've never seen this woman in your life, and there's no feasible reason why she was here. She looked like she might be another vigilante judging by her age and stealth, but Bruce refuses to let you have any contact with hero-work.

No, you can't fool yourself. The Batfam has never let you interact with a guest before, so the only explanation is that she's an intruder.

You studied her more closely, ice-cold sweat pricking the back of your neck, when you noticed the shade of her eyes. They were nearly florescent green, so sharp that she looked extraterrestrial.

You've seen the same intensity and color in Damian's eyes.

Damian shifted in his sleep, pulling the blanket closer to his body. He nuzzled his face deeper into your shoulder before his soft snores continued.

The woman's gaze drifted down to Damian, expression becoming pensive as she took him in. It made your heart clench in fear.

Was she going to kill him first? He might be a trained assassin, but he was still 13!

Your arms were resting over his back, fingers trembling. You could shake him awake, but would that do any good? You gripped Damian tighter, your throat constricting as a thousand outcomes flashed in your mind.

The woman's gaze flitted back up to your face. She squinted her eyes and tilted her head, gloved fingers thrumming her thigh.

Bruce's name was on the tip of your tongue. The woman would probably silence you before the first syllable ended, but a small, young part of you longed for someone older and stronger to help. Your eyes darted to the nearest door, wondering how far your voice would carry down the hall.

The woman uncrossed her legs and stood. There was no sound when she moved, as if she were levitating and only imitating the motions of walking. Your extremities grew colder the closer she got.

When she was several feet away, she stopped. Arms folded and adjusting her weight on one leg, she peered down at Damian with a raised eyebrow.

"Damian, son of the Demon and the Bat," she drawled, voice low. Damian stirred, face pinching. "Where is your training?"

Damian's eyes snapped open, and he shot up with unmatched speed. He was slack-jawed and bleary-eyed, gaping at the woman with unconcealed surprise.

"Mom?!" he gasped.

Talia's expression was a blend of unimpressed and amused. She didn't move as Damian flung the covers off and got to his feet, putting himself between you two.

"I..." Damian wiped the dried spit off his face, face heating up. "Forgive me. I didn't realize what day it was."

Talia frowned, looking over his shoulder at you. You wanted to die from fright. Not even the stack of blankets over you made her gaze any less searing.

"You didn't realize much of anything, did you, Dearest?" Talia scoffed. "I've never seen you sleep so soundly."

Damian grimaced. "It won't happen again."

Talia's posture loosened, her expression softening at his warm cheeks. She extended a hand and brushed his messy hair back, fingers caressing his face.

"No," she said quietly. "It was nice seeing you look your age."

Damian pursed his lips, eyes widening before he dove into his mom's arms. Talia wrapped herself around her son, bending down to rest her cheek on his head. They hugged in silence, lost in their own world.

You felt wrong for watching. The breath you were holding made your chest shutter, yet you kept on for as long as you could. Any slight attention your way might bring on their wrath, so you sat like a statue.

Soon, Talia let go and Damian stepped back.

When their eyes turned to you once more, you realized that maybe you should have taken that chance to call Bruce.

Talia placed a hand on Damian's shoulder, head tilting back as she regarded you. "Is this why?"

Damian looked up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to make eye contact with you. He mumbled a yes. "This is (Y/N). Father took them in a year ago."

"Hello..." you managed, sounding as puny as you felt.

Talia leaned down to Damian and said, "A civilian, then?"

Damian nodded sharply, emotion unreadable. They hummed in sync, examining you with the same glint in their eyes.

Watching them would be very eye-opening if you weren't so scared. All the missing pieces in Damian's character clicked into place. His actions echoed the teachings of another mentor, someone outside of the Batfamily, and Talia slid perfectly into place.

"I see," Talia sighed. "Then I'll need to call a driver."

Damian perked up. "We're celebrating this year? Where are we going?"

"We?" you asked meekly, pulling the blanket further up. And celebrating what?

They ignored your apprehension. Talia took out a phone and gestured for you to rise, before turning towards the window.

Damian's excitement made him rough. He placed a knee on the couch and pulled at your arms with only enough strength to jostle you. "Get moving before the others notice."

"Damian," you whisper-shouted. "This is a bad idea. I don't want to go anywhere that could get me in trouble."

"It's just Mom's birthday dinner," he said, waving an exasperated hand. "Father will figure it out."

