“Everything’s yours.
Sorry I wasn’t the man you thought I could be.. B x”
Ivan had already assumed that Bruno would’ve left by the time he got back, but the reality of his departure still sat heavily upon his heart; a sharp, familiar ache that he knew would only dull with time.
It pissed Dick off when Jason called him “Golden Boy,” but he understood why he said it.
Dick Grayson had been the first- the first son, the first Robin, the first failure, and the first success. He was the prodigal son, the runaway who returned to his place at Bruce’s side. It was a position earned with blood—a terrible privilege. He couldn't stay away, he'd tried, he was the only one that could temper Bruce's fire.
Dick drew lines in the sand- screamed in Bruce’s face, called him out on his failings, demanded better of him- then he took the man’s punches “for not knowing his place.” There was never an apology (not that Dick would accept it). He wiped the blood off his face, and when someone asked what happened, he said he slipped up, and some random mugger got in a lucky shot. He wasn’t sure who he was protecting when he said it. He still rushes to Bruce's side when called.
He recognizes bits of Bruce eating away at his soul. He tries desperately to stay Mary and John’s son, tries to keep the light alive in his soul. Robin is magic. He feels the darkness creeping in at the edges of his mind. He’s Nightwing; he’s not in Gotham, not in Bruce’s shadow, but he’s never been more of a Bat. He isolates himself and pushes people away. He’s too controlling, too morally rigid. The fearless leader become tyrant.
He fails each of the Robins in new and increasingly horrifying ways, but always for the same reason: he puts the mission first. Bruce is proud of him for it; somehow, that approval hurts him more than any punch ever did. It keeps him up at night, Tim’s face when he left (forced away by Dick’s actions), Damian’s pride at becoming Robin (he was only ten), Jason’s eyes filled with resentment and deep sadness (he had been right all along).
He hates Bruce when he sees him in the mirror. He hates Bruce when he hears him in his own voice. Bruce Wayne was the worst person on Earth, but Dick Grayson was his favorite son. So what did that make him?
I love how I don't have enough inspo to draw new things... BUT THEN I WATCH A TEDDY BEAR VS UNICORN MOVIE AND THEN-- BOOM!! NEW ART 🥲🤲 make it make sense...
Shouto loves to stare at you, touch you and simply be with you.
He’s sitting right beside you as you’re aimlessly engaging in conversation with his sister on the couch of the Todoroki family home. The sound of his own name oozes from the tip of your tongue and while you typically consider yourself a quick speaker, it runs slowly like molasses. Meeting you was merely an accident. He knows that falling for a victim he saved was against the rules but he couldn’t help but set that constraint ablaze when he made sure you were safe. He’s a hero now. Overstepping boundaries is sort of his thing. Consider it one of the most in touch plans he’s had in a while. Falling in love with you was like a manifestation. It was destined– luckily you happened to follow suit. He wonders how he was blessed with a gentle soul to love and accept him while setting aside the bells and whistles. The young pro shifts a bit in his seat and shoves his hands in between his thighs out of insecurity. You can feel his body leaning in with the heat that radiates off of him. His chin plants on your shoulder while he continues to hear you ramble about whatever he was involved in. His beating heart is pumping faster and his face is burning brighter than his quirk could ever. If he allows himself to get out of his head anytime soon, he would be able to realize that he’s losing his breath. Your back becomes a wall for him to rest; he’s obviously leaning on you for a reason.
The curve of your body, the twitch in your hands and the tapping of your foot all caught his eye. Shouto knows you can get a bit nervous talking to the older sister. The second mother. There’s a comforting heat that presses right below your ear as he rests his cheek right on the back of your head. Lanky fingers on his left hand slipped from between the fullness of his thighs before they scooped around the plush of your waist. He takes a moment to dig his fingertips in your stomach in hopes to make it feel more real. There’s nothing he wants more than to comfort you like you have done for him. Never in his life would he have expected to be cuddling anyone in front of his family despite the odd looks from his brothers. There’s a doe eyed look from Natsuo and a “fucking sick,” from Touya. Shouto pays them no mind. You’ve become such a safe haven to hide away in, it didn’t matter where you both were. You’re his refuge– a place of solace.
you're telling me fernando gave this interview and walked away happily with fractured ribs and a slowly collapsing lung??? he still smiling tho ☠️☠️☠️☠️