#they made up

[eijirousbestie]

“I want you.”

requested pt 2 of “I’m done talkin”

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Talking wasn’t always easy. Sometimes it straight up drains the life out of a person. And you could understand that. You could understand him. Could understand that when life gets to be too much, he’d need the time away to sort things out.

It was only a matter of time before he felt comfortable enough to even be in the same room after what had happened. So he makes his way to the one place he can think.

The rooftop is wide and about ten stories up. The perfect view to overlook the city. The perfect view to think. The area is littered with thriving plant life and budding flowers alike. The rooftop garden is home to the Botany Club at the university but also open to the community.

He’s not crazy about flowers but he doesn’t necessarily hate them either. After all, this is the only place on campus where he could get some much needed peace and quiet. The library was suffocating, the dining hall was a mess and the dorms were a definite no.

You were there. It was Monday. You always got back to the dorms early on Mondays. So he made sure to be gone before you came back. It confuses him really, why he’s so avoidant with you. It’s not like he holds any resentment towards you, there’s just so much going on.

He passes a few of the hydrangea tables with slow steps. His fingers glide on each tabletop he passes, making sure not to bump a flower pot with his fingers. Tiger lilies, chrysanthemums, zinnias and asters rest at each of their designated tables. Some fresh greens hang from thin rope in reach of the four corners of the roof’s open walls.

The billowy wafts of the flora ease his nerves like a superpower. He stops in front of a pot smaller than the rest. The tag resting just before the plant reads “Canna Lily.” The petals a highly saturated red. They almost look fake they’re so bright.

He gets lost in his thoughts, staring idly at the flora. His hands ball up into fists at his sides. Why is thinking about you so hard? Things between you both were always so easy. At least that’s what he’d like to think. He knows he shouldn’t have blown up at you the way he did. There was no rhyme or reason for it. And it feels like such a shit excuse to say he did it because he was “under pressure.”

His fists tighten the more he thinks about everything. Why he’s stressed in the first place has nothing to do with you. He shouldn’t have let his own emotions drag you into it. The last bit of sun peaks through faded clouds that resemble stretched cotton. Soft pinks and oranges tone the sky as the large star begins its slow descent to night.

He lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The issue lies within himself and he knows that. He knows he should be man enough to own his mistakes and rectify all that he’s broken. He turns his head, no longer looking at the small flower, but over his shoulder at the person who had just stepped onto the rooftop.

Pausing at the door, you look at the figure in front of you. The man you hadn’t seen in nearly three weeks. The feeling is sudden and visceral as your heart feels as if it’s dropped into your stomach.

His eyes are hardened and yet so, so sorrowful. Like he’s trying to mask as much as he can. Without a single word, he tears his gaze from you and walks to the edge of the rooftop, propping and crossing his arms on the railing. His left foot crosses his right at the ankle as he puts his weight on the cement railing, gazing out at the view of the city.

The perfect view to think.

The perfect view to talk.

He doesn’t have to look to know you’ve followed close behind, position the same as his but you’ve put yourself at a wider distance. He can see the intentional space between you both in his peripheral. A displeased grunt rumbles from deep within his chest.

“Why’re you so damn far.” It’s more of a statement than a question. He clasps his hands together, still resting on the railing, hanging loosely from the wrist onto the other side.

“Wanna give you space.”

Your voice burns in his ears. A sound he’s missed although he’ll never admit it. Soft and yet so unsure. As if you’re not even convinced the words you say are the words you mean. He’d waited so long to hear from you. But not like this. Not with this dejected tone.

He swallows the budding lump in his throat and takes a deep breath before exhaling. If there’s anything he’s taken from his time with you, it’s the newfound habit of self-soothing. Calming his nerves so he can express himself properly. He hadn’t done it before and that’s what got him in this mess. So he’s sure as hell gonna do it now.

“I don’t want space.” He clenches his jaw tightly, a vein just under his jaw twitching with strain.

“Then what do you want?” What does he want?

