I’m Right, You’re Wrong, Shut Up

Gimme Kiss,,,

dude i've been wanting to draw timkon again for a minute now and i feel crazyyyy about this. im not a huge fan of the background (except for Kon's posters) but (shrugs) what can you do?

Wonder Woman (2023) #20

i know bruce is most often depicted as a stubborn, slightly arrogant know-it-all control freak, but i loved how this brief moment illustrates how he also knows his limits as well. he has to: he's a human among gods and monsters who's pushed himself to the edge of what's humanly possible, yet he's still just that - human.

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“—and if you’re going to run from a traffic stop, do it before you give them your license,” Jason finished, crossing his arms. “Questions?”

A man in the front row of mismatched folding chairs raised his hand. “Even if it’s fake?”

“Yes, even if it’s fake.” Jason took a breath before continuing. “It’s still your face, height, and weight, right?

Slowly but surely, the group began to nod.

“Mr. Hood?” A skinny twig of an 18 year-old raised a hand.

“Yeah?”

“My buddy told me that if they arrest you, and they don’t read your, uh,” the kid stumbled looking nervous. “Your, uh, Melinda rights, they have to let you go.”

Jason sighed into his helmet. There were times when he appreciated Bruce’s breathing tech. The sigh had been filtered and dispersed just after it had finished.

In the intervening moment, the group began to lean forward in their folding chairs, attempting to parse the silence.

Jason lifted one finger.

“They’re Miranda rights.”

Second finger.

“And no, they don’t let have to let you go. Best case scenario, they’ll have to throw out anything incriminating you said. That’s it.”

A plumber-for-hire perked up in the last row, opening his mouth.

“Shit you said during questioning,” Jason clarified quickly.

“Wait. You’re not supposed to talk during an arrest?”

Jason closed his eyes. Behind his helmet, they couldn’t see him. He couldn’t see them. It was beautiful, just for a moment.

Someone scoffed.

“What are you, a fucking snitch?”

“Devon,” Jason said, recognizing the voice, “Chill the fuck out. Brady, what the fuck are you saying when you get arrested?”

Brady was trembling in his seat.

“That I’m gonna f-fuck them up. And t-their families.,” he stuttered. “And I might even s-steal their dog so their k-kids hate them f-forever.”

“See?” Jason waved at Devon. “Terroristic threats. Not snitching.”

Nobody laughed. Jason could sense the incoming questions like they were bullets curving toward his head.

“Terroristic threats?”

“Okay,” Jason said. “So remember when we talked about the different definitions of assault?”