Dick, To Tim: See How I Wouldn't Hide The Fact I'm Missing An Organ? Very Demure. Very Mindful. Very

Tim starts spreasing a rumor that every Robin is the same person, they just work like Doctor Who.

Even better: no one was ever told otherwise so everyone just assumed they were the same person and the kids lean into it

Bruce: This is my sidekick, Robin.

8-year-old Dick: Nice to meet you, Mr. Superman!

Clark: Nice to meet you too, Robin.

———————

12-year-old Jason: 'Sup.

Oliver: Robin, you look... different.

Jason: What's that supposed to mean?

Oliver: Nothing. I mean, different is good, right?

———————

14-year-old Tim: I'm here! Sorry I'm late.

Barry: Wait, I thought Robin died.

Tim: I got better.

Barry: I see.

Barry: The pants are a nice touch.

———————

Damian: I have arrived. You may now grovel in my presence.

Arthur: Alright, this one MUST be a different child.

Damian: What are you talking about?

Arthur: You are six inches shorter than last month.

Damian: Perhaps you got taller.

Arthur: That... actually makes me feel better. Thank you.

———————

Steph: *walks in*

Hal: Someone tell me what the hell's going on.

Steph: I transitioned.

yeehaw, baby!

Wed, Dec 21 - 15:21

It’s strange whenever someone is a problem you can usually just block them out, exept for when their family. Then your just stuck with them and it’s the worst experience ever. ~Anon

I finally got caught up with the new nightwing

Lonelyness

I can already see tomrrow in my eyes as I lay here at 3 am. The tiredness that will cradle me as if I'm dying within its arms. I'll lay here until I feel I can't anymore. I know I'll go to stand and fall back again as my legs give out to the pain behind my left leg. The gaping hole that will suck me in and heal back up once it's broken me down into nothing. My existence will not be anolage for my family is gone and my friends are none existent. I'll tell myself I'll clean later knowing that later never comes. And once again I'll hear the low grumble of my stomach as it begs for food i will not give it. I'll pretend that I can't hear, nor feel it as it twist my insides. Im prone to Blocking out the thoughts such as the fact I haven't had a proper meal at all this week, nor have I had proper social interaction, it seems I have forgotten how. I'm upset, I'm more than upset but not quite at the same time. I feel this feeling I haven't experienced much as of lately. But once again it's back. As if I'm it's toy to play with and it's the toddler I belong to. I'm nothing but I slave to its existence. I try to creep away, to disapear, but it's truely no use because im stuck here. My environment is diffrent and because of this. I am lost. ~Anon

Remember that 💕

hey

you’re worth more than you know.

you mean so much to me and so many people.

i’m glad you’re still around.

please stay with us, we love you.

try to breathe.

July 10th 2016 - 1:04

Night time seems like the common time for sadness to ambush your thoughts and terrorize them. Talking becomes difficult and you can't phase your thoughts good enough for them to spill out of your mouth, instead choking you when they are so close yet so far from being said. You wish for these things to crumble into the night leaving you empty because empty is easier than the screaming. Your broken thoughts become a recurring normality which you find the decency to name. Why these thoughts come so often is beyond you. Eventually they seep into the parts of your life where the sun is shining and your mind is suddenly a thousand times darker than the fire in the sky. Telling yourself lies to make them go away, you know what they are. They speak the truth unlike your filthy mouth which only pours the lies which hides what you really are. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Only your cover is wearing thin. ~Anon