they don’t talk about what the others say/do if they get gassed by scarecrow
the screams and pleas to people who are no longer here, the fact that dick climbs up buildings and tries to catch people who aren’t there
that tim acts so eerily calm on the gas, that the only way they could tell is that he wasn’t verbally responding along with his skyrocketing heart rate, and then the screams that come when he finally sleeps
it was when it took five of them to keep jason from trying to rebury himself after a rough dosage that they decided to actually talk about it
how cass has memories and sees blood from her only kill, over and over, feeling and seeing his anguish without a single word spoken
steph’s was being trapped in a hospital bed, she can feel bruce and tim mourning beside her, she’s screaming to be let out but can’t move
duke watches his parents get gassed by the joker, over and over, he’s never able to reach them. never able to save them, no matter how hard he tries
damian’s mind fills with hisses of how he’s betraying his bloodline, either path he chooses, one side is full of shame. anytime he’s gassed, it’s a toss up on who’s delivering the blows
bruce reveals that his mistakes flash through him, he constantly sees the heartbreak he inflicted onto his family, in field and out of, how sometimes it’s his own parents, coming and showing their disapproval, with how he’s failed
they spend the rest of the night in the main living room, covered in large blankets and drinking tea, just embracing the silent company of the others,
the comfort in the knowledge that they all know and have felt and yet, they all are still here
Age regressor Damian Wayne my beloved <33
(You can pry this idea from my cold dead hands. And even then I'll pull a jason and come back to life just so I can snatch it back)
I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.
may we please get more tim and jason 🙏🙏🙏
“Jason—“
a nosy socialite at an event, leaning down: “Oh Richard, it must be so hard for you in that house, what with Bruce’s…proclivities for nighttime guests.”
Dick Grayson, fully aware at age 13 that Bruce Wayne is a Loser™ whose only “nighttime guest” is Clark Kent, who comes over to “review cases” with Bruce before/after patrol while both of them awkwardly ignore any and all tension between them: “Something like that.”
At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.
felipe castañeda, "untitled," n.d., marble
I'm goanna be so honest, I've been feeling weird these past few weeks. I'm regressing more, I'm falling into these periods of weird grief and sadness, but I've also had these high points where I'm genuinely happy. It's so weird to not be floating all the time, but it just makes the times when I am noticeably more intense. I know it has something to do with me gaining freedom and it's over all a good thing! I know I have support to help me through my inevitable spiral from being let out of such a constantly traumatic space, but at the same time it's really uncomfortable. I end up being at one extreme or the other right when it's inconvenient and I can't really fix it? Like I'm losing some of my masks. I dunno, transitions are hard