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I can now imagine the new horde of "i can fix him" through the next books.

and so it begins

Yeah. Gotta say, Nightwing is definitly husband material

- sincerely, an aromantic individual

FMK, Red Robin, Red Hood, and Nightwing

Fuck Red Robin, Marry Nightwing, Kill Red Hood

HELL YEAH

Wait, is Damian Bruce's bio son? Was he put through some accelarated aging? Bc if not Bruce would've been eight.

Sudden dad of two Bruce Wayne doesn't understand how to handle new assassin son

Next part of my batkids role reverse au with Damian entering the picture

(Previous // next // full guide)

Actual crime that you left his shirt quoteless.

batfam potluck! jason brought chili and cornbread :)

👉👈 if anyone wants to come to the potluck (aka draw more bats with food)…. please do 🥺

Damn. I am now in exestential crisis mode.

A few years ago, I went back to visit my childhood home. Boredom called, and I decided to drown it out by using some tactically applied high-RPM until I arrived at the location. This house is a lot different now, in both subtle and dramatic ways. Obviously, there's a different family living in it. The lawn is a little bit better kept, after my dad's heroin-chic attempts at re-wilding have been knocked down by a more conventional suburbanite approach. And Coco is gone.

Coco is the neighbour's dog. Or he was. Despite being a small, black puffball, he would bark furiously at me whenever I came out into the yard. Dogs don't live nearly long enough, and presumably at some point between when I left and when I returned, he passed onto the great hereafter, barking at an infinite expanse of angels for perceived injustices against dog-kind. In his place was another small, black puffball.

This new dog, who I was not lucky enough to get the name of, also barked furiously at me upon my approach to the property. Coco's successor was performing the same job, in the same spot, with the same asshole attitude, decades later, totally unaware of his predecessor's impressive body of work on this exact file, or even his presence on this cursed Earth. I started to feel a little woozy at the existential rush that contemplating this produced, and quickly returned to my car, where I purged the nitrous oxide a few times until I felt better.

That dog was lucky, in a lot of ways. He didn't have to think about leaving a legacy for the future, and could just focus on perfecting the art of yipping furiously at my presence. All dogs want the same thing, as long as they're put in that yard, and are small yappy creatures. Maybe humans are the ones that fucked it up, I ruminate as I slot the compressed-air shifter into the next gear in order to finally cease the several-minutes-long burnout that I had been doing in front of his house to really work his barky ass up.

Yeahhh. Just realised that the wisard in the game wasnt called 'the magician'. But the character's whole vocabualry is "FIREBALL"

I think the batkids should have incomprehensible nicknames for one another.

For example: When Jason and Dick are getting to know each other, Jason’s phone keeps autocorrecting “Dick” to “duck.” This leads Jason to start calling Dick “Duck,” which then morphs into “Duckie,” then “Rubber Duckie,” and then it finally changes to “Ernie.”

Its been so many years since i've thought of anything about Clash Royale, and now you've brought me back.

I think the batkids should have incomprehensible nicknames for one another.

For example: When Jason and Dick are getting to know each other, Jason’s phone keeps autocorrecting “Dick” to “duck.” This leads Jason to start calling Dick “Duck,” which then morphs into “Duckie,” then “Rubber Duckie,” and then it finally changes to “Ernie.”

Life and death and love and borth and,

Life and death and love and birth and,

Life and death and love and birth and,

Peace and war on the planet Earth.

Is there anything thats worth more,

Is there anything thats worth more,

Is there anything thats worth more,

Than peace and war on the planet Earth?

Just got reminded of this mastterpiece of Rebbeca's

"How can you still have hope in your kind?", the alien asked, as their ships decorated the blue skies with gray.

"We need each other", the human ambassador replied.

"Your kind is one of war".

"I know".

"Your kind is one that silences itself".

"I know".

"Your kind got used to its cruelty".

"And yet, we can still be delighted by sunlight".

"You are close, yet divided and distant from each other".

"From our differences we find harmony and reasons to connect. This is more prevalent than our hate".

"All I see is your kind spiraling down to nothing. Your planet is dying, you hate each other, and you do not believe in a future anymore".

The ambassador did not reply.

"Your museums are filled with relics of ruin, ambassador, and your own body has scars from the wars you inflict upon each other. Your kind can never discover all living creatures on Earth, for you have already killed too many things you will never have the pleasure of knowing".

The alien shook their/its head.

"Your punishment is solitude and guilt".

"No".

The aliens looked down upon the human.

"Spiraling down our minds, you still saw something good. Otherwise, you would have killed us on sight, like you did with others in the past. In our darkest moments, we learned how to make fire. You saw a fossil of an old woman without teeth, and yet, she lived for long enough for her wounds to heal. If we were truly cruel, she would have been killed. If we were truly crooked, she would have been abandoned. Yet, she was kept alive, and someone was kind enough to feed her, even when she was toothless".

