Would Bruce's mother recognize him? If she saw his face, lined with signs of age, even the blue of his eyes is dimmed. Would she know it's her child's face? Would she hold it between her hands? Would she still kiss his eyelids like she used to do? Would she know him at all? Because even in his fantasies, he's nothing older than 8
Do I love and adore the absolute pain that this is and how gut wrench yes but that's his mama she's always recognize him and I can't have it any other way
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the fact that on my way out of seeing the hadestown proshot with my sibling i was walking to the theater exit and without even thinking about it i turned around to see where they were... yeah. yeah.
like. you can be frustrated at orpheus. you can be heartbroken for orpheus and eurydice. you should be. but when you're walking together and your loved one isn't right next to you that instinct to turn around and check on them is as natural as breathing
The only one Ivy doesn't hate in the bat-team minus Harley of course
Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were in a botany sanctuary as Ivy worked on her latest plan to protect her plant family even if it meant death to humans, minus her girlfriend Harley. Ivy was planning to use the plants for something nefarious that she hadn’t disclosed to her girlfriend yet, but Harley didn’t mind helping her one bit.
Harley (curious): Remind me again Ivy, we just spray this growth spray ya made on all these plants? Then I can sneak away?
Ivy sprayed her favorite flower with an extra spritz of her strange fertilizer, growth serum while nodding.
Ivy: That's the plan. I needed an extra person for this and you were free. I'm sorry I interrupted your session, babe.
Harley: It's okay. The guy wasted most of the time complainin' about his mommy issues. I don't mind helpin' out my prickly rose.
Ivy: And I appreciate that. I don't want Bat- prick assuming you're evil again. You have been making great progress on being an anti hero so after this head out. I’ll say I worked alone.
Harley (simpering): You’d really do that for me?
Ivy (with no hesitation): You’re my girlfriend and I love you. Of course, I’d take the fall for you.
Harley grinned, her heart swelling with delight. That smile, however, quickly turned to tension as she pointed behind Ivy. Ivy sighed, already guessing who had shown up.
Ivy (not turning around): Hey, Batman.
Batman (disappointed): You were expecting me, and yet you’re still doing this? Why?
Ivy: I’m clinically insane and on a mission to protect Mother Gaia! Sorry I care about the planet!
Batman (angry father voice): We’ve been over this!
Ivy (turning around): Do not talk to me like I am a child! Also, hey, Nightwing, you look healthy and that means you're doing better than the malnourished emo that raised you!
Batman (surprised): What? Pam?! Did she call me malnourished?!
Ivy: That’s my name, but only friends can call me that.
Batman (taken aback): Friends?!
Harley: Aww, ain't that sweet?
Nightwing (agreeing with Ivy): Yeah, we're frenemies.
Ivy (smirking): Exactly. We have different ideas of being a hero and protecting the planet, but he deserves kindness. Unlike your malnourished fur-sona reject ass.
Batman: I am bigger than him! I have muscles! You are not going to body shame me again.
Ivy: I'm being honest. You say the same thing when being a massive infected taint.
Nightwing: Pam, come on. Taint isn't the right word. Jerkwad, douche canoe, big back, and nincompoop are more appropriate.
Nightwing crossed his arms nodding at his own insults. Batman turned to him, glaring at his son.
Nightwing: You're right, Batman. Turd burger is a good one too.
Batman: That isn't what I was thinking. Ivy, forget-
Ivy (already jotting down the names in her pocket notebook): Silence douche canoe, I'm writing these down for later. These are good. Is nincompoop spelled with one n after the 'i' or two?
Nightwing: One. You're welcome.
Batman (angry whispering): Quit enjoying this.
Nightwing: Nah. Pam, you look great by the way. I love the new outfit.
Ivy: Oh this? Thanks. You are such a nice kid. Plus, look at that handsome face of yours. It's like a Picasso painting.
Nightwing smiled, hugging himself at the non-sexual praise. Batman rolled his eyes.