“I want you.” A beat passes. “Us,” he corrects. He props his elbows up and cups his face in his hands and slowly slides them down over his eyes, nose, and lips before they’re gripping onto the railing for dear life. “The shit I said before—shit—I shouldn’t’ve took it out on ya. Had nothin’ to do with you and shoulda stayed that way.”

He clears his throat as he’s met with your silence. It only fuels him to express more. “I wasn’t lying to you though. About not being good at expressin’ my emotions and shit. M’ not good at it… but I’m tryin’. And I think as long as I’ve got you in my corner I’ll keep tryin’. So,” he takes another deep breath, “I guess what I’m sayin’ is… m’sorry.”

A long, lingering silence envelopes the two of you with an unmistakable chill. He finds the will to turn his head to look at you only to find that you’re already looking at him with a gaze so intense it leaves him confused. Are you mad? Upset? Both?

Well, that is until he sees a stray tear slip from the corner of your eye. His eyes zero in on it and he feels something in his resolve break. It’s the first time he’s ever seen you cry (if you can call one tear crying). He’s seen you pissed, agitated and annoyed but never this.

You wipe the rogue tear away and look back at the fading sky as night begins to fall.

“I miss us too Katsuki.”

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fin.

#they made up #idk why I added flowers lol #bakugou katsuki #mha headcanons #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fic

[snailsnaps]

YOU MADE ME DO THIS MAKE DONNIE TO APOLOGIZE TO MIKEY, DR FEELINGS DOES NOT APPROVED THIS

Make them happy, its not a request is an order

yes honey...

continuation of this post

#calm down everyone #they made up #its okay now :) #yes. donnie drew eyebrows on his skin. #bite me #rottmnt #alphastage rise #mutuals #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #de-aged!donnie

[bonitanightmxres]

while we lasted (pt. 3) || b. bradshaw

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x mitchell!fem!reader

warnings: angsty-ish, language, kinda fluffy if you look hard enough

synopsis: at the height of your separation, you grow to accept your predicament, while bradley finally comes to his senses.

length: 2.5k

a/n: thank you guys for showing this series love! really makes me happy, especially after not posting original works for a long time!🥹

part 1 | part 2 |

When you confessed everything to Maverick that morning, you felt as though you could finally breathe again, that you could finally look your dad in the eye after weeks of not telling him the truth. Despite the hurt you were still reeling from with the separation, something about coming clean with Maverick made the whole thing a lot easier, especially as he held you while you cried.

Something about his motivational pep talks seemed to work like magic too, even while you were growing up. At eleven, he’d taught you the importance of loving yourself when the other, skinnier girls made fun of you for your obvious developments. When you were eighteen and shunned by your peers for refusing to give into their pressure and drink, Maverick simply said that you were a special kind of young girl—the kind who’d go far in life for sticking to her beliefs. Now, as a full grown woman, it almost seemed funny to be confiding in him over something that seemed like silly boy trouble. Only, it wasn’t so silly to you—this was Bradley. This was your first and only serious relationship you’d had and it’d gotten wrecked so badly. Still, despite all that, Maverick found a way with words to ease your heartache.

So, for the first time in almost two months, you felt strong and confident. You’d worked up the courage to drive around, feeling the oceanside breeze through your hair, and start apartment-hunting. You couldn’t live with Maverick forever, though you were sure he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. But you’d noticed he was spending a little more time than normal with Penny Benjamin, and the idea of accidentally catching them together because Maverick wasn’t used to having you home made you shudder. No way you were going through that again. The first and only time it’d happened was on a typical weekend when you were thirteen. Maverick had gone out the night before, and you planned to stay at a friend’s house. But when your plans crumbled, you spent the night in your room. The next morning, Maverick had slept in particularly late, so you decided to wake him up with a bucket of ice water. Only, when you tossed it on his bed, a blonde woman shot up from under the covers, completely naked and screamed bloody murder. Maverick sprinted out of the bathroom, and fought hard to suppress his laughter when he saw you covering your eyes. Needless to say, there was never any miscommunication after that—and you never woke him up with ice water again.

