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[avesgrayson]

Teenage Damian: Father, I have something very important to tell you. Richard has assured me it will not change your view of me, and I am holding you to that.

Bruce, thinking another kid is coming out: of course Damian. You are my kid, that will not change

Damian: *nods and takes a deep breath*

Damian: As you are aware, there has been a concerning increase of bats and they have risked disturbing the signals and various memorabilia due to them

Damian: There are more that are flying or stationing themselves around lower to the ground, and I have overheard you and Gordon wondering if they are diseased or rabid.

Bruce, officially lost: hn

Damian: The reason there's been an uptick of bats inside the main part of the cave is due to me feeding and befriending them

Bruce:

Damian: They prefer kiwi and strawberries

[avesgrayson]

Happy 1 year anniversary to one of my first shit posts that also somehow blew up

[avesgrayson]

Honestly out of the entire batfam I see Barbara and Dick being the most likely to be stoners. I think Babs would start for chronic pain and then convince Dick to join her.

Jason might but he'd be more hesitant because of his mom (and if he did it probably wouldn't be a lot, an occasional smoke with friends and that's kt). Tim could but he seems like the sleepy high to me, which would be counter productive to his work. Steph is also a high contender, but I also feel like her and Duke would be more social stoners than anything (Plus, they may focus more on school! And weed can make memory retention and learning significantly harder)

Barbara and Dick are some of the few thatve been at this job the longest and both DEFINITELY have chronic pain due to injuries in the past. Not to mention that sometimes it's nice to destress and relax, y'know? Not saying they'd necessarily smoke together- they have their own friend groups that they'd probably prefer to get high around or their own places.

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Dick: Has anyone noticed an increase in birds around the house?

Jason: I mean, I guess??? I wasn't really paying attention

Dick: I don't know, I just feel like every time I visit there's always a handful of crows or whatever

Damian: They're ravens you idiot.

Dick: Sure, sure, ravens. Still, isn't it odd?

Damian: Their behavior makes sense since they have learned they can get food here

Jason: oh my god

Dick: Damian... Damian, please tell me you haven't been feeding the ravens outside

Damian: Okay, I won't

Jason: *wheezing*

Dick: goddammit

[avesgrayson]

AU where Jason is just possessing his own corpse. Michael Afton that man

[avesgrayson]

Actually fuck it I'm expanding on this. Warning for uhhh body horror tall I guess? I'm making this a whole AU

There's only so much damage they can save. When he was taken in by Talia the fact that he was still very much a corpse and was actively rotting was VERY apparent. I'm talking "fluids oozing out of eye sockets and ears" type rotting. Due to the length of time between Talia getting him and their actual arrival at the league he was worse for the wear.

In a last ditch effort to see if something could be salvaged, Ra's agreed to let Talia drop him in the Lazarus Pit. He was curious too, especially considering this was a genuine walking corpse and not just one of his regular dead men.

It worked surprisingly well. He left the pit almost good as new, rot completely washed away. One could almost believe he was actually alive if you ignored the lack of heartbeat and breathing.

Throughout his time at the league they had a very trial-and-error experiment to see how they could get his body to stop rotting. It never worked. At one point Ra's got fed up and gave him a week to prepare before being sent back to Gotham. Rotting body or not- he had to leave.

In a last ditch effort to seem as alive as possible (because the stench of a rotting body is awful), he looked into various ways of body preservation. Embalming could work, but it would require a decent amount of upkeep. Taxidermy could work, but just by itself it would make it obvious his skin was drying and dead.

In the end, Jason took one last dip in the pit, headed to Gotham, and attempted a combination of the two.

One of the few perks of his body still being dead: he couldn't actually feel any pain. He was already dead so he didn't have to worry about injuries killing him.

One of the first steps of embalming is to drain all the gasses and fluids from the body. What better way to freak out the Big Bad Bat than by using an inhuman amount of blood to write on the walls? (It ended up taking almost two full gallon jugs to remove everything. Enough to write some ominous message with plenty to spare)

One of the most complicated parts was getting the fluid-cycle system set up. Having to pump the embalming fluid into his veins while also draining any remaining blood and allowing his body to be thoroughly flushed with the fluid, PLUS the estimated three gallons that it would take for this entire process was a lot.

It took him three hours to gather supplies and another hour to set the system up. He was doing this to himself after all, not to someone else.

In his first embalming, he didn't use any dye. He ended up trying to see if he could feel vaguely where the fluid was throughout his body (a lot harder than he initially though since, y'know, dead nerves. He made a note to use a pink dye in the future like some others suggested).

It took another five hours for him to fully embalm his organs and sew the incisions shut again. He refused to mess with his eyes yet, and settled for using sunglasses in the future (this will have consequences later). It took another two hours to ensure that no fluid was going to randomly spill or seep out of his body.

While all his nerves were shot to hell and back, he luckily would still move his muscles and body. It took a bit of experimenting before he felt comfortable walking outside for the first time.

The outfit he chose was a long coat, a face mask, sun glasses, and loose jeans. No one looked twice in Gotham, and no one seemed to realize there was a literal walking corpse next to them on the sidewalk. He deemed it good enough and went on his first mission as the Red Hood later that night.

[avesgrayson]

AU where Jason is just possessing his own corpse. Michael Afton that man

[avesgrayson]

Every time Steph leaves the bathroom she intentionally doesn't dry her hands so she can flick water/wipe them on the others.

