SHIT BITCH WRITER.

ind. & sel. multi as most beloved by kat valentine. he/him. 30+ transmasc enby lesbian. loves you. a study in what it is to be no one’s fortunate son. / hope wrapped in a gossamer shroud of night. / becoming the best version of your worst self and being loved wholly. / spitting fearlessly in the face of fate. / the cruelty of duality. /  to eat god & to not become him, but yourself. / THE HERO DOESN’T DIE IN THIS ONE.  travel guide. (carrd)

bruce is my son my boy my child. on this blog we write the batman bruce, but he’s also sort of an animated series inspired bruce like.. heavily????

bruce is autistic. he experiences severe cognitive overload but also feels almost physically in pain when he is not stimulated. he is an introvert who is not good with people and is even worse at talking to them. he never quite knows how to stand or what to say. he isn’t great at connections. but he wants them. he loves them. he comes to find joy in the family he eventually fosters because it makes him feel like he makes his parents proud this way (and that is the core of his being — the desire to make his parents proud is both a positive and a negative).

he experiences fluctuating empathy, and though he is largely low empathy, he is extremely attached to the emotions of those he cares for deeply and is easily overwhelmed when actively empathizing. his mindscape is vivid and difficult and complicated and often changing and unreliable.

a number of tbi’s he’s suffered through the years in addition to his debilitating sleep habits leave bruce with a deeply faulty memory. the journals he keeps are an effort to retain continuity in his own life, to straighten out the dark shadows that twist and contort in the bleary, lost landscape of his memory. his journal is vital to his sanity and is written in erratic strokes by a hand shaking furiously across the page.

he likes to wear baggy sweats and tshirts but cleans up impeccably, every bit his father’s son. bruce is taught to seem timeless, and it reflects in his suits and his cars. he drives a classic beemer that belonged to his father, his batgear rattles in its trunk. he wants to be unremarkable but must maintain an appropriate appearance (he has to make his parents proud and when the dead can’t speak it’s easy to make up nonexistent expectations)

he is very kind and welcoming, if not very, very awkward and chokingly intense. he’s softspoken and often willing to entertain someone for longer than most people would when it comes to, say, harleen or even alana, who is a touch too misanthropic for him sometimes.

there are few people permitted to refer to trish as patsy. openly. most words make her spine tingle, her hackles raise, most times she hears patsy and she briefly imagines mother, shrill and shrieking down the hall, patsy! but this is ali, this is dazzler, and the blonde’s mouth breaks into an enormous grin that recklessly chases from end to end.