I know for a FACT that that man sits BOLT UPRIGHT the nanosecond one of his children whisper his name at night when he’s trying to sleep.
It’s actually pretty startling because he can be sprawled out, tangled in his silk sheets, drugged down with sleeping pills and all a Batkid needs to do is stand in his doorway and think ‘Bruce’ really hard and he’ll wake up like he’s been electrocuted like “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
And it’s just nine year old Dickie asking to sleep in his room.
“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.
future WIP edit for @jaynotwayne's birthday: Robin's War Journals: Steph recovers from the worst of her injuries in Wayne Manor, wondering if the final price of admission to the bat's club might've been too high, when she stumbles upon the old diaries of a long lost boy she can't help but see herself in. At the same time, a new player comes to town, gunning for Black Mask.
Stephanie doesn't need to read the autopsy to intimately know each wound it details. Roman Sionis had branded them all over her body. Now, it was as if someone else had plucked from her skin each bruise, each scrap, each slash, and transferred into his marred body, culminating in a mirror gunshot to the chest.
Whoever did it gave Black Mask a chance when he called for an ambulance and confessed his crime. The same chance Stephanie had. For whatever reason, be it his injuries being inflicted in a much shorter time, or a lesser luck in doctors, the result was this: Stephanie made it. Sionis did not.
Some of Tim's inner monologue in Red Robin, beccause I feel like too many people forget what hell he went through to save Bruce. When I read it, all I had in my head was “He's one mental breakdown away from going super villain, or ending it all.”
enough of your middle aged man blorbos whos your specialest middle aged woman. if anyone tags a woman under the age of 40 on this post ill kill you in real life
loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are
