I had a qsmp theory for a while now that I'm not confident that it is correct right now but I'm going to share it anyway
The eggs were made by the federation, and they were made to attack their parents once they are born, wich is why the codes want to kill them.
This is not something the eggs can control since they all love their parents very much, it's just what they where made to do.
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Danny has been taken along by Vlad to a gala over in Gotham city, given the very easy okay by his parents and a massive bribe by Vlad himself.
(Said bribe was a bunch of cupcakes baked by Vlad personally, and as much as he calls Vlad a fruitloop-and he is one btw- that man is a godly baker)
Has Vlad stopped wanting a son out of him?
Yes.
Has Vlad stopped pinning over his mother?
Yes, but in her place was something he doesn't know if worse or not.
Batman.
Danny, genuinely, does not know what he sees in Batman. Yea, the guy is cool, a well-known hero, always plans ahead and all of that.
But besides all of that he's literally just a guy.
He thinks Vlad is just drawn to miserable men.
(He's so right he doesn't even know.)
But if he remembered correctly, he's pretty sure Bruce and Batman are already in some kind of relationship? He can't remember the exact details, but something about Bruce being Batman's sugar daddy or something.
He knows Vlad is gonna try something, so while the party was going on he discreetly approached one of Bruce's kids to tell them to watch out for his godfather.
"My godfather wants to get with your dad's sugar baby, so you should tell him to watch out I guess."
Then just leaves the next second after passing said information along.
(On another note, Vlad dislikes Bruce simply because he reminds him of Jack both personality wise and a few similar features in the face, though not as tall.)
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do you ever think about how in the day i picked up dazai side b dazai had to lie emotionless and soulless—like a corpse, almost—beside the man that gently brought him in, nursed his injuries, held him while he was in pain? he had to keep those suffocating bandages around his entire face, lest this man gain some sort of recognition for the little boy he saved. he had to lay there curled in the fetal position, bleeding and in pain, perhaps thinking about how, in another life, this man cooked for him, tried to build up his strength. read to him to pass the time while he curled up against him like a child listening to a bedtime story. played cards with him. saw through the heartless mafioso. the ruthless killer. and instead saw a boy.
imagine knowing this man, the man who saved you in more ways than one, was going to die one day all because he knew you. because he reached his hand into the darkness and plaintively, like a small child wanting a parent's touch, you grasped back desperately. imagine thinking all of that while that man is just a stone's throw away, making coffee in the next room just like he used to for you in another life. the scent, although you've never been here before, is reminiscent of home. and the tune he's humming? it's the silent melody that plays through your mind seven years later, for the last time as you fall backward off the building with your arms out like an embrace. but, hey. that man is alive. he's happy, although he never knew you. you can die with no regrets.
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i just. i just…FUCK. i just really want harrowhark to go sicko mode when she realizes john has the power to resurrect whoever he wants he just chooses not to and even after learning about his own blood daughter he still doesn’t resurrect her he just makes her a construct. i would be alecto-levels of grief-stricken-enraged if my childhood nemesis/guard dog/whipping girl/codependent lesbian situationship that i lobotomized over/suicide-pact soulmate/only friend was suddenly here but not here haunting her own dead body and the only reason she’s present is because she was made into a fascist killing machine for a man with a power kink, and she’s not even happy about it but she’s going through the motions because all she knows of love is to be useful. (forever your sword.) and if i was harrow and i died and then came back to myself after switching bodies with the human cage holding the earth’s soul and realized all of this, i think i too would be accompanying the earth’s soul on her shoulder to go kill a man with eclipse-eyes and criminal levels of nonchalance. y’know. the one who guarded g1deon but not me, lord. the one who was so sure i had never seen that which lies insensate and with stilled mind, lord, who did not realize i was a lock and there was a key in the shape of a girl, lord. the one who looked me dead in the eye and told me i could never have my cavalier back, lord. the cavalier who came back haunted and empty and incomplete by your hand, lord.
i’m so team ‘harrowhark saves gideon for real this time not because she wants her cav but because she wants her other half’ i might lose my mind about it
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