[ who are you to accuse me of strangeness when you aren't a part of my normality? ]
TW: graphic descriptions of injury, body horror, and violence.
Killer stood.
His SOUL raged and pulsed in furious scarlet swirls— corrupted DT flowing down his cheekbones as his grip on his knife left deep gashes in his already mutilated phalanges. His grin was sharp. Uneven. Stretching out so wide across his face, that his jaw felt like it was about to snap from the pressure.
His knife cut through them easily as it always did. But their screams almost didn't feel good anymore. There wasn't enough blood and dust. Not enough HATE. Not enough LOVE. There was never enough LOVE.
So Killer cut, and hacked, and slashed, until he was littered in gashes himself, but still standing. Always standing. He had to. Who else, if not him?
...His SOUL thrashed madly at the thought, and his grin cracked an inch wider again, dust flaking off the edges. What a funny thought. Who else, if not him? Rediculous.
He had to tell the others. Someone ought to appreciate his sense of humor, no matter what they say or do otherwise.
Killer stumbles, mangled hand lifting hastily in his moment of glee, ebony magic gathering at his fingertips. Heh, the more he thought about it the funnier it got—!
He coughed in surprise, hunching over and grunting when something blunt and hard slams into the back of his torn hoodie, effectively pinning him limp on the floor. He had killed everyone in this AU, how could—
The empty sockets of the Demigod of Death stares unblinking into the voids of his own. He shifts his grip on his scythe on Killer's back and grins. "heya."
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*preparing for a wayne gala*
jason: how can you ever tell the difference between all the fancy forks?
tim: it’s really not that hard, the salad fork is smaller than the dinner fork, the cake fork has three prongs, oh there’s also the lobster fork and fish fork and…
jason: of course you know all this rich boy being raised with a silver spoon and all that elitist bs
tim: you know my parents forced me to go to etiquette school…
jason: and im supposed to feel bad for you?
tim: i still have my flashcards
jason: oh that would be great actually can i have those
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Fanon has people thinking that being replaced by Tim is the main thing that Jason is mad at Bruce about when that’s like #5 on the list and honestly I think he released all of his replacement related angst after he beat Tim’s ass, like he’s not even thinking about that anymore. Let’s all remember that Jason was ready to blow up the Batmobile before he even knew about Tim’s existence
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