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incorrectbatfam · 3 months

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Bruce trying to shove talk his in law

Bruce: *opens his mouth*

Wally: *zooms away*

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Bruce: *long spiel*

Bruce: ...And that's why if either of you hurt him, I'll make sure you stay dead this time.

Roy: *takes out one earbud*

Roy, to Artemis: Did you hear something?

Artemis, watching TV: *shrugs*

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Kory: I've come to seek your blessing to ask Barbara out.

Bruce: Sure.

Kory: That's it? Isn't there a ritual bat-talk you undergo with all of your children's lovers?

Bruce: Barbara can handle it herself.

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Bruce: If any of you make Tim sad for even a SECOND, I will take everything you have.

Bernard, a college student: *hands him a dollar*

Kon, a farmer: *empties a pocket of dirt*

Bart, a Bart: *spits out a pizza crust*

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Steph and Cass: *enter holding hands*

Bruce: It's too early for this.

Steph: It's three PM.

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Bruce: Thank you for the intel, Detective Montoya. Now about you and my cousin—

Renee: Hold on, I'm getting a call.

Renee: *answers the phone and walks away*

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Bruce: You must be Duke's girlfriend.

Izzy: Yeah, I am. Got a problem with that, nepo baby?

Bruce: ...You may proceed.

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Jon: Hiya, Mr. Wayne! I'm here for me and Dami's playdate.

Bruce: Did you say playDATE?

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Bruce: He may seem tough, but on the inside he's a little boy who's been hurt too many times.

Selina: Is this really necessary?

Bruce: Promise me you'll take care of that little boy!

Selina: Okay, okay, yeesh.

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Bruce: YOU BREAK HIS HEART AND YOU'LL REGRET IT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

Alfred: Master Bruce, I think you misinterpreted what I meant by I love scones.

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elgaberino-mcoc · 1 year

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#Smasher #Izzy Kane #Kane family #Avengers #shi'ar imperial guard #Vril Rokk #delisted #listings combined #female Avengers #recent rank #MCOCW page 11 251-275 #Wishlist Cleanup

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spearclosetcomics · 2 years

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New Mutants #5 (2020) Jonathan Hickman Rod Reis

#Marvel #X-Men #New Mutants #Smasher #Izzy Kane #Sunspot #Roberto Da Costa #Deathbird #Cal'syee Neramani

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argetlam007 · 2 years

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Con O’Neill Gifs (5/?)

I didn’t want to be the one to forget...

#con o'neill #izzy hands #our flag means death #vengeance is mine #harry kane #izzyposting #gifs #argetlams-cononeill-gifs #my stuff #i love one (1) miserable man

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samsonet3 · 5 months

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SamIzzy can be doomed yaoi. If you want

#♠ | new mutants #sam guthrie #izzy kane

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doubletalkinjives · 2 years

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December 18, 1987 ♪ UIC Pavilion

Guns with Alice Cooper and Kane Roberts.

📸 Paul Natkin

#guns n' roses #axl rose #izzy stradlin #slash #duff mckagan #steven adler #alice cooper #kane roberts #chicago #1980s

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sunnibits · 2 years

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I think Izzy should get what I call the Marcus Kane treatment (when your hair growth directly reflects your character development)

#yes I know we all obsess over Stede’s potential hair in season two or Ed’s potential hair development #but what about Izzy’s hair development hm?? what ideas are we makin huh? get to work people #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #art #my art #I don’t think long haired Izzy would actually be my ideal endgame but I’m definitely not mad about it #I also don’t want Izzy to be good at all in s2 I want him to be equally deranged. worse even. but my point stands anyways #I just think he deserves the Marcus Kane hair arc 😌#it would be so good for him

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painful-pooch · 11 months

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Medals For Scars - BTHB

I'd like to thank @whumperofworlds for asking for this! I decided to have this be a fairly short write, but if people want to see what really happens next, just leave a comment so I know lmao. That being said, let me tag the Bru Bru/ Military Whump squad!

