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Caleb Foster - 16 - He/him

Died at 14, risen from the dead a year later with no explanation, is now half-ghost, half-alive.

DC OC

Short king, his growth was stunted when he was revived.

Rules

No NSFW.

No inappropriate remarks.

This is a dark fiction blog. Be warned that dark topics may crop up.

Asks are always open.

I am biased towards Batfam. Do with that what you will.

General RP etiquette applies.

Caleb: Snow got me feeling some type of way. Tim: That's hypothermia. Caleb: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.

Tim: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time. Caleb: cracks knuckles Manslaughter it is!

Caleb: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court: Caleb: Bruce, what the actual FUCK?

Jason: I’m totally useless. Caleb: You’re not totally useless. Caleb: You can be used as a bad example.

Caleb: Don’t be sad! Damien: Why not? Caleb: Caleb: I don’t have a good answer.

Caleb: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SHIT! Bruce: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Caleb: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Bruce: Somehow that's worse.

Caleb: Dick said its my turn with the brain cell. Jason: Square up.

Damien: You know, sometimes dandelions remind me of Caleb. Dick: Aww, is it because they’re like a little sunshine, spreading light and hope everywhere? Damien: What? Gross, no, it’s because they’re like a weed that you can’t get rid of!

Bruce: I hope you have an explanation for this. Caleb: We have three, actually! Jason: Pick your favorite.