Ivy: You want a cookie? Harley, grab my bag!
Harley (passing it over): Already one step ahead.
Ivy pulled out a box of peanut butter sandwich girl scour cookies, willed a nearby vine to take the box and hand it over to Nightwing.
Nightwing (giddy): These are my favorite!
Batman (contemplating his life choices): I let that carry on for too long.
Ivy: Nightwing, you enjoy those treats. Look at how happy he is. Definitely not the face of a douche canoe who stole my best friend and made her a boring good guy. I still think she’s lying about your relationship. You have minute man energy if anything.
Nightwing (raising an eyebrow): Damn, she really doesn't like you.
Batman growled angrily but he quickly refocused on the mission at hand.
Ivy (crossing her arms): Hey, Nightwing, if you’re fighting with him to defeat me, you’re free to go, but I understand if you have to do his bidding.
Nightwing sheepishly avoided eye contact from his father, who was glaring daggers at him.
Nightwing: He… he probably wants me to stay and fight. These cookies are staying with me. Batman, if you try to take them I will scream.
Batman sighed in exasperation, frustrated with how well Ivy and Nightwing got along. Nightwing chuckled nervously, then opened his box of cookies. The sweet cookies were untampered and delicious.
Nightwing: I’m not helping her commit crimes! I only agree with a few points in her mission statement, and if there's a way to help her legally, I will help. She gave me a pamphlet once. Some of the bullet points made sense.
Batman (covering his face): Every day… I think that I died and this is all an endless nightmare or this is my hell.
Ivy (snidely): Batman, flattery will get you nowhere.
Batman (to Ivy): How come he gets to call you Pam?
Ivy (shouting): I like him! He’s a good kid!
Nightwing beamed, clearly flattered.
Nightwing: Aww, thank you.
Batman: What if I wanted a cookie, huh? How come he gets mediocre cookies?
Harley: Do you... do you want a treat? I have some peppermints in my pocket.
Batman: No, Harley. Nightwing, sit this one out. You don’t want to get hurt by your “friend” who is evil!
Nightwing: All right. Call me if you need me to jump in or talk to Pam.
Batman (irritated): Stop calling her Pam!
Nightwing (while chewing on three cookies): Nope, it bothers you, so I'm gonna keep doing it.
Nightwing walked over to where Harley was standing, who waved hello to him with her usual unintentionally terrifying grin. He tipped his box to her side to offer her a cookie.
Harley (politely declining): I like the coconut flake ones.
Ivy: Good kid. Batman, don’t be pissy, that I’m on decent terms with him. He gets me. And no, I didn’t hit him with my pollen or anything. He’s smart, and I respect him. He gets my mission like Harley does… He’s a neat man.
Nightwing smiled happily at the compliment.
Batman: He is my son and you will not call him neat!
Ivy chuckled, clapping sarcastically.
Ivy: Aww, did I hurt the Man of Steel's feelings because his sidekick is a delight? Guess you can't keep your temper in check.
Batman: That’s Superman! I'm Batman!
Ivy (mocking tone): "I am vengeance, the night, I am Batman" Is that how you usually say it?
Batman: I need a freakin’ minute!
Batman walked away, shaking his head and muttering questions about Nightwing being so close with a villain. The sanctuary suddenly felt a lot more chaotic than ever before.
Nightwing: Oddly enough, you're not the only crook who I'm frenemies with.
Ivy (shrugging): I believe you. A couple of Arkham inmates say they like you.
Harley stepped closer to Nightwing, nodding with a surprisingly normal smile for her.
Nightwing: That's nice! I'm glad that I don’t have Batman energy all the time.
Batman: Don't say that like it's an insult!
Ivy: It kind of is. You can be a headache ninety-nine percent of the time.
Harley: That last percent means she doesn't completely hate you. That's reserved for the Joker.
Nightwing covered his mouth, chuckling, while Batman kept his distance, counting to ten silently in his head to let go of the fact that Ivy saw him as less grating than the Joker.