Throughout the afternoon, you toured various apartment buildings in the city. Some were beautiful with gorgeous views of the ocean and spacious kitchens for family gatherings, and others... well, not so much. There was always something. Too much of this, too little of that, a little bit cramped here or there. Not quite exactly what you wanted, so you looked harder. After what seemed like hours, you grew weary and tired of looking—until you found the one. It sat right on the oceanfront, facing the sun, and the view displayed stunning hues of orange and pink in the sky as the sun began to fall. An island in the middle of the kitchen was big enough so that you could probably host Thanksgiving there if you wanted, though it would likely just be you and Maverick… and probably Penny and her daughter. Still, to say the apartment was perfect was an understatement. As luck would have it, the paperwork and everything else was in order and you could begin to move in as early as the next day, but when the building owner asked if you wanted to sign the papers now and make it official, all you said was, “I’ll think about it,” and left.

You’d gone straight back to Maverick’s, expecting to tell him of the day’s almost-successful events, but when you didn’t see his car in the driveway, you were only slightly relieved that you had extra time before having to tell him eventually. The sunset’s colors grew deeper, painting the sky brighter as purple began to fade in, and even the moon started to say hello. With one last thought of “fuck it”, you ran into the garage, gathering the few supplies you needed and quickly changed your clothes, packing a small bag along with you. It was kind of a rare occurrence that you had a moment to yourself since moving in with Maverick. Sure, he’d gone into work and you’d stay home, but even then, your sorrow kept you company.

After arriving at your typical beach spot, you hauled your large beach chair and bag out of the car. The sand nearly buried your feet as you walked along the beach, setting up. Normally, setting up a bonfire was a two-person job for you; hell, it was a two-person activity to enjoy it too, but tonight, you had to make do with what you had. And that was okay. Even though the summer season had barely begun, the nights still got cold, especially next to the water. You searched for the hoodie you know you brought with, just to add onto the cozy warmth of the fire. And your heart sinks when you realize you brought the wrong one. Bradley’s deep blue Navy hoodie almost felt foreign in your fingers after so long; it must’ve gotten mixed up in your drawers when you emptied them out that day. You ran your fingers over the back of it, where it read “BRADSHAW”, and you know you shouldn’t have done it, but you did it anyway—you held the garment up to your nose, inhaling deeply to test your theory.

Yup, it still smelled like him. A mix of sunscreen and the salty ocean along with his cologne had clearly made their home into the fibers of the hoodie. Everything is telling you to put it back, and just enjoy the chill in the air, but you can’t help it—you slip it over your head, practically drowning in how large it is; it hangs over your shorts like a dress. When you’re finally ready to lay back, the sky had already grown dark, stars sprinkling the sky, and the moon in full. The flames crackle and illuminate the beach, and combined with the crashing of the ocean’s waves, soothe you like a natural lullaby. 

Maybe it was the peace you found thanks to Maverick’s speeches about learning to accept things we can’t control, or maybe it was the serenity you found in the moment of being surrounded by a beautiful night sky and the ocean—whatever it was, you finally started to feel okay. Like things would fall back into place again. You could already see it: holidays with Maverick and Penny—plus Amelia, of course—, finding a career to settle down with, or maybe go back to school and figure something else out. The future seemed exciting and hopeful. And hope had not been part of your life for a while.

“Thought I’d find you here,” A voice called out from behind you, making you jump a little. The piercingly loud squeak of the small, older, and probably dirty beach chair as it opened a few feet away from you disrupted the tranquility. When Bradley sat down in it, he looked a little ridiculous, being a tall and muscular man sitting in a small chair of such terrible quality. “Don’t you know bonfires are a two-person affair?”

Sinking back into your seat, you continue listening to the sounds of the ocean. Part of you wanted nothing more than to just climb over and hug him and cry and apologize, but you held back. A few weeks ago, you would’ve done so. You probably would’ve made a fool out of yourself in the process, but right now? There were no tears left, there was no more pain that you could possibly feel. “How’d you know where to find me?”

He shrugged from the corner of your eye, “Mav said something about I’d know where you’d be.”

“Oh. So you’re on talking terms again?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh.”

