self-control is a myth

I knew It was over for me once I realized I could escape situations by thinking of fictional gay sex

In the panel OP posted, I like to imagine that Dick is in the same room as whoever is talking with Alfred, mallet in hands and testing his swings, and when Alfred says no, they signal it to Dick who disappointingly leaves to put the mallet away.

Dragging my bleeding, broken body up to the last computer and hitting post before succumbing to my injuries…

yknow how some museums will have replicas of artifacts for you to touch? they should do that but with things i can put in my mouth. like little candies shaped like roman coins or potsherds or bits of egyptian glass or what have you. let me eat the artifacts. let me in. let me innnnnnn