Megg

reading fics got me like

Someone: yeah it was so sad when this character died

Can't stop thinking about Battinson. Never in my life have I understood the "poor little meow meow" thing until I saw this man rock up to breakfast in a massive t-shirt and sweatpants, eat a single blueberry because Alfred told him to, and then put on sunglasses indoors because it was too bright. He tried to wingsuit down from GCPD headquarters, got his parachute caught, hit a bus and a parked car, tumbled through the street, then just stood up and ran away. This man looked like he was on the verge of crying out of sheer awkwardness every time he had to be Bruce Wayne and he still didn't look clean.

Villian: Aren’t you glad to see me?