The human rose his/her/their voice.

"What is real resists the lies of convenience".

"You speak with fancy words, but I cannot believe any of them. We saw what you did".

"You saw war and how it can disappear from your mind as you get used to it, but you are still watching us fight against it".

"You can make a bad person fall, but you cannot stop your own nature".

"Our love and our caring is our nature, and it finds a way".

"Describe how it does so, then. Prove it. Show us what you can do, even after everything you saw".

"We cannot describe our care, and the more we try, the more we fail. We look at those we love and all we can do is think about how distant we are from them, and how utterly incapable we are of showing them how much we love them. When I go to sleep next to my partner and I see their back, and I hug them close to me and listen as their breathe in and breathe out, all I can do is think about how I will never be able to hold them as much as I need to. I can make all the poetry in the world and do the impossible, and yet this wont satisfy me.

I could scream at the top of my lungs and paint a canvas with romantic pink and save the world. I could do all of that and it would never be enough. My partner will tell me, when I go back home, that they know I love them and I know they love me back, and I will agree, but still cry as I say 'I am sorry for not showing you enough'.

My partner does not take away from me. They do not fulfill me. They simply make me understand that I cannot stop caring for them".

Silence in the courtroom of aliens that think they can judge others.

"You listened to our songs, you saw your movies, you read our books and listened to our stories. You saw us die and live. You saw everything that mades us ourselves and you refuse to accept us, because you cannot fathom the idea of an alien species that both care and hate and live and die and create and destroy. You cannot live with the idea of choosing to be better. You want to be born good and pure of cruelty so you can feel less guilty about your own mistakes".

And the aliens could not say anything back, nor the billions of humans that were watching their own judgement through screens, nor the other many alien species that survived the invaders cruel purity.

"You can kill me. But humanity won the moment we realized death may only exist as long as we are alive to name it".

Heh. Forgot abt the grey goo

Humans and Boredom V

Matter recycling and restructuring.

One of the most useful technologies any space faring civilization can develop is the ability to transform nearly any form of matter into almost any other on the molecular level (atomic would be perfect, but that's a bit more complex and power intensive). The most typical method is swarms of simplistic nanomachines - tell them to disassemble whatever junk you throw their way into convenient high density cylinders for each type of element or alloy found that the more sophisticated (and slower) nanomachines in the printers can then use to make all of the everything else.

Humanity is no exception to this, but they do have their own way of producing some of the more rare types of matter via a little thing they do with their true fusion reactors:

They deliberately overload and blow them up. "Contained" supercharged nuclear explosions using an actual (miniature) star.

"We've got a saying - when you've got a hammer, or in this case - tiny stars - every problem begins to look like a nail that needs an explosion."

Regardless of their insanity, as always, their version of nanomachine reassembly swarms is far more grotesque and dangerous.

For starters, they call them Grey Holes for the simple reason that normally you should not be able to see the nanomachines, as, well, they are on the atomic scale. But not here, no, crank up the density so high that you can see them, and oh yeah, keep them on and active at all times.

Fine, I will be fair and say that Humans do also have normal reassembly chambers that are fully contained, you insert the matter, close the gate, activate the machines, and in a few minutes safely take out the matter cylinders.

What I'm talking about here is a massive, visible, uncontained save for a magnetic field, always active swarm of ravenous nanomachines. They use this Grey Hole, well, okay, that's it's technical name, the workers call it PacMan.

Anyway, they move this PacMan over to a derelict cruiser, a Human cruiser by the way, so when I say massive, I mean it can engulf something that is several kilometers across. In a matter of just a few minutes, they move the PacMan from one end of the gigantic ship to the other. Minutes. Sometimes they play versions of this chipper tune as well. Were it not for the fact a simple electronic pulse even the smallest of ships can generate could fry the tiny brains of these simple machines, no doubt a Dissolution event would have occurred countless times across the Galaxy.

...hmm?

Humans call it the Grey Goo event?

And they knowingly call their reassembly nanomachine swarms Grey Holes. Right. Okay.

sigh Sometimes it feels Humans WANT an apocalypse to happen...

When being an aro vampire spesnt work out.

https://pin.it/4AkYsHJ

I found one of your comics on Pinterest!

i think pinterest picked up that i rlly liked my own comics bc after clicking the related posts to this i couldnt go 2 minutes on sw pinterest without finding my own comics LOL

That is just a mere 0.001% of his power.

All good, but I need MORE.

OUR son

my son

Dewightfwul i mwut say.

