Prompt:
It’s not that Jason forgot, per se.
But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.
Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne
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[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]
Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.
And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s the enough of a reason for him to smile.
Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.
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honestly im never gonna get over the fact that a tv show came out where the titular characters are a hispanic pansexual autistic man and his dubiously straight but definitely neurodivergent grandson, and it became a massive pop cultural phenomenon while garnering a fanbase largely made up of anti sjw reddit ass men. it isn't as bad as it used to be and i reckon they were always the loud minority, but like isn't that fucking bizarre? the amount of racism homophobia and ableism that's come from people who worship rick sanchez for being a genius asshole boggles the mind.
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