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to apologize for; if he hadn’t been the stubborn ass he knew he was, you two could’ve been enjoying a bonfire so long ago. But as he sat there next to you, watching your beautiful face light up underneath the dancing flames, he couldn’t find the right words. Under normal circumstances, this would’ve been a memorable moment. The only thing that would’ve made it perfect was if he was closer to you, wrapping his arm around you like he’d always done. Sometimes he would ‘accidentally’ leave one of the chairs at home and bring the bigger one you sat on now because it could fit both of you, just so he had an excuse to be touching you. He knew you saw right through that scheme, but you went right along with it anyway. Thinking about it made a grin creep onto his face. So lost in thought and memory, he hadn’t really paid attention to what you said after. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if my dad told you I was apartment-hunting. Y’know, since he seems to be telling you things now.” You turned to Bradley for the first time that night since he’d arrived, and you could clearly see the aching pain he’d been going through—you saw it every time you looked in the mirror. His hair was a little disheveled, and looked a little thinner since the last time you saw him, and his eyes were dark and heavy—you hadn’t seen his eyes so full of sorrow since Carole’s funeral.

He shook his head, “Find one you like?”

“I did,” you admitted, and you could see him clench his jaw, a thing he only did when he was either angry or trying to seem tough. You couldn’t really tell which one he was trying to pass off. “Pretty kitchen, nice view of the beach. Nice living room too. Owner said I could move in tomorrow if I wanted.”

Bradley’s head hung low, “Do you-uh-need any help moving?”

You rolled your eyes, “The owner said I could move in tomorrow if I wanted.”

“I-I know, I heard you the first time.” His brows knitted together in confusion. “I’m asking if you want help movi—”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Groaning dramatically in frustration, you quickly sat up and swung your legs to the side of the chair so that you faced Bradley. “I don’t want to move, I don’t want to go anywhere!”

“But I-I thought… why are you looking at apartments then?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bradley.” you stood up quickly, almost making yourself dizzy. All of a sudden you felt hot, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the fire or the anger that began to boil inside you. You pulled at the hoodie, trying to lift it off your body, but the more you pulled, the more it seemed to trap you, and the angrier you became. Muttering curses under your breath, the stupid thing finally came over your head and you threw it at Bradley, who was now standing only a couple feet away, afraid to approach you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, walking slowly in your direction. “Baby, please, I-”

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me,” you scoffed. “It’s not fair.” 

“Please,” he began, extending his arm out to touch your shoulder. He was surprised you didn’t shake him off, but he took it as an opportunity. “I know why you did it. Mav told me the truth.”

“So the big, bad secret’s out, huh?” You said as your eyes met his, your shoulder tingling where his hand touched the bare skin of your shoulder. 

Bradley nodded. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

“Protecting my mom,” he said. “I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you to keep it from me, so thank you.” 

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Carole. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being mad at her. Rather you be mad at me instead.”

You didn’t know it, but Bradley didn’t think his heart could break even more until you said that. He loved his parents more than anything or anyone—until he discovered his feelings for you all those years ago. And for you to play the martyr, just so he kept thinking highly of his mom, killed him inside. Placing his hands on either side of your face, he leaned down so that your foreheads touched. “Please, come back home,” he said in a low voice. “I need you. I don’t know how I'm supposed to keep going when the love of my life isn't waking up next to me.”

“You still love me?” you practically whispered.

“I never stopped.” 

Your lips were dangerously close to Bradley’s, and his eyes couldn't help but linger on the sight of them. He didn't understand that the way they were still rosy underneath the night sky and a little chapped somehow made him fall deeper in love. You could tell he was still afraid to make a move, desperate to avoid ruining the moment. Taking initiative, you press your lips softly against his, and he responds eagerly like a man starved. The only reason he pulls away is because he feels you shiver. The fire you’d built was only really big enough for one person, and the flames no longer danced brightly as they had when you first built it; instead, they mellowed out, and provided only slight warmth. 

“Sorry I threw your hoodie at you,” you apologized. “Can I wear it again?” 

Bradley laughs as he tosses it back to you, watching you shimmy your way back into it again. “Baby, it was never mine. Not after it found its way into your side of the dresser.”