People have retaliated by:

- Pouring a whole bottle of water on her

- Spray bottle (the colder the better)

- Waiting until she's settled to randomly do the same back to her (usually on her neck or shoulders, as they can come up from behind)

- biting.

[avesgrayson]

I've just started taking various situations thatve happened when living in a house of seven people and started making it the batfam tbh

[avesgrayson]

Start a casual cosplay TikTok and it's just various batfam ppl causing chaos in a tiny ass house /j

[avesgrayson]

I've just started taking various situations thatve happened when living in a house of seven people and started making it the batfam tbh

[avesgrayson]

Hitting Tim with the narcolepsy beam again. He drinks coffee and then immediately takes a 30 minute nap before getting to work. To me <3

[avesgrayson]

Damian would learn how to mimic bird sounds to an uncanny degree to fuck with his brothers send tweet

[batbabydamian]

Dick and Damian Week 2025: Circus!

Batgirl (2009) #5 & #7

[papayafromtv]

so originally Jason was buried in Gotham Cemetery, which i think makes his whole ‘disorientatedly breaking out of his own grave’ thing so much funnier. because like. that’s a public graveyard. there’s probably walkways going through it that people take to get to work or school every day. and i know a lot of people retcon that with the excuse of the loa cleaning up the broken grave so that they can keep Jason away from Bruce, but what if they just. didn’t?

Gotham is a fucked up place, and the people that live there are so used to it by now. they don’t bat an eye at the vigilantes, the fear gas, the clowns-, they have been desensitised to the weird and unexplainable. so i imagine with the fact that Bruce Wayne’s dead son’s gravesite suddenly becoming the CLEAR location of a broken out corpse, with the scratch marks on the inside of a burrowed out coffin, mud and dirt bursting up in the way that could only happen if something was emerging from below, the probably muddy footsteps leading away, not to, away from, the grave…

what i’m saying is the general public of Gotham are probably well fucking aware that there’s a zombie Jason Todd walking around somewhere, and they’ve all just collectively decided to mind their own fucking business.

there’s no new zombie-rogues, no people being eaten, and after a week or so the caretaker of the cemetery sighed and filled in the mess anyway, so nobody really thinks to mention it. of course, the Waynes are too overwhelmed by grief to ever go to Jason’s grave, and people are too scared to bring up such a sensitive subject with them, so it gets to the point where literally everyone in Gotham knows that Jason is probably alive…. but his family.

Jason comes back to Gotham as Red Hood and he doesn’t even try to have a secret identity as a civilian. nobody fucking cares. he just gets an apartment and starts walking around during the day and everyone who recognises him as Jason is just like ‘heyy! glad to see you back man, we were wondering where you’d popped off to!’. literally nobody gives a shit.

(Tim knows. he used to walk through that graveyard to get home from school, he’s known from the beginning. he knows that whatever Jason’s staying away for is his own business, and to be honest he really didn’t want to be the messenger for that particular shitstorm of information. politely, he will not be touching that with a ten foot pole.)

(Damian knew before he even came to Gotham. quite frankly, his opinion on his father dropped astronomically when he found out his English teacher knew of his brother’s residence in Crime Alley and Bruce didn’t. it’s more entertaining for him to just sit back and watch anyway. he too, refuses to say shit.)

Eventually the news reaches the upper side of Gotham, who all immediately assume that if Jason’s walking around again then the Wayne’s must of course be aware of it, so they never think to bring it up then, either. but Jason Todd-Wayne is back, and there’s always been a special fondness for that cute little street kid who nervously started getting brought along to galas and tried his absolute best to fit in and be polite, even if half the time he ended up fucking around with Dick or that Drake kid in the corner to pass the time. so if he’s back, then the elites all immediately assume that he is once again going to be a part of higher Gotham society.

so Jason Todd, secretly the Red Hood Jason Todd, hiding from his family Jason Todd, living in a shitty apartment safe house with two pieces of furniture and a lot of swords Jason Todd, starts getting invites to high-end events from all the city elites. he doesn’t even know how they got his address.

but well, he was free that evening… and he couldn’t deny that it might be a little bit funny…

his identity reveal ends up being much less explosive than originally planned, but it sure is entertaining. at least for him. Damian and Tim looked positively suicidal the whole night.

[papayafromtv]

it wouldn’t leave my head so this is the gala

"Oh, dear god." Damian mumbled over by the hors d'oeuvres, catching sight of his older brother appearing in the doorway of the massive hall, adjusting his cufflinks as he politely greeted Mrs Whitney with a charming smile and kiss on the cheek. He looked slightly out of place to Damian, his massive frame adorned in the most expensive suit that crime lord money could buy. Probably due to the fact that he'd gotten used to only seeing Jason wearing tactical gear or the biggest oversized casual wear he could find-, even in the league, showing up to emergency drills wearing a baggy tank top and sweats and flipping Ra's off when he dared to glare at him for 'unprofessionalism'.

Next to him, Tim glanced over from where he was stuffing his mouth with cubes of cheese and little pieces of salami. "Hmm?" He chewed, swallowing as his eyes flicked over, following in the direction Damian was staring at and catching his gaze on the civilian Red Hood. He went still. "You gotta be fucking kidding me."

"I fear we shall not be able to 'lay low' this evening, as you had hoped." Damian grumbled, sipping from a crystal flute of sparkling water before handing it to Tim to finish.

"Why," Tim whined, gesturing to where Jason was chