#the outcasts

Ugh, there is so much meaning here. Especially Finn saying it.

"I think it’s been really good about portraying, sort of, your own mind being your own worst enemy, sort of… Your own problems with yourself, or your secrets"

Oh my GOD

“The history of villains is much more entertaining than that of heroes, because monsters are not born, they are created.

They do not emerge from emptiness or darkness of their own accord, but are shaped by circumstances, by the wounds of the world around them. They reflect the depths of human pain, rejection, loneliness and misunderstanding.

A hero is defined by acts of bravery, but a villain is the result of a heart that was once pure…

…and ended up corrupted.

Ms. Kelley! Please, something happened to Nadia!

We can't get a hold of him or her doors, something is very wrong!

I heard something fall. I think she got hurt. Badly. (Nova on Sylo's shoulder)

Heather: Please tell me your not also coming out as gay. We kind of surpassed our quota for queer members on a nineties superhero team.

Judd: Oh Heather, no. I'm merely stating that I used to be a terrorist.

Growing apart by justiceiscalling on ao3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62039293

The person who opens the door is tall and lean. Taller than Tim by…five inches? Possibly more. He’s ranging on 5’11, could already be 6’0. He has tiny scars across his face and hands, some scars pretty noticeable against his tanned skin. His green eyes are piercing and vibrant. Part of Tim wants to scream, ‘Bruce took in another!?’ but Tim’s hippocampus recognizes him rather quickly. “Damian?”

“Drake.” The boy (man?) says looking down at Tim. “It is good to see you, I suppose.” Damians hands twitch at his side as if wanting to do something. If Tim knows Damian at all, it’s probably strangle him. Ultimately, he opts out of whatever violent decision he was considering and instead tugs on his hoodie as he opens the door more to allow Tim in.

Tim walks in, looking around the manor for changes. Because Damian becoming a giant with manners can’t be the only one. “Since when did you ditch turtlenecks?”

Damian shoots Tim an unimpressed look. “Since last year when I emptied them out of my closet.”

Tim shrugs nonchalantly. “How was I supposed to know?” Damian moves to lead the way. As if Tim doesn’t know his way around the manor. “I was gone three years, you know.”