Call me Moose :)

He ain't afraid of death!

When Denton wrote the story about the newsies, his punishment was getting sent to report overseas. When Katherine wrote about the newsies, she was blacklisted from every paper(she was not allowed to write ANYTHING). Not only that she was blacklisted, but she was blacklisted by her own father, not a boss. She had to deal with her father betraying her and find a way around his blacklist.

If Katherine hadn’t kept fighting and kept her hopes up, the newsies would have lost. Denton accepted his fate and decided he would just go so he could keep his job. Katherine didn't choose her job over telling the newsies' story. Denton could have been replaced by another reporter, but Katherine had connections to Darcy and Bill, she was willing to fight for the newsies, who she barely knew.

She also took time during the fight in Seize the Day to check on Specs. It's a short cut, but she is still there as the fighting is happening. She didn't run away, she stayed to support them. Not only that, but she went likely out of her way to cheer them up by bringing the paper. She already knew she was blacklisted. She knew she couldn't write anything more about the strike. She still came anyways. She also kept up hope for them, even when Jack doubted their efforts would do anything. She had more faith in the strike than Jack did throught the story.

and yk what

Just, imagine the situation:

Dick has a baby tooth that is about to fall, which is normal considering he is still a small child.

He's outside as Robin, in the middle of a fight.

So, a thief, thug, or any helper of a villain, is in a fight with him, the guy is still hesitant to hit a child, even if said child is just beating him up.

Then, out of pure luck, he lands a blow to the boy's jaw.

Dick immediately steps back, more than because of the punch, it is simply to get distance, but then, he feels his baby tooth come loose, and he immediately spits it out, with a little blood, of course.

For less than half a second, Dick considers just throwing it away and moving on, but notices just in time the horrified face of the guy he's fighting.

And Dick just knows he simply can't miss the opportunity.

What does he do? He starts crying.

Dick, Tim, Damian & Steph: I don't like killing and will go out of my way to avoid it in any circumstances, but will do it if there's no other way

[Duke got badly hurt on patrol]

Duke: Where's Damian?

Damian: I'm here, Duke.

Duke: Take my hand.

Damian: *holds his hands*

Duke: There's something I have to tell you. If I die-

Damian: I'm not gonna let that happen.

Duke: No, listen to me. If I die, I want you to know... even when I'm dead...

Damian: Duke-

Duke: And I'm just a pile of bones...

Damian: *getting choked up*

Duke: I'll still be taller than you.

Jason; I’m sorry, Talia. I can’t kill Bruce.

Talia: You asked me yesterday if I could “break Bruce out of the afterlife so I can kill him over and over.”

Jason: Yeah…that would have been fun. But he’s given me an offer I can’t refuse.

Talia: He killed the clown?

Jason: He gave me a first edition Pride and Prejudice book. It says by a lady instead of Jane Austen.

Talia: You are sacrificing months of training and planning for a book?

*the league, pouring over case files in serene silence*

*heard faintly from three rooms away*

Tim, Damian, and Jason: we listen and we don’t judge,

Jason: my original plan for terrorising B after coming back to Gotham was to start leaving him a bunch of creepy voicemails Taken-style, and the only reason i scrapped it was because i just genuinely couldn’t remember Bruce’s phone number.

*Bruce lifts his head, squinting slightly*

The kids: we listen and we don’t judge,

Tim: when i was nine my camera broke because a rogue that Batman was fighting threw the car i left it in off a bridge and i was so mad at Batman that i sold photos i’d taken of Bruce Wayne wearing a thong on his private beach to the Gotham Gazette to buy a new one

*the rest of the league also lift their heads, staring at Bruce uncomfortably. Bruce shifts in his seat*

Jason: THAT WAS YOU?

Tim: YOU’RE JUDGING WE SAID NO JUDGING-

Damian: i feel like we should be able to judge OCCASIONALLY.

*the league, eyeing each other*

Clark: they wont… post that video online, right?

Bruce, sighing: to the family groupchat, probably.

*heard again from across the watchtower*

The kids: we listen and we don’t judge,

Jason: back in the league Damian’s hamster died and we told him it was natural causes but it’s actually because i set it loose during a meeting and Ra’s freaked out and stepped on it.

Jason: OK DRAWING A SWORD MEANS JUDGEMENT DAMIAN PUT IT BACK-

Diana: should you be… checking on them?

Bruce, dead inside: what am i supposed to do about it?

Ollie: aren’t you in charge of them?

Bruce, completely seriously: i’m not in charge of anything anymore.

The kids: we listen and we don’t judge,

Damian: when I was a child I was forced to kill 183 people and I dream of their faces every night

Tim: Damian I don’t think you understand the game.

Bruce, getting up: I’m going to go-

The rest of the league, simultaneously:

Clark: see if the kids are-

Diana: we can handle this-

Barry: you got this buddy-

Damian: *squints*

-later-

Damian: -and then he said because he doesn’t want to remind you of any bad memories, which-

Jason, absently: that’s fucking rude. what bad memories?

Damian: -right?! you coming to the league and becoming my ahki was the best thing that could have ever happened to you. it is NOT a bad memory.

Jason: i mean i was talking about convincing Ra’s to play a match of laser tag with us as ‘moving target training’ but sure you’re great too.

Damian: Grayson simply does not understand our bond.

Jason, not even looking up from his phone: uh-huh. so true kiddo.

Damian: *grins smugly*

Tim, watching them interact:

Tim:

Tim: he’s talking about Jason being beaten and blown up you fucking weirdos.

Tim:

Tim: …you got Ra’s to play laser tag?

Jason: mhm.