As you wrapped your arms around Bradley’s waist, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before engulfing you in a hug. He squeezed you tightly, afraid that if he let go, he’d lose you again. Bradley could’ve stayed like that forever, holding you beneath the stars, listening to the waves; but he also knew you, so he wasn’t offended when you climbed back onto the giant beach chair because your legs were getting tired from standing there in the cool ocean breeze. 

“Got any extra room on there?” He asked.

You pat your hand on the empty space next to you, “Always.”

With a stupidly wide grin on his face, Bradley wasted no time in sliding next to you, and holding you against him. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathed soothed you better than the crashing waves or crackling fire. Glancing up at Bradley, you had a hard time believing that after all the suffering, here you you both were again, like nothing had ever happened. You placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, earning a sly smile from him; and you stayed together like that until the fire died. 

Then Bradley lit another one, refusing to let the moment die.

And all was right in the world again because deep down, both of you knew that the love you shared would last forever.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley rooster x reader #rooster fluff #fanfic #rooster bradshaw fic #top gun maverick #top gun fic #rooster angst #imagine #fluff #i didn't proofread lol #sorry for hurting you hope this makes up for it #they made up #screaming crying i want this lmao #miles teller #i hope this is good lmao #bradley bradshaw x reader

[crehador]

ARB HIGH SCHOOL AU PT 2 PREDICTIONS

they're beefing because samatoki had the last sip of ichiro's soda one day <- manifesting

it's never revealed why they're beefing because in real life rosho has no clue <- imo not likely but would be hilarious

couldn't agree on which college to go to together <- definitely not this but i can dream

#crab plays #hypmic #arb #rosho pls sir #whatever you do. make it funny #i feel like the dream could cut out RIGHT before we find out why they're fighting #though it would also be funny (and on brand) if we found out #they made up #and then immediately started fighting about something else again lmao

[sunnydayzes]

Like Old Times

#current household #scenario: stuck in their shadow #curious legacy #nova curious #lewis sancho #he got fired from his job #and came over with pizza #they made up #and decided to be friends

[mt10lt20]

Having Cipixy feels.. Pre Stage of Apocalypse + using some of Pixy's lines. When the inner demons win.

<<Galm 1, give me some orders. Where am I supposed to fly? >>

<<Cipher, respond. >>

<<Please.. >>

#Ace combat #Ace combat zero #Cipher #Solo wing Pixy #In a fantasy mood these days #Moment of angst when the cracks became a chasm #They made up #Eventually #Angst to happy ending #shippy stuff

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #I always loved how chapter 27 ends with them both so bloody and 28 starts with them in the bath. #not just because of how iconic the bathtub moment is but because you know they had to scrap off so much gore first. #I think everyone in the party took a very long and methodical bath but Falin was basically *all* blood*. #Being covered in blood is one of those 'just girly things' that women deserve to stop being shamed about. #I just don't think Chilchuck is progressive enough. He probably made them take a bath first B*/ #Okay jestering aside I want to just highlight - #The magnitude of Marcille's joy at seeing her dearest friend again! Of holding her and sharing her presence in the same room! #Something about this reunion feels like a beautiful dream you are afraid of waking up from...

[seveneyesoup]

#TO CLARIFY ON THE SECOND POINT: VAMPIRES *HAVE* A REPRODUCTION METHOD THAT IS NOT SEX-BASED #THAT IS THE MAJOR POINT OF THAT ONE. THAT VAMP REPRODUCTION IS BASED ON CONVERTING INTO UNDEAD AND NOT PREGNANCY #what i think i keep coming back to is that a vampire is like. a form of pathogen or perhaps parasite #is the individual vampire meaningfully distinct from that? maybe #sort of a made up question #but that’s not a mammal #so neither is a vampire #but also like. a human is a mammal #this question sponsored by my friend who said she was done keeping mammals bc ‘they have so much fluid in them’ #and my thought that a vampire Wouldn’t #not a lot of fluids. happening there

[rivetgoth]

It's honestly crazy that discussion around testosterone HRT skews so much towards the beginning stages of it (to the point that you have dozens of guys thinking their transition is "failed" if they don't pass by like a year in lol) and what the initial changes of the first couple of months to years look like, like the classic laundry list of those early basic changes like bottom growth, voice drop, etc, when IMO literally none of that compares remotely to the depth and intensity of the long term total masculinization you start to experience like 3-5+ years in.

