I want more Brucie Wayne Content. I can’t get enough of the man embarrassing the shit out of himself. It’s addicting.
But I also want to see Brucie breaking character when he’s in a room with a reporter.
I want to see Bruce literally dumping himself on a love seat and Jason just passes him an unlit cigarette (ehem), which Tim (yes, Tim) lights up with his random ass lighter. Then I want to read the reporter slowly losing their goddamn minds. Because,
“This can’t be Brucie Wayne! He’s the Prince of Gotham!”
“Aren’t they suppose to be the happy, pleasant family that donates money that seems to never end?”
To which I want Bruce to respond with,
“I am the Prince of Gotham. But remember, Joker is the Clown Prince of crime in Gotham. If he’s Crime, then I have to be the Prince of something too, don’t I?”
Then his kids all surrounding him are just snickering to each other.
When Epic finally gets on stage, there should be two levels to it. Like how in Hamilton, there’s the platform above the stage, kind of a like a balcony or walkway? And then it should be decorated to be like Olympus, and none of the humans or mortals ever go up there, it’s just the gods who sing down at all the measly heroes, and then sometimes they (mostly Athena) come down and actually talk to them, but most of the time it’s literally orders/reprimands coming from above.
OMG HEAR ME OUT.. A tiktok edit to End of Beginning by Djo about Derek morgan?!???? ‘And when i’m back in Chicago I feel it’ PLEASE! Profiler profiled? killed me. Please someone with talent that I do not possess make this edit. Okay, bye xxx
can i PLEASE get more jason/billy fics? i will beg on my KNEES for them. i need the slutty blonde duo with internalized homophobia to have FILTHY, DESPERATE, REPRESSED BUTT SEX and engage in extreme levels of BLASPHEMY.
and i need it now, guys or i’ll weep. esp, if it’s the ultra rare pairing of steve/billy/jason?? my roman empire. my triumvirate. thank you and goodbye.
wait a damn second, hear me out: Riven making audiobooks
*screams*
dude, just imagine. making some coffee or hot chocolate, lying in bed with a piece of dessert and listening to the hottest voice in the universe reading you a novel, i would get a heart attack in the first few seconds
the way i would actually sell my soul to have this happen is unhealthy. not that i care