You looked at Talia, who pressed an 'end call' button on her phone. She stood by the window with a hand on her hip, finally letting the moonlight illuminate her body. She was wearing a green evening dress, the color so rich it looked black, that clung to an expanse of muscles. Talia was sharp in a different way than Bruce or Dick. Lithe, illusive, poisonous.

Talia let her head roll to the side when she felt your stare, locking onto your gaze. She seemed to pick you apart and weigh each piece. Your mind screamed at you to divert your gaze, but your survival instincts told you she would attack the moment you weren't looking.

Your stare held firm, making a wry smile slide across her face.

Damian wrapped his arms around you as if it were a hug, then dragged you to your feet. You bit back a yelp, fruitlessly writing in his hold until you were on your feet. Damian kept his arms around you.

Talia extended a hand and beckoned you two forward.

"Ready, Darlings?" she cooed, eyes squinting in amusement.

Damian squeezed you tighter, his jittery excitement pouring off him in waves. "Yes, Mom."

You tightened your arms around your chest and let yourself be pulled forward.

Notes: Talia is both fun and boring to write for because she takes zero shit. Like, "What's your name? Lovely. You're coming home with me *knocks you unconscious and kills all witnesses*" This was mostly an indulgent fic between Damian and Talia. I love that she's evil but also loves her vigilante batchildren <3

[aurorarosesposts]

Damian's changing! (Bats are a bit concerned) #DeadSerious

Hello everyone! Now as you can already tell, this is a crossover ship of dp x dc. I wasn't really interested in this ship tbh but reading 'Something is weird with Damian' by Tuka2002 on AO3 (if you see this, hi!!! Love your work) and it was stuck in my head lol. So I'm taking inspiration from the fic and making my own headcannons!

- For contexts, Damian meets Danny normally; ie. No enemies chasing one another, no trying to off each other, no nada! They have a normal meeting and they both decided they like each other (Damian took longer than he like to admit) and it started from there.

- They been dating for some time, Danny a bit older than Damian; about a few years apart. Damian hasn't told anyone about him meeting someone, only Jon (he's his best friend, sue him), and Danny couldn't keep it a secret for long before his sister and friends found out (They lie for him all the time, they know he's bad at lying too)

- Danny had such a good influence on Damian that the Batclan thought that he was being mind controlled. Even Jon at first was suspicious at Danny (because he worries for his friend).

- Danny is such a sweetheart; although his choice of clothes make him look like a gangster lol.

- No joke, he would wear all black, a leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, gloves, heavy boots, a mask that looks like a muzzle, rides a bike and it doesn't help that he's almost 7 feet tall (courtesy of his father's genes) and pretty much brawn (due to all the ghost fighting).

- Bruce will have a heart attack when he first see Danny. Alfred will raise a eyebrow.

- But like I said, Danny's a sweetheart, he'll bring gifts, expensive or not (let's throw in some Ghost King hc's in) and spoil Damian rotten. He's a gentleman too, always opening doors for Damian and buying the things he likes (Jon will always teased him about it)

- As for Damian, he'll start to get 'soft' as his siblings like to put it. Don't get me wrong, he's still the snobby demon brat we all know and love; he's just tone it down a little. He starts caring for others little by little and he even stopped trying to off he's brothers (Tim is very alarmed at this)

- He starts wearing the gifts that Danny gives, mainly clothing and jewelry. The clothing are in pastels colours and Damian loves them. Now Bruce doesn't like any of his kids dating (sue him) but this is very alarming to him as he never see Damian like this (Little does he know that they been together for a while now) so he'll be extra protective; although Danny thinks it's very heartwarming and would not be phased (ayy) at all.

- The Bats are debating whether or not that Danny is a thread.

- I don't know how the Bats meet Danny (officially). It could be dramatic or they wait for Damian to tell or Danny could a suspect and Damian is trying to clear his name or it could just be a normal (or as normal as can be) meeting.

- Anyway you put it, it will be interesting (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

- As for their side job (*cough*cough), that up for debate cuz I really don't know about this one. They could have known what the other does but not the full picture or Danny has told him about him being Ghost King and in turn, Damian told him about being robin (They both did this because in Danny's part, he doesn't like lying to Damian and would like it out of the way when the relationship got serious; For Damian it's the same as Danny and also he knows he's not human and ask him if he's a meta)

That's about all! Do penny your thoughts cuz I really invested in this ship! (◕દ◕) Sorry if there are some grammar mistakes here and there lol.

On a side note: I realised that this would work for a lot of other ships, crossover or not, so feel free to take it as your own ^o^ Just tag me so I can see (and fangirl over) it.