#also has made it increasingly difficult to relate to those early into their transition honestly #like not in a bitter way it’s just like hard to express how diff the experience is #of being like a year on T vs 5 😭 #ETA I muted this post ages ago now but fwiw seeing transphobes pop up in the notes on occasion just to say cruel reactionary shit #you are clowns I cannot imagine seeing a post that is ONLY about discussing with folks about the reality of a medication #and choosing to make that your moment to get a schoolyard bully jab in about how you find it gross or something. #you are less well adjusted than must children. may the universe be kinder to you than you are to others.

[borgevino]

there are so many things on gods green earth that are not platonic but are also not romantic. the erotic, the familial, the unconditional, weird codependency, weird codependency (hatred edition), etc. let us all broaden our horizons

#i saw a post that made me mad lol 😔 #skill issue #(@ the post's op and also @ me for getting riled up by a tumblr post) #edification

[blithe-bee]

thinking about her (three sword style Nami that Oda drew for One Piece magazine vol. 13)

I have not been able to stop thinking about her ever since I saw this design. I took some liberties with the outfit, giving her more of a sports bra and biker shorts and a sleeve (I am not sure if it is a sleeve or haki, I am running with it)

#one piece #nami #cat burglar nami #my art #looking up the original picture to post together with the sketch made me stumble over figurines for this illustration #oh so very tempting

[officialspec]

heres most of the notes i have for brisbane meshi. i could draw this forever probably

#brisbane meshi #dungeon meshi #dunmesh #laios touden #falin touden #marcille donato #namari #kabru #senshi #senshi of izganda #chilchuck tims #my art #i put wayyy too much thought into this for something i made up to play w them in my head like dolls . anyways

[yourangle-yuordevil]

That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus

VS.

Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times

#Crowley just really misses the unicorns ok??? #Also Crowley didn't start from a horse to make a new unicorn #he looked at a horse and was like.... nah #then looked at a goat and was like YEAAAAH LET'S GOO LET'S MAKE YOU BIG AF AND YOU CAN ALSO SPIT FIRE WHAT A GREAT IDEA!! #While Aziraphale is fretting over the fact that he accidentally gave WINGS to a HORSE and every time that the angels asks about it he's lik #whaaat?? PegaSUS naaaah never heard about it. Must be a made up thing. humans...right?? silly little things ahahah *sweat nervously* #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #pegasus #unicorn #Do I wanna draw the precious good omens beans? yes. #is this an excuse to draw more horses? also yes. #medieval crowley #ancient greek aziraphale #CAVALLIIIIIII 🐎🐴🐎🐴🐎🐴🐎🐴 #good omens comic #historical husbands

[chelfaust]

✦Flower Sword✦

print

#pixelart #pixel art #sword #flowers #fantasy art #storybook #floral #chelgallery #i'm drawing more of these at some point :) #this is no sword in particular #just one i made up #chelfaust

[gerardpilled]

soooo much of the modern conception of gender is based around products and consumerism that people can’t even identify actual misogyny anymore. People reply to posts “It’s sexist to hate on something so many women enjoy” and that something would be a Stanley cup

#I feel like this stuff is gateway terfism because they just keep pushing the goalpost of what qualifies you as a woman 😭 #And it’s all imaginary and made up and based on how you look and what products make you look like that !!!

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

#batman #batfam #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #dc comics #icb i posted this w/o tags the first time #what is wrong w me #superman: where do you find these kids #bruce: they just show up tbh #especially tim. he LITERALLY just showed up #anyone: so which one is really robin? #bruce: they are all really robin. #bruce: dick wanted to kill a man. #jason tried hijacking my tires in CRIME ALLEY. #tim just appeared and made himself robin that was NOT me #stephanie also wanted to kill a man. #damian did kill a man. or two. #YOU try to parent these kids then come back to me clark