Follow-up: Jason shot at Dick from the balcony for being within 200 feet of the building
Dick: the entire thing is one long sentence but it’s grammatically correct so Bruce can’t say anything
Jason: waits until the morning paper comes and crosses out the inaccurate parts
Tim: writes “lmao” after every horrific incident
Damian: 50-page dissertation on a bike thief
Duke: 3–5 pages double spaced Times New Roman size 12 font in MLA format
Cullen: he’s not a vigilante but he doesn’t wanna feel left out so he gets Bruce to beta-read his 200k Destiel fix-it fanfic
Stephanie: yellow text on white paper—as soon as it leaves the printer it’s Bruce’s problem
Cassandra: turns crime scene photos into greeting cards
Barbara: writes it correctly, but her file sizes are too big so each email contains six separate attachments
Harper: list of numbers with zero context
Carrie: a drawing of the Riddler on a unicycle
Dick Grayson: I see the glass as half full, Damian sees it as half empty. That’s why we make a good team. Jason, on the other hand, just drinks right out of the bottle. Tim wonders why it has to be glass and why it can’t be coffee instead, and Steph usually breaks the glass, if there’s no glass problem solved.
I believe this is what you’re looking for:
Keep On Dreaming, Some Come True by Queerbutstillhere
When Jonathan Samuel Kent finds himself in a situation of being a very poor college student, he ends up stumbling himself into another situation.
He finds himself being an escort to one Billionaire Heir Damian Wayne.
Yup, he’s getting paid to fake date Damian Wayne.
This can’t go wrong at all, right?
Let Cass and Alfred be something other than perfect badasses
It seems to me that people want to see them as these faultless figures among a Disaster Bat™ family but honestly… I’m getting tired. You can only spend so long looking at perfect people before it gets boring
Yes, they’re hardened warriors and seasoned former spies, but they’re also human, and all humans have flaws, failures, nuances, losses, and breaking points. Don’t get me wrong, I love these characters, but I’d love them more if they weren’t placed on a pedestal
Damian in a nutshell
dick: your twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colours. i like soup. i just want to take a nap
criminal: you should probably sort out your priorities
dick: well that makes two of us, doesn’t it?