#gothamswildcard

clarkkentmanofsteel replied to your photo: A baby of my own.  My biggest dream.

You’d be a wonderful father, Dick.

robindamianwayne replied to your photo: A baby of my own.  My biggest dream.

Grayson, no! You return that baby at once!

gothamswildcard replied to your photo: A baby of my own.  My biggest dream.

Nope nuh-uh nien nyet and nope.gif. You’re far too young, young man! Spend a few more years practicing on Damian first before you go and get all broody again.

Thanks, Clark.  I hope I will.

I did, Damian.  But that doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it.

Slade had been tailing Joker for days. The job was a simple one, and it was all just one huge waiting game from here. Settled atop a building, he shifted slightly to peer through his scope. The cross-hairs were trained on a window, looking down into a warehouse. It'd taken an hour just to get to a place with a decent view. Strange in Gotham, really, where everything seemed to tower over everything else.

With his blue uniform cloaking him in the dark, it was only a matter of time before he made his move tonight. He'd been mostly hands off so far, just doing little things to throw off the clown. Shooting out a tire to disable a getaway vehicle here, causing an accident to back up traffic in a critical area there, sniping what few goons Joker had right now, anything he could thing of.

Tonight he'd step it up.

"Come on, you stupid clown," he muttered. "Show your ugly face...."

This job was almost insultingly easy, much easier than he'd first assumed it would be. Everyone knew the Joker was trouble, but when he was on the run? He was just like anyone else. And he could be followed like anyone else.

Tut-tut, languages are important, and this in National Hispanic Heritage Month… but eh, if you can’t fit it in you can’t fit it in. College is important; I couldn’t afford to go and look how I ended up. :I

Jason had grown accustomed to curling up on the rare co-occurrence he would take a nap during his time at the Asylum. It was too cold to sleep any other way, though it was difficult enough to get any peace with everyone talking, even if it was in his head.

Then a crack of more than familiar laughter echoed against the solid walls outside of Jason's cell.

No. No. How could he have let himself remember at a time like this? No, no, no!

His hands flew to his ears as he screamed unintelligible curses.

How could it be that he was locked up here? It should be him.