I posted 577 times in 2022
That's 270 more posts than 2021!
471 posts created (82%)
106 posts reblogged (18%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@scaryscarecrows
@wretched-mischief
@we-want-mini-mini
@cactusnumber73
@velvetrambles
I tagged 565 of my posts in 2022
Only 2% of my posts had no tags
#asks - 317 posts
#jason todd - 279 posts
#arkhamverse - 178 posts
#the squad - 71 posts
#jonathan crane - 61 posts
#kitty richardson - 61 posts
#ficlet - 42 posts
#antoine drouot - 37 posts
#scary games - 34 posts
#personal - 34 posts
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#and then it became apparent that it was more a matter of 'crane will tell you to go away and she'll just passive-aggressively hint at you'
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
“Jason,” Catherine says tiredly, even though she knows he can’t hear her, “sweetheart, baby boy, that isn’t food.”
Jason, blissfully oblivious, continues stirring the radioactive orange powder into the...Scooby-Doo-shaped...pasta. She wants to scream. It won’t help, won’t even get the lights to flicker, but still.
The dog jumps up on the counter, tail wagging, and snuffles at Jason’s elbow. Catherine sighs and scrubs at her face.
“Don’t let him eat that,” she pleads. “He has vegetables in the fridge. I saw them. He can eat those.”
Lemon, who always gets a bite of the non-nutritious crap, ignores her.
Watching him is just going to enrage her, and she leaves in a huff.
89 notes - Posted April 28, 2022
#4
Jason is very much the type to:
-headbutt someone
-stab them
and
-kick them down a flight of stairs
only to turn right around and go, hand-to-heart, 'I didn't lay a finger on him.'
106 notes - Posted May 21, 2022
#3
Ethan: Don't worry, Rose! Daddy's coming! D:
Me, who ran out of bullets immediately and had to resort to the knife: DADDY'S GONNA CUT SO MANY BITCHES.
125 notes - Posted October 12, 2022
#2
Angels, Lend Me Your Might
It doesn’t matter how many years he does this job, or how many Robins Bats drags into this (any number over ‘zero’ is too damn high): there are few things more creepy and unsettling than a blood-spattered child.
Robin the Second looks a bit like his predecessor, sure. Acts like him too, sometimes–when Robin the First initially showed up, the kid was an absolute hellion. This one’s a little less touchy, but when he does get pissed off…
He’s not pissed off anymore. He’s just standing quietly in the middle of the room, red staining his face and neck and clothes, staring off into space. Three men are trussed up in the corner, surrounded by glass from the broken window, and Batman is nowhere in sight.
And.
And there’s a body, a little girl, clearly dead, clearly strangled, on the bed.
“Gimme a minute, Martinez,” he murmurs. “‘Kay?”
Martinez looks at the men and the girl and the kid and just sighs.
“Christ.”
Indeed.
Harvey steps into the room, into Robin’s space, and risks putting his hands on his shoulders.
“Hey, punkass,” he says gently. “What happened here?”
Robin shudders, still staring off, and murmurs, “They didn’t stop. She. She was. She was crying.”
Harvey’s got his own private little theories about Robin. Most of them aren’t Disney-approved.
“Are you hurt?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Yeesh.
“Lemme check. If Bats gets here and you’re bleeding out, it’s my ass.”
Sometimes, that prompts a smile. Not today. Harvey shifts his toothpick over a little more and pulls out his flashlight.
Most of the blood appears to be from a head wound; just a split, up on his hairline. Some of it isn’t his, but glancing over at the men in the corner turns up broken noses and head wounds of their own. One of them also has three fingers that are so badly broken the bones are sticking out.
Harvey will be deeply unsurprised when it turns out that’s the guy who strangled the girl on the bed.
“You be honest with me,” he says. “No stabs, no shots, no nothing?”
“Mm-mm.”
“You swear?”
“On my future grave.” He gets a smile at last, but it’s a cold, broken thing. “One of ‘em caught me with a pipe, that’s all.”
Harvey’s pretty sure he’s concussed, but that’s more Batman’s problem.
“I catch you lying, I’ll put you in that grave,” he says instead. “Anyone else here?”
“No.”
“Batman coming?”
“I’m s’posed to meet him.” Robin shrugs and pulls away, scrubbing his arm across his face and only spreading the blood further. “M’fine. Why’re you lookin’ at me like that.”
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153 notes - Posted July 1, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
It takes Bruce a few minutes to register what's different in this room, but when he does, he has to laugh.
No one's here to see. It's fine.
Three things are missing from Jason's childhood bedroom. A well-thumbed copy of Frankenstein, the black lighter Bruce let him keep because 'I do light candles, y'know', and the red electric guitar that had been the absolute bane of his existence since Jason got it for his birthday.
He'd been good. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he liked to practice loud, angry songs when he was mad at Bruce and when Bruce was trying to work, be it as Batman or at the office. To make matters worse, this had been an Alfred-sanctioned activity ('the boy needs a day hobby, Master Bruce'), which meant that, frankly, Bruce had been forced to shut up and cope.
The only place those thing would be is Jason's apartment. He's a little curious, and a little hopeful, as to why Jason had come to reclaim his guitar. Maybe Batman will just...poke his head by, later. Just for a minute.
***
"--really, really rusty," Jason's saying. He's talking to the grey dog that has it in for pretty much everyone that has ever knocked on the window. "And, uh, broken, so you don't get to make fun of me if I sound like a guy with a fork stuck in his uvula."
That's very specific and Bruce wishes it weren't.
Jason's blue skeleton plugs in the guitar and spends a few seconds fiddling with it. The dog, who is sprawled on the couch, doesn't seem impressed.
"This one goes out to Batman, who lurks outside my apartment like a creep when he could just knock on the door like a civilized person."
Oh, no.
There's a stark, strong opener before a woman's voice screams, "BACK FROM THE DEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAD!"
Well, Bruce thinks, some things have not changed.
That said, Jason might be rusty, but he's doing all right.
232 notes - Posted April 13, 2022
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