Batman: I'm going to accept that as a compliment and focus on the mission.
Ivy: Okay, douche canoe.
Batman (whispering to himself): Not tonight. Don't let her get to you. The monks trained you to handle taunts.
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in hindsight, growing up as an aromantic person who didn't know aromanticism was a thing...it woulda been really easy for me to assume that something was wrong with me, that I was "broken" or "missing" some piece of humanity.
luckily I was autistic, oblivious, and had a huge ego. it literally never occurred to me to frame it as a "me" problem. i just thought every single person i knew was a dumbass
going from being seen as the all american teen to being viewed as something violent and dangerous and not quite human. your very existence a threat to civilized society. the only acceptable outcome your death or imprisonment. treated like you murdered someone (the version of you that existed in other people's minds) by giving into your monstrous nature (trans). maybe do a Carrie with it and kill the transphobic bullying classmates
Thinking about how Crowley and azirpheal kissed someone once. Which was each other. And it was filled with despair and hate and don't leave me and an entire universe worth of love but it wasnt... enough in the end. Then they died without ever getting to experience what a happy kiss was.
I fear Simon WOULD think that Orpheus was dumb ass hell for looking back no matter with version of the story. Like passionately its such a matter of discussion. Happens like once a week. Till he and grace are climbing up stairs on day and suddenly like he doesn't hear so he finishes the stairs and looks behind to look for grace to make sure it's all okay and then it hits him. Oh *oh* this makes so much sense.
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I fear Simon WOULD think that Orpheus was dumb ass hell for looking back no matter with version of the story. Like passionately its such a matter of discussion. Happens like once a week. Till he and grace are climbing up stairs on day and suddenly like he doesn't hear so he finishes the stairs and looks behind to look for grace to make sure it's all okay and then it hits him. Oh *oh* this makes so much sense.
"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have
I fear Simon WOULD think that Orpheus was dumb ass hell for looking back no matter with version of the story. Like passionately its such a matter of discussion. Happens like once a week. Till he and grace are climbing up stairs on day and suddenly like he doesn't hear so he finishes the stairs and looks behind to look for grace to make sure it's all okay and then it hits him. Oh *oh* this makes so much sense.
the thing with barty is that he sleeps over at his hookups houses every time because nobody in his life has ever seen the inside of his apartment and he prefers to keep it that way. that’s his private space. and it’s a relatively nice studio in a city downtown that’s a short commute from his law / finance / government job that pays disgustingly well. and the reason nobody ever sees Barty Apartment is that he lives in an insanely bleak r/malelivingspaces box that has been optimized to its max functionality. and its serial killer clean. mattress on the hardwood floor + expensive ergonomic standing desk for Work and self-built pc + plastic tub of pea protein + pack of orange celsius + pull-up bar in the doorway + one single standing lamp + cardboard box of extension cables. rate my setup. fridge full of meal prep and it has like a laminated grocery list magneted to the front with an expo marker next to it. haunting. absolutely nothing on the walls except maybe one print of a kandinsky painting but then his back wall is littered w the most fascinating book stacks it’s like. annotated schopenhauer. susan sontag. copy of american psycho that has been read 36474 times and is held together with duct tape and heavily annotated. war and peace in the original russian. but then he also has like maggie nelson the art of cruelty. cmm in the dream house. and he puts on his reading glasses to read his war & peace before bed because “cyrillic makes him sleepy” and then he’s going to sleep entirely naked and wake up at the ass crack of 5:00am and IMMEDIATELY roll out of his mattress onto the floor and start cranking out pushups within milliseconds of waking
Desperately need to add instead of the painting he has a screen shot of the "god you people can't do anything" tweet. It's just right in the center of the wall
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ryland grace is eva stratt's dead wife but like, in the "they had an argument right before she died, and in that argument he killed her in a crime of passion" way and this casts a new and disturbing light over every memory of like, grace's laughing on the military aircraft carrier with his hair in his face