@badthingshappenbingo 'Scar to Remember'

Tag Squad: @actress4him, @redd956, @ocean-blue-whump, @pigeonwhumps, @technom0ose, @inscrutable-shadow, @straight-to-the-pain, @thethistlegirl, @sssunshinebreeze, @crash-bump-bring-the-whump, and @brinkofdiscovery

Continued after Tell Me When It's Over

CWs: Military Whump, Angst, PTSD, Panic Attack, Abuse from Commanding Officer, War Talk, *slightly grimdark*, and Mentions of Blood/Gore

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Bruno stood in the hallway, poised and standing with a sense of purpose while his shoulders remained tense. He was dressed in full service blues, his uniform crisp, his tie straight, his shoes well polished, his ribbons positioned over his heart, his wings and occupational badges shining, and the bandages under his mangled chest concealing the damage.

He knew by now how it worked. He'd stand before a panel of both officers and enlisted, explain what had happened in excruciating detail, and then be given their decision of whether or not they would submit it for either the Air Force Cross or some other medal that signifies his honorable actions.

Bruno scoffed unknowingly, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. Honor. Such an overused word, yet people didn't comprehend what the reality of being honorable entailed, the scars it left behind, nor the painful memories that would come to haunt them during the hours of the day and night. People who say they know what war is have no fucking clue what it's like.

They aren't the ones having to put down someone else's pride and joy six feet under. They aren't the ones staying up 'round the clock, knowing that if they snooze for even a moment, their teammate could wind up dead beside them. They aren't the ones having to leave a body behind and telling the parents, spouse, or child of that soldier that their loved one is gone forever.

The taste of war was something Bruno could describe so easily depending on who asked. For the joke of it, he could just say it tastes like a fuck ton of Monster Energy, shitty MREs, and whatever random ass bug crawled in your mouth at night if you left your cot net open. For someone who wanted to really know the truth, Bruno's answer never changed.

It's something you can't stomach until you've learned to harden your heart and mind to it. Your mind can't begin to comprehend the utter chaos of the battlefield. No matter how organized it may seem, it's a cesspool of rage, unhinged emotions, death, blood, and dreams of a long life ending suddenly. When you breathe it the first time, you can't help but gag and cough because it coats your throat with what feels like knives slicing you from the inside. Once you swallow your fear and your woes, then you can taste it. It stings for a second, and then it's a fusion of melancholy and metallic aftertaste. Whether it's your own blood, someone else's, or even the residue from all the gunfire and smoke, it all ebbs into a certain tang that... if you've been around it long enough, it's sweet. If not, it is the most bitter thing you've ever tasted.

His chest began to hurt and he grimaced, a hand being brought up to grip the clothing over his sternum, as though the shrapnel from the accident were back in his chest. It grew harder to breathe, the hallway beginning to tunnel. He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw, hoping the waves of duress would pass by him, but he was met with a gentle tap to his shoulder, his head snapping towards the direction and coming face to face with her.

"Hey, are you okay? You're up next," Miranda spoke in that same voice she used on that fateful day. He wouldn't be here without her, but sometimes...

Sometimes he wished he hadn't survived.

He had to respond back before she could tell he wasn't in the greatest of moods. "Yeah. I'll be fine. It's just an award committee trying to pull every detail they can out of me. It won't be fun, but it'll get done soon enough."

"You can tell them that it's too fresh in your mind, Bruno. Why don't you let me go in-"

"Lieutenant Ryker, are you trying to talk our wonderful Captain Stenberg out of getting the Medal of Honor?" General Kane appeared around the corner, his eyebrow raised, his grey eyes ever so depressing to look into. "Well?"

Miranda straightened up and adjusted her Marine dress uniform, clearing her throat and throwing Bruno a look of displeasure. "No, of course not, General Kane. I was simply insisting that Captain Stenberg take a brief moment of leave to clear his mind of the traumatic events that occurred."

Kane barely even paid a second glance to Miranda, taking a step closer to Bruno, his hand reaching out to straighten Bruno’s tie and messing at the ribbons, wings, and the occupational badges he wore. "Captain here actually passed his baseline trauma exam. Isn't that right?"

