#robingrinned

Rose didn’t even get a briefing about the job Deathstroke and Ravager had just been hired for. No, she was to pack and load into the helicopter. While flying there, Slade finally lets her in on the job’s details.

“Don’t bitch about who hired us. We’re being paid well to help out the Joker,” Slade begins. “We’re being paid well, and we won’t really be working with him, or his new little sidekick. Well, you might be.”

Rose scowls at him. She knows better than to speak up about it, but this is cementing her will to get out from his shadow and establish herself. She’d never work with the Joker by choice. This is disgusting. “New sidekick?” She asks. This is the first she’s hearing about it.

“Yeah. don’t know much. Could be the Robin that disappeared,” He speculates. “I wouldn’t envy the Bat if that’s the case.” He rattles off more trivial facts as they get closer to Gotham.

Rose could not care less. She’s interested in this sidekick. What kind of person could they be? Why would they work with the Joker? No matter the answers, Rose doesn’t look forward to meeting them.

1. I high key love it when people get scared by the fact that the scarecrow on my theme background fuckin blinks so thank u very very much for brightening my day with your moment of terror !

bruce - batman coughs. something barely perceptible spatters on his gloves. blood. he’d known that he’d broken a few ribs, but from the blood in his mouth after the adrenaline’s worn off, he must have a lot more internal damage than he’d noticed. fuck. that’s what he gets for the numbing painkillers. he touches his stomach to make sure he wasn’t stabbed and didn’t notice, he grabs jason to heave himself up more easily.

@robingrinned:

It had been years since they bore the hero’s redbreast. Six months since they burned and buried that damn jester costume outside Gotham City limits.

The cries for help had them jump into action on instinct. You can take the kid out of the cape. Can’t keep them from slamming brakes to make yet another reckless heroic save. Truck doors swung open as the teen folded out the tarp on the backseat.

Then they turned to the boy’s (boy? You’re almost his age) grip on the burgendy jacket. Not the first nor the last blood stains the outfit would see.

“Woah. Hey, hey, its okay.” Former hostage. Escaped? Or let go? Step one: calm them down. “Not gonna let anyone hurt ya.”

They struggled for what else to say. Once, their mere presence was a comfort. Yellow caped portent of the Bat. You’re safe now, the heroes are here. A grin and a wisecrack were all that had been needed.

Now they stood on the side of the road with a pickup truck, a scarred face, and a shamefully reflexive urge to call Alfred.

“I understand. I believe you. I won’t make you kill anyone again, alright? You don’t have to hurt anyone again.”

Things you wish you’d heard back then, with bloodsoaked purple gloves forcing a knife in your hands.

“You’re safe. Not gonna let anyone hurt you, alright?”

          “Please...” Sean didn’t know what he was asking for anymore, only that what was happening now, who was waiting for him back there, was something he wanted to get as far away from as possible. “I didn’t want to... I didn’t...”

          He swayed on his feet, grip white-knuckling in the stranger’s jacket. He couldn’t tell if his vision was blurring out of tears or the cold or something else. Something he didn’t want to think about. His skull throbbed. He kept rambling. Dead girls and horses, apologies and pleas to call the cops. Please, I’ll do it again. I’ll do it again if you don’t. Don’t you see I’m turning myself in?

          It was nonsense, nonsense that was becoming more unintelligible by the minute. Sean let them go to dig the heels of his palms against his eyes. By the time he was escorted to the back seat, he’d gone eerily quiet, save the quiet, reedy gasps of panic. 

          He hadn’t wanted to kill her. He hadn’t. Swear on God. But that didn’t make the blood drying between his fingers any less real. 

          Poor girl, poor girl... 

        “Joker...”

Too young to be so broken. And too old to fix it. Hide it with good humor. A smile and joke and no one will ask all the same old questions.

"I uh, I'm young enough to party. Woo! Old enough to know better I guess."