Electrons

There are people who think that the only thing that separates humans from the rest of the animals is their ability to laugh. I’m not so sure anything separates us from the rest of the animals except perhaps our extreme egotism that leads us to think that they’re animals and we’re not. But I do notice that when people are laughing, they’re generally not killing one another. So keep laughing yourself and if you can get other people to join you in your laughter, you may help keep this shaky boat afloat.

Alan Alda, 1979

Jason Todd Birthday Week! | Day One: Childhood and/or One Emotion

It's August 16, Jason Todd's birthday!🎉🎉

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[ID. A greyscale drawing of Jason Todd leaning on a motorcycle, holding an unwrapped burger in his hands. He’s wearing long black laced boots, pants with thigh holster, black shirt and gloves, and a jacket. Next to him sits a younger version of himself, wearing the classic Robin suit and domino mask. He’s happily eating a hamburger. Older Jason is looking at his fading, see-through past self with a melancholic but peaceful expression.]

Tyler Durden stan

(@electronswrites please tell me he has more than one opinion or I am in trouble)

there are so many things dc’s done wrong with kate kane, but making her batman’s actual cousin and then never really building into it is like six of them

and no matter what the family drama is, we should have heard about it by now. dc write batfam as a family challenge: extended relative edition.

So there is a perfectly valid reason why Bruce didn't go live with his uncle that doesn't involve needlessly villainizing one of the few Jewish characters in a medium created by Jewish writers.

Bruce Wayne: No.

Dick Grayson: Yes!

Intriguing, please tell me more

So I get up and go over to the jukebox and start putting in quarters. I had a lot of quarters with me, because my dead parents left me all their money as a way to try to offset the truama of being orphaned. Didn't work. Anywho. So I'm selecting Night on Bald Mountain over and over again, when Alfred comes over. I thought he would tell me to stop, but instead he says: wait. So I wait. "Before you put in another Night on Bald Mountain," he says "put in one Boulevard of Broken Dreams." And that is when the afternoon went from good to great.

Bruce: well yes, but it’s more along the lines of me not wanting to scream your name in a room full of High class socialites.

Bruce, face in hands: I don't want to talk anymore.