[nerdynonnativenarnian]

OH. That’s a good question. Red Hood is now more or less completely back in the Bat-brood and by extension helps the JL from time to time. Due to this and Bruce’s Bat-paranoia, Bruce shows Jason their kryptonite stash for if Supes gets affected by any of the many mind altering substances in Gotham. One problem. The MOMENT that vault door is opened? Jason is having ISSUES. (Is he halfa or is he revenant? 🤷🏻‍♀️) ANYWAY… he is feeling two things VERY viscerally: horror/disgust/anger/trauma & STARVED/thatisFOOD/ROTTENfood/HUNGRY

And… he puked. He has NO fudging CLUE what is HAPPENING to him but something is WRONG with that kryptonite, old man. He is feeling nauseous and horrified and like a hissing alley cat. Those crystals are NO BUENO man. Get the holy water cuz that guano is NASTY, BAD, WRONG. Oh no he gonna puke again.

Alfred and Dick hustle him away from the Cave as Bruce quickly reseals the vault. First a shower, then to the kitchen. Alright. Now… Jaylad, what happened, son? ……… “two wolves in me, I don’t understand either, and both hate the kryptonite… only… both are starving and one thinks the kryptonite is tainted food” (😳😳😳😳) <The four members sitting in the kitchen (Jay included) processing that explanation.

Tim is in full detective mode having witnessed the whole thing and was also there for the meeting (in Thread) during which Batman and Superman saw a different young man react similarly, ie horror and puking. He puts them together and decides that unknown young man has something to do with this whole mess.

As for Deadman… he’s more magical, not really ectoplasmic so…🤷🏻‍♀️

In some DPxDC fics, Kryptonite is made of solidified ectoplasm.

This is often used for humor - Danny gets to eat the Kryptonite like it’s no big deal.

But what if it was taken in a different direction?

Ghosts are made of ectoplasm.

Kryptonite’s dangerous effects towards Kryptonians mainly came about after the planet’s destruction (in at least some interpretations, the material is dangerous because it’s infused with radiation from the destruction of the planet).

The destruction of Krypton caused a lot of death—a lot of ghosts—all at once.

The first time Danny laid his eyes on some Kryptonite, he had to run to a wastebasket before he emptied his stomach.

It was full of trapped souls.

[stealingyourbones]

*A pitbull trots up to you and lays his head on your counter. As you pet his head he huffs and purple smoke comes from his breath. It swirls into fairy with flaming purple hair and wings to match. *

Okay, so you know how it's fanon that being exposed to enough ectoplasm can make someone liminal, right?

And in my head canon being liminal means you have a small ghost core, which initials have a small obsession.

IE Jazz-Psychiatry, Sam-Goth/Vegan, Tucker-Technology and basically all of Amity Park.

And basically all of the bats dance with death on a semi-regular basis.

So they all have been exposed to ectoplasm enough to have their own cores.

But what are their obsessions I hear you ask?

Well, let me tell you!!

Batman/Bruce Wayne- Justice

This one is pretty obvious. It's the whole reason he put on the mask. But it's also the reason he doesn't kill or use guns. When Jason died Bruce Couldn't kill Joker. I went against his obsession.

Nightwing/Dick Grayson- Fun

This one is a bit more mellow compared to the rest of the bats, but I figured it suited him the best because he's the oldest and basically the Jack Frost of the group.

Red Hood/Jason Todd- Home

Now you may be thinking "why not revenge or sticking it to the bat?" Well dear friend, let me tell you!! Jason's obsession has been corrupted by the pit. Argo, rage. I'll expound on this more if you want, but I figured the rest is context clues.

Red Robin/Tim Drake- Robin

Tim is obsession is being the perfect robin. Even if he takes up another mantle. He is the Jack of all trades and basically Bruce's platonic soulmate. But also idk, I feel like he's could have a better one.

Robin/Damian Wayne- Protection

Damian's obsession is similar to Danny's in a way, but instead of him protecting a place he protects the weak. That is why he likes being Robin and also why he collects animals like pokemon.

*a small commotion is heard outside*

I know there is more birds I could list but I better hit the road. Here's a bag of teeth for your troubles!!

*the pitbull jumps, grabs the fairy in his mouth, and runs out the door. A legion of tooth fairies are seen chasing after him.*

SO LONG SUCKERS!!!!!

aaaa what a good dog I'm love <3333 oh man I love all of these takes sm!