#(but yeah)

he is a cold blooded killer. he has pathetic tantrums and throws pens on the floor. he only wears black. he delivers a fantasically evil villain monologue. he cries pathetically when beaten. his motivation is not related to some tragic backstory, but is simply jealousy twisted into something so deplorably evil. he is bald.

SIKE

THEY'RE GAY

And they're not some rare exception to the rule, either!!!

About 25% of black swan couples consist of two swans of the same sex (typically, two males).

These couples will court each other, build a nest, and raise their young together in a more-or-less committed monogamous relationship.

In fact, these same-sex couples have a high success rate of 80% when raising their young to adulthood, as opposed to the 30% of their heterosexual counterparts! Two big buff papa swans are better than one when it comes to stomping on invaders of nesting territory.

"But," I hear you say, "where do their baby floofballs come from? Does mpreg exist among black swans?"

Alas, no, but there is a very elegant solution to this. The swan couple may simply temporarily associate themselves with a female swan.

Afterwards, the female swan deposits their eggs and swims off free to live her single girlie life if she wishes (or, find a boyfriend. Preferably one who isn't already committed to another boyfriend.)

So whenever someone commits the naturalistic fallacy "homosexuality bad because unnatural >:(" I like to point out not only their glaring illogicality, but also, respectfully, there is homosexuality happening in the local lake right now.

she kind of looks down and nods to herself, like yeah, he’s running. Of course he’s running.

She knows him too well to have believed fully that he wouldn’t run, but some selfish part of her still hoped that he would go willingly. That he wouldn’t make this harder. That she wouldn’t need to have his blood on her hands.

And Dick has some words to say.

"What?" Jason growled, sick and tired of the side long glances Dick kept throwing him, the furrow between his brows and the searching- detective- face he had on.

“No, no, it's nothing.” Dick said with a shrug. “Just… didn't know you cared. That’s all.”

“Well I fuckin’ do, alright?" Jason snapped, ignoring Dick's look and fixing the way the blanket was tucked around Bruce on the bed. His voice was too hoarse for his own liking. "So just back off.” He muttered gruffly.

“No.”

Jason blinked in surprise. “No?”

“No.” Dick repeated. “No I will not back off. Because this is my Dad we’re talking about and you have given him hell for the past few months that you’ve been back and it is killing him, but now- now when he’s physically hurt and it’s- for once- not your fault, you suddenly decide to forgive him and show up for him.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “So no. I will not back off. Not when, for maybe the first time, I am truly confident in the fact that Bruce is in the right.”

Jason stumbled back as though struck, but anger was already building, blocking out his guilt, steadying his footing. “You think he’s right?” He screamed. “He replaced me! He didn’t even last a few months-”

“Bruce loved you!” Dick roared. “He loved you more than anyone! More than he loved me.”

And there it was. He’d finally said it.

Jason scoffed. “Yeah right, Golden Boy. Bruce’s head is shoved so far up your ass you can brush his teeth for him-”

“He never adopted me.” Dick said darkly.

Jason blinked.

“He took one look at you and went ‘I want that boy to be my son. I want to be his father. I’m ready to be a father, for him.’” He shook his head, turning away.