Damian giving people the nastiest reads ever for no reason at all, is so fucking funny. He's just that friend that takes it to far...
Bruce: This case at Wayne orphanage–
Damian: You know, it's disconcerting you own a building full of potential back-up Robins
Bruce:...
Stephanie: Union makes strength, Damian, we are better together
Damian: Is that why you and Tim are breaking up?
Tim:...
Bruce: I'd like you to have friends you have more in common with than killing
Damian: We have more in common than that, we all have poor relationships with our fathers too
Dick: I've been doing high-wire acts all my life, I'm the fastest in the air
Damian: You sure you're not scared of heights, Ric?
Dick: That's just mean...
Bruce: You are acting like a 10 year old heartless brat
Damian: And you were easier to look up to when you weren't around
Okay so I'm more mad at Tim Minear now actually! They're still capable of an episode like this, and they've served us the 14-16 slop for the past month?
its so windy my poor poor chickens are being blown around like dry leafs they look like this
I won’t be able to watch until tomorrow so i made two versions to cover my bases
A very normal day at the Watchtower
Clark : B, I want you to fuck me six ways to Sunday till I can't walk straight.
Bruce :
Clark :
Bruce :
The JL :
Diana : *surreptitiously removing the end of her lasso from where she had dropped it on Superman's lap*
Clark : *turning twelve shades of red and slapping a hand to his mouth*
Bruce : How does eight tonight sound?
Clark : *turning another twelve shades darker*
The JL : *quietly exchanging money underneath the table*
Diana : *evil grin and a thumbs up*
U can’t put a sun character and a moon character who aren’t related in the same media and expect me not to ship them
I love old men retired yaoi
Jason should kill the Joker and just not tell anyone. like, lets be real here, if he were to silently slip in and kill the Joker in his sleep, are any of the workers at Arkham really going to give enough of a shit to say anything??? with the paperwork they’d have to do, and the attention they’d get once the media caught wind of the break in/murder, i bet all Jason would have to do is leave like, a basket of muffins next to the dead body as a thank you and the staff would just dispose of the body and shut the fuck up about it.
i bet you he could get through a solid six to eight month period of being weirdly happy and interactive with the rest of the family before Dick finally asks why he’s been in such a good mood lately over family dinner
Jason, casually: i dunno, i guess i’ve just had a weight lifted from my shoulders; there’s less to drive me away now.
Bruce, thinking he’s finally done something right: aw Jaylad, i’m so happy you’re feeling more comfortable!
Dick, the only batkid around when Jason was Robin, remembering all the times Jason would transform into the happiest kid on the planet only for them to find out a week later it was because he’d pushed a bully down the stairs at school and fractured his wrist: hold on B.
Dick: Jay, what weight has been lifted?
Jason, still nonplussed: well i finally got my GED, and the Joker thing really calmed the lazarus rage. also Steph got me into puppy yoga, we go once a week.
Bruce:
Bruce: what Joker thing.
Jason, glancing up from his food: ? d’i not mention that? he’s dead, man.
Bruce:
Dick:
Dick: sorry, what?
Tim: why the fuck am i never invited to puppy yoga?
Bruce, having a panic attack: y- what are you talking about Jay-
Tim: i would LOVE to go to puppy yoga. what the FUCK?
Jason, shrugging: you can come to puppy yoga, replacement, it’s all good
Bruce: the Joker’s dead?
Tim: FUCK YEAH, PUPPY YOGA
Jason: i think they do it with goats too.
Damian: i would be interested in this activity.
Jason: hell yeah family yoga session
Bruce: JASON PLEASE EXPAND ON THE JOKER THING
Jason: no i don’t like your tone. anyway, dick, puppy yoga?
Dick:
Dick, glancing at Bruce’s glare nervously: …i would be down for puppy yoga
The new Pope said Buck and Eddie have to kiss. Sorry I don't make the rules, the Pope does.