Kane wasn't wrong. Bruno did pass the test. After 13 subsequent failures, tape scrubbing, and a few... corrective actions to fix his emotions. "Correct, General Kane. Mira- Lieutenant Ryker, I will be fine. Thank you for your worry, but this won't be long. Recounting the events will be simple enough. I'm assuming the mission has been declassified due to the circumstances of the possibility for the Medal of Honor?" It's a complete joke. He doesn't deserve the damn fucking medal. He deserves to die on the battlefield like a true warrior.

Miranda sighed and raised her hands. "Got it. I'm sorry for assuming that the incident where he almost died doesn't affect him at all. Sorry for assuming that he's just a normal man who sacrificed his damn chest and everything for-"

"That's enough!" Kane roared at her, Bruno unknowingly flinching at that. "You don't get to say whatever you want about this. Weren't you the one he took the blast for? Shouldn't you apologize to him for his fucked up chest?"

Bruno stopped listening at that point, his eyes fixated on a point in the wall, the ringing in his ears getting louder. He could hear the sound of his heart beating proudly in... in his fucked up chest; beating away without a care in the world. He didn't know why he felt really hot all of a sudden, sweat forming on his brow. He couldn't tell why it was getting harder to breathe or how the walls were closing in around him.

He just wanted to duck down.

He couldn't take another blast to his already fucked up chest. He didn't like the rain on his face. It wasn't rain though.

It was blood. Dripping, dripping, dripping down his face, hot and heavy, the screams and cries of agony an undertone of the deafening ringing in his ears.

And then the slap came out of no where, rough and stinging. Bruno registered it seconds after, his hand gently reaching up so that his fingers brushed up against the most likely reddened skin. "S-Sir?"

"Get your sorry ass together, Captain, or so help me I won't help you climb the ranks to Major. Hell, this could get you promoted. Now get your act together, stand straight, control your breathing, and get the fuck in that room. Tell them whatever they want. The mission was scrubbed as a Humanitarian effort to provide food and water to the locals when shit hit the fan for you and Lieutenant Ryker."

Miranda stared in rage and shock, standing in front of Bruno, her finger in Kane's face. "You *don't* touch him like that. I thought you knew better than to fuck over the one person on the team that half respects you."

The General stood there, his demeanor already giving Bruno a bad vibe, who was barely even there as it was. Kane and Miranda stared down one another, a silent discussion going on; one that Bruno didn't know what the contents were until Kane scoffed, pointing at Bruno. "If he fucks this up, I'll have you both on details that will make the Marines look like rocket scientists when they cut the grass in front of the their barracks with safety scissors. Understood?"

Miranda would have said something, but Bruno’s squeeze on her shoulder reminded her to choose her own battles, sighing and saluting alongside Bruno. "Copy. In that case, I'll leave Bruno to go ahead and present to the panel his recollection of events."

Kane grinned so smugly and patted Bruno’s cheek. "Atta boy, you'll be a fine officer. Now go get yourself a nice medal and a promotion. Don't let me down. You can't afford to."

The hall became so quiet, Bruno and Miranda watching as Kane disappeared, a sigh of relief coming from beside him. "I hate him so much," Miranda spoke with so much venom in her words. "I just want to... agh, forget it. He doesn't deserve another moment of my time. Bruno are you going to actually be fine?" She held his cheek, her lovely green eyes shimmering like a forest.

Bruno didn't even know what to say in return, so he took her hand off his face, whispering back, "It doesn't matter if I'm fine, Miranda. That's not something that should hold any importance." He forced a grin and smirk, winking at her with a bit of his dashing demeanor he puts up whenever he's pushing others away. "Besides... it's not something I can afford. I'm the leader of this team. I hold the line. I am the one who has to keep the rest of us up."

"And what about you? Who's holding you up? Bruno, don't walk away from this!" Miranda raised her voice to a harsh whisper, trying to stop Bruno from knocking on the door.

