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Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.

They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.

They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.

Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.

This feels like I could trip on that radio and fall right into that water, feeling the crystal waves as I drop in.

And this, a nice stroll down a resort strip, where my sunscreened skin could literally feel cooked if I leaned too close to the tiling.

And then a nice stretch of summer street, wherein you could see your face in the flushed red of that car provided it didn't blind you from its sunny reflections.

BANG!

A red flag emboldened with the word pops out the end of the gun.

The whole room seems to sag with an exhale of relief. But Bruce doesn’t. He still strains against the goons who are holding him back.

The Joker just shrugs, gun dangling limp from his fingers. “Ah, well, looks like all I have with me is a joke!” His face twisted into an awful sneer. “Problem is, doesn’t seem anyone is laughing!” He turns, a dramatic pivot that leaves his back to Danny.

Please, please, please, let him be done with Danny, Bruce silently pleads.

There’s a moment where he thinks it works.

Then the Joker snaps his fingers. The goons on either side of him raise their pistols. Danny jerks as a bullet hits his chest. The second bullet jerks him the other way. He curls in on himself, body bowed for a moment. But then he sweeps his hair back as he stands up straight. There’s a devil-may-care smirk on his lips. It’s the smile that Bruce fell for.

The Joker twists back with a growl. “Unload, boys!”

Bang-bang-bang—ten more shots ring out.

Danny jerks back with each of the shots, but there’s no blood. No wet red staining the new suit that he had let Bruce buy him. The pistols empty into Danny, but he doesn’t bleed.

The room holds its breath.

Danny shakes out his sleeves. Twelve bullet shells clink against the marble floor. He straightens his tie purposefully, and then in a flash has surged forward and socked the Joker.

He crumples to the floor in a pile of purple and green.

The goons pause and then run for it.

Danny is at Bruce’s side, holding his face as he searches for any damage. “Are you okay?”

“I think that’s my line,” Bruce says, his voice a desperate rasp. He presses his finger through a bullet hole in Danny’s suit. His finger meets flesh, whole and unblemished. “…how?”

He kept sending Karin the money even though she kept returning it. Say, for years??? And he kept them safe for Kazuki, mind you.

He found an apartment for Rei.

He was the one who introduced Kazuki and Rei, and he knew what he was doing.

He kept Miri safe in the cafe and made her juice until someone came for her, and she didn't seem scared of him in the slightest.

And then he proceeded to take Miri for an ENTIRE DAY? He was such a gentleman to her and praised her drawing and wasn't, for a single second, the man he was with Kazuki and Rei. And in the end he had to make them understand that what they're doing could put her in danger, and yet he understood why they were doing it.

Did we mention that he helped Miri prank Kazuki and Rei? Because she called his omurice good??? He literally cooks for her now.

And when Kazuki came to him complaining about Rei and Miri, Kyutaro noticed he'd changed and he was sad when Kazuki wouldn't admit it.

He's the person Rei went to when he needed guidance and Kazuki wasn't there.

He knows Kazuki and Miri, he sees them in person, he can probably get any information he needs on them just by asking, and he still spent two months keeping them safe when the organization asked for information.

Yes, I know he was the one who called Misaki, but bfr it was the safest thing he could've done to keep Miri safe and away from the eyes of the organization. And he felt bad after Misaki's death. Let's not forget that he helped Kazuki and Rei end things with the organization.

And things didn't end there between them.

He helped them find a new apartment, helped them move, and was the first customer they had, and he taught them how to greet customers.

Making wishes for Tanabata.

This means:

If you draw a hard line between "drug" and "medicine" based on current legality where you live (or any other criteria) you've gone wrong somewhere,

If you think legality and/or prescription status tells you all you need about a substance's capacity to do massive harm to someone's body, mind or well-being you've gone wrong somewhere,

If you think legality and/or prescription status tells you all you need about a substance's capacity to contribute meaningfully to someone's healing, function or happiness you've gone wrong somewhere,

Right??