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The two munchkins sleeping upstairs are my kids. These are my babies.
Batman: White Knight Presents Harley Quinn
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: New Teen Titans, DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raven/Wally West, Raven/Kid Flash Characters: Wally West, Raven Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Unplanned Pregnancy, set in the new teen titans era, vaguely set after Raven is free from Trigon Summary:
A collection of glimpses in Wally and Raven's life as they navigate life - and family - together.
a detective who uses his deductive powers to corner a suspect and then does nothing to stop them from committing suicide is no better than a murderer himself. (insp)
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Batfamily Members: Stephanie Brown
Dear Diary, I know what my next science project is going to be called: “My love/hate relationship with Gravity.”
Favorite Comic Looks || Rita Farr in My Greatest Adventure #85 (1964)
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Harley Quinn Black white and red.
Happiness, laughter, affection. The pupils open. Fear, anger, hatred, the pupils close. But not his. His pupils stay fixed, tiny points of blackness, the eyes of someone who hates everything, everyone. Eyes that say he’s more than a man. Eyes that say he knows you.
Once I was alone I went to his door. He looked right at me. But he didn’t see me. He didn’t see me at all. It was then that I knew. Knew that he didn’t care who I was beneath the mask, and never would, knew that he was incapable of even broaching the subject of Bruce Wayne. It would ruin his fun.