I love this with all my heart.

🐯

This warms my heart.

Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.

"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.

Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.

"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."

No, but serioisly. This is a major flaw of mine. I create whole false narratives to cover my ass, bit if somebody else does it, I'd be furious.

one of the fucking scariest things is someone I love being like "my biggest dealbreaker in a relationship is someone lying to me. someone does it once and they've lost my trust forever" and I'm like "Oh no! I compulsively lie by impulse! now I have to lie more to make sure I never get caught!"

Hasnt he done this once or twice in canon? Anyways. We need MORE.

consider: obi-wan haunting vader but in the most passive aggressive manner possible by leaving objects in Vader's quarters such as a pamphlet on flying safety (certain sections are kindly highlighted, particularly the one about How to Avoid Crash Landings), a book on management for dummies, a training lightsaber after Vader (of course) lost his own once again, and (in the most galling of all) a bottle of lotion for dry skin

Alfred agreeing is the best part

Okay but Bruce has to grow out a beard for a mission and after he shaves it all his kids are screaming bloody murder, the justice league lose it and the public is heartbroken.

The league still maintains some decorum in front of him, though they pout whenever they see him without it the first time. The public has been crying in outrage demanding he grow it back because the man looked like a fucking Greek god.

His kids? Oh, they don’t acknowledge him as the same person.

There’s Beard Wayne, and Bruce Wayne.

And nope. To them, they’re not the same. No matter how much Bruce tries. And to his chagrin, Alfred agrees with them.

May aro/(ace?) aspirations are literally this

Asexual Jason Todd is actually the secret weapon of Batman.

Let me explain.

Every major female foes of the Bat used their sex appeal at one moment to distract the police, Arkham guards...

But, imagine Ivy increasing again and again and again the power of her pollen and Red Hood does not react. Maybe sneezing.

Circea trying to play whith his mind and

"Wtf are you doing ? Stop moving your hands like that."

Every teen heros getting caught lurking on Kori or Power Girl and he doesn't understand why those idiots can't start the meeting. Wtf does "My eyes are here" even mean.

Evil foreigner billionaire sending a spy to seduce the oldest boy in the family still in Gotham to steal informations on WayneTech and after a party of dancing and talking, with innuendos bigger than his arms, the dude takes back the girl in his plaza room to be sure she's safe and fall asleep on the floor.

Meanwhile the spy doesn't know if she lost her talents of if Jason has a really strong mind.

If Jason was Batman from the start, first encounter with catwoman, take 1 :

"What arrre you going to do, arrrest me ?

- Yes.

- Wait, what ?"

Jason going to college and always being invited to girls night when they're going to bars or nightclubs because they have a 6'6 werewolf with them to dissuaded the other guys and they feel secure because they can't recall one time he tried something that made them uncomfortable, or just something in fact.

Never hit on a girl, loves litterature, takes great care of his body...Jason Todd is the only gothamite unaware he's a gay icone.

God fucking damnit, I'm crying now.

The entire batfamily’s dynamic and trope- no matter the situation of hurt, anger, sadness, love or loathing - can be fit into one single quote:

“I didn’t know where else to go”

Duke sees it barely a month after he moves into the manor. It was a quiet afternoon, he was finishing up some work when the motion sensor lights up. And then three seconds later, he hears the raps on the door. Tight, repressed but purposeful. So it was definitely one of the family.

He opens the door, and Stephanie is there. She looks a bit startled, understandable as Duke was still a recent addition to the family, before she looks down, huffs and goes inside. He feels Jason’s presence behind him, one of those rare but not so rare occasions where Jason was staying at the mansion and having a cooking session with Alfred. Jason sighs, puts a hand on Duke’s shoulder and follows after Steph.

The second time he was witness to it was at Dick’s apartment. The two were hanging out, both laughing and playing games before Duke notices that while ordering dinner Nightwing asks for four large pizzas. And when Duke asks, Dick just shrugs, a look in his eyes that Duke can’t quite place. Later when they return from patrol, Duke almost has a heart attack at the silent figures in the shadows, lounging on the couch and eating the pizza. Tim barely acknowledges them, body tight while Kon, Jason and Harper keep munching with no explanation.

And the more he sees these incidents - be it Jason going to Tim, Barbara coming to Dick, Cass crashing at Stephanie’s’ or all of them coming to Bruce - one of the bats using the mansion as a lighthouse in their darkest hours, or seeking out others in times of need, he swears he can hear their voices in the silence, each time louder than the last.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Nobody ever said those words out loud. Most times they just sought out company, normalcy or the closest thing they knew to it. But thankfully, in a family of stubborn people in pain, they all were detectives, and always kept an extra plate, an extra chair and console, always open for the other.