Time And Place.

On a Gotham Rooftop somewhere overlooking a rouge fight

Deathstroke: the fuck are you doing up here

Mini stalker Tim drake, holding a camera: just trying to get a good shot, Mister!

Deathstoke: what a coincidence.

*gun cocking sound*

Comics: Mikey has a C.T.S. (AU?)

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This is a true story based on my real life.

I was diagnosed with this condition a month ago, and I decided that since Mikey is an artist, he will have the same thing as me.🙃

I decided to do everything in the form of a comics and everything that will be described in it and everything that Mikey will experience is 100% true.

I do not know how soon I will update the comic, because I cannot even bend my fingers, I am silent about cooking / drawing / holding anything.

The doctor forbade me, but I do...

It happens. 🙃👍

I've attached a video of myself drawing with a bandage. The video shows Mikey in the last fragment. I hope you get a little pleasure from his funny faces and my attempts to draw them.

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(I want to say that I adore everyone! Thank you all so much for your kind words and time spent! I am always glad to see you! 💕

Have a good morning/afternoon/evening!)

(My God...My arm is going to fall off..)

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Song:

(The video contains an accelerated version of the song)

Clark: Are you okay Bruce? Your heart sounds weird, do I need to take you the hospital? Bruce, sweating profusely, losing consciousness, organs shutting down as he uses his insane amount of body control to make his heartbeat spell out "i love you" in morse code: h-r n n

Final/Part 4: Messing with straight hair!

Duke and Jason have been banned from being anywhere near each other in costume because the arguments they will break out into is both too intense and too distracting for patrol. Everyone thinks they're serious but after the first 10-20 times they do it for the love of the game.

Duke: Shut the fuck up.

Jason: You shut the fuck up.

Duke: Zombie

Jason: Flashlight

Duke: That's why the joker still alive

Jason: That's why the joker did what he did to ya mom.

Duke: Nigga where ya mom at? Dea—

Bruce over the comms who, along with the entire bat family has been listening to entire thing: Signal, Red Hood! SPERATE! NOW!

They are now giggling as dick and cass drag them apart.

Hey y’all I need some gifs preferably about Tim drake angst and the Batman kinda realizing that they fucked this kid up if you got some lmk also this is like my first time using tumblr so no clue if it doing it right

Jason and Bruce had an intense fight, which somehow led to an even more intense heart-to-heart

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Jason: … *feeling awkward since he spilled his guts on how Willis still affects him*

Bruce: … *wringing his hands* I called Alfred Dad once… when I was younger…

Jason: *turns to Bruce* ?

Jason: I mean… yeah? Isn’t he basically your Dad and everything?

Bruce: *chuckles softly* Yeah, now. But definitely not back then.

Bruce: He got so… *closes eyes as he searches for the word* mad at me.

Jason: *in disbelief* Mad??? He got mad??

Bruce: Maybe that’s not the right word, but that's what it felt like. He wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks. And even after, he was… distant.

Jason: That’s so fucking cruel! Why would Alfred…? *Jason scowls but relaxes slightly as Bruce throws an arm over his shoulder and snuggles with him*

Bruce: I wasn’t allowed to go outside yet. It was still too fresh from my parents' death, and being swarmed by the media would be… bad. I was stuck alone in the manor with the only person I could talk to giving me the worst silent treatment of my life.

Bruce: Honestly, some of the things I had to go through in my childhood... I don't know why Alfred did the things that he did, or why I had to go through it. But... it happened.

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Bruce can feel Jason get angry before he can see or hear it. He can feel how his son’s body tenses up, as if he were moments away from jumping off the couch and storming the manor to search for the old butler.

Bruce squeezed him closer and ran his fingers through Jason’s hair, wincing as he snagged a few unbrushed knots in the tangled mess.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bruce murmured, unable to suppress the small smile that crept up on his face from the grunt Jason let out, incredibly reminiscent of when Jason was barely up to his waist.

“It’s not,” Jason argued, turning slightly and pushing his face into the crook of Bruce’s neck. “It’s not. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bruce knows that Jason doesn’t mean the questions to sound like accusations, but he winces at the tone anyway. None of his kids can handle being left out of information, even if Bruce deemed it unimportant, like his history with Alfred.

“Alfred was put in a very… difficult position,” Bruce said slowly, tugging gently on one of Jason’s curls. “I’m surprised he kept me. I’m not the easiest person to take care of. You know how I am.”

“That shouldn’t matter if you’re a child.” Jason snapped. “It didn’t matter for you when it was me!” Jason huffed, then paused. “Right? It didn’t matter, did it?”

“I’d go back a trillion and one times to take care of you over and over again. You and all of your siblings.” Bruce chuckled. “But… I wanted you. Wanted all of you. I had a choice. I… I took that away from Alfred.”

Jason grimaces and squeezes Bruce’s hand, pulling his Dad away from the dark thoughts he was bound to fall into.

“Alfred was forced to take care of a traumatized problem child when he only signed up to be a butler. He most likely figured that my parents would shift my custody over to another branch of the family if it came down to it.” Bruce’s fingers twitched with the urge to scratch at his skin, give him something to control, unlike his emotions. “He wasn’t prepared. Who would want to take care of their dead employers' child?”

“But-“

“Alfred is only human, Jay, even if he acts like he’s not,” Bruce said firmly, tilting Jason’s head so he could look into his son’s beautiful green eyes, filled with the determination and need to defend his Dad. “I forgive him. For every mistake that he’s ever made. For all the mistakes he will continue to make. I… I love him, nothing will change that.”

Jason was silent, staring off into the distance as Bruce continued to play with his hair. He turned over what Bruce said in his mind. He could tell that Bruce still hadn’t told him everything, and maybe he never would.

“I forgive you, too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“… yeah. I know.”

Reporter: “Mr. Wayne — our readers are dying to know: What’s the secret to your youthful appearance?”

Bruce Wayne, proud owner of five reconstructive jaw surgeries, three separate sets of veneers, a handful of nose jobs, and whose skin only sees direct sunlight through the Watchtower portholes on odd Tuesdays: “Botox and medical grade skincare.”