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Batman can overcome most strains of Fear Toxin through sheer force of will. He is Darkness. He is the Night. He has crafted his own fears into an armor, so they can never be used against him. He is the Batman.

Jason, on the other hand, was able to overcome the Cheer gas because he absolutely refuses to be happy and none of you bitches can make him.

The winner of todays “Fuck around and find out” award goes to yours truly. I think I might have a superpower now, not sure. Ace chemicals really needs better security.

Don’t even THINK about flirting with me if your not willing to lie to the cops and break me out of jail. Not bail, like some wimp. BREAK.

If there was ever a time for Gotham to become its own state, ITS FUCKING NOW

Might I introduce you to mg dnd wizard

Allenvir

He’s a grumpy boi, he runs a shady ass hell library. I’m talking summoning circles on the floor, cries of the dammed from the basement, and what you hope aren’t blood stains everywhere. He dose a FUCK TON of occult shit. He sells ancient forbidden rituals on the black market. After all, why should knowledge be forbidden, just because of the gruesome price?

Hey Everyone! Sorry for not posting the results Saturday, but here we are!

Two-face. And let me tell you, he was in a BITCHY mood last week

like for peace on earth

reblog to explode one car on the highway

GIRLS GAYS AND NON BINARY BAES

I SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP

So I was walking with my backpack full of the days loot right, and overall very profitable day, decided to treat myself and keep a bracelet, average night right?

And so I’m making my way home, and I hear some punk getting mugged in an alleyway, he calls out to me for help, and I’m like “aw shit I can’t just leave him” so I get in a tussle with the mugger, I’ve got him against the wall, I’m about to give him a good pop to knock him out, buy the both of us time to get away, when I see it

Fucking RED HOOD, DROPS FROM THE ROOF AND LANDS LIKE ITS NOTHING, mind you that was probably a fifteen foot drop AT LEAST, looks at the guy, looks at the guy that was getting mugged, looks at me, and asks which one of our asses he has to kick.

Remember, I have and ENTIRE BACKPACK full of stolen stuff, and now I’ve got a guy up against a wall. I release him, put my hands up, and back away slowly, and as soon as the guy getting robbed starts talking, I fucking booked it

Like HELL I was sticking around, I’m not too fond of the idea of prison

But that’s not the worst part

No, the worst part is I just found a note saying “dear corvid, thanks for the help”

The bats know who I am now. More importantly, THEY KNOW WHERE I LIVE

Hey the next time you wanna commit a crime and then talk about it, don’t. Rats have connected words relating to homicide to food, and will not only tell all their friends about it, but the random fucker that can UNDERSTAND THEM

Look I’m not a snitch, but I know about way more than I’d like to. Pigeons are chatterbox’s, stray cats will spill for a decent bowl of food and a warm bed, and raccoons will sell you out for a literal corn chip.