Bruno spun on his heels, and he stood rigid, holding back the anger that was rising in him. "When are you going to learn to just give up on me? I'm a lost cause. The sooner you accept that reality, the easier it'll be when..."

"When you die? Is that it? Do you just want to die, Bruno? Should I have let you bleed out on me back there?" Miranda was starting to tear up, making Bruno pinch the bridge of his nose tightly.

"I have to go... please, before I say anything else to make this worse than it already is." Bruno turned away again, knocking at the door and waiting to be told to enter and stand before the panel.

"You may enter, Captain Stenberg," a male called out from within the room, Bruno's hand reaching to turn the handle and pull it.

Miranda's voice was filled with sorrow and pain when she bid farewell. "Before you go in there... I'm not giving up on you. Not then, not now, and not ever. Now go get your medal that you earned."

Bruno couldn't turn to her. He didn't want her to see how much shame and pain he had within him. He heard the fading foot steps go away from him, and in order to not keep the panel waiting, he opened the door and entered the judgement chamber.

#bruno stenberg #Military Whump #Angst #PTSD #Panic Attack #Abuse from Commanding Officer #War Talk #*slightly grimdark*#and Mentions of Blood/Gore #military oc #miranda ryker #alfonso kane #izzy writes #bthb card #scar to remember

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do-not-call-me-sunshine · 2 years

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Sadie: “hey can I have your number”

Sadie: how does that sound?

Carter: LIKE A NORMAL QUESTION

Carter: GODS!

#source: Izzy and Ethan #I died reading this #Sadie was Izzy #and ethan was carter #riordanverse #Rick riordanverse #Sadie Kane #carter kane #the kane chronicles #tkc

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citadelselfships · 2 years

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shout out to danganronpa selfshippers who try to make their s/is’ and f/os’ lives Less Awful than they are in game yall r cool. couldnt be me though my s/i commits multiple atrocities, has a three to four year long breakdown (taking a wild guess at how long the goodbye despair cast were uh. despair), isolates himself from everyone he loves during that time, and only talks to a very small pool of people after junkos death, over half of them being children who hate him. and also kills haiji towa. as she should

#For some maybe well needed context he is a remnant of despair #and compared to the things his partners have done rhis is mild i think #ask to tag #earth to mars #✨ Izzy Kane #i havent played ultra despair girls btw but i dont need to to hate haiji. I want that man dead

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incorrectbatfam · 2 months

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How's retail Steph doing during the Valentine's Day sales?

[restaurant]

Kory: *lovingly stares*

Barbara: *lovingly stares back*

Steph, who's been standing there for 2 minutes: ...I'll come back later.

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[grocery store]

Duke: Where do I find chocolates for my girlfriend?

Steph: Not at this store if you care about her.

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[drive-thru]

Steph: Welcome to Batburger, how may I help you?

Jason: We'll take the Harley and Ivy Couple's Combo.

Roy: And make the fries extra Jokerized.

Steph: Please go up to the window.

Jason and Roy: *drive up*

Steph: That'll be $23.51.

Jason: *pulls out a gun*

Steph: *sighs*

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[call center]

Steph: Wayne Enterprises account support, how can I assist you?

Damian: We would like to inquire about purchasing a toilet.

Jon: A skibidi toilet.

Damian and Jon: *snickering*

Steph: I'm telling Cass.

Damian and Jon: *hang up*

Steph: That's what I thought.

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[coffee shop]

Steph: What can I get you guys?

Tim: We'll take a large frappuccino.

Bernard: With two straws.

Kon, popping up out of nowhere: Make that three.

Bart, zooming in: Actually, four.

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[furniture store]

Steph: Need any help over here?

Dick: Yeah, what's your most durable mattress?

Steph: ...Durable?

Dick: Yeah, so Wally and I can both jump on it.

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[clothing store]

Renee: How does this dress look?

Steph: It looks great.

Kate: I think it'd be better on the floor.

Steph: I'm taking my fifteen-minute break.

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[at home]

Steph: Hey guys—

Steph: *walks in on Bruce and Selina*

Steph: *turns around*

Steph: Guess I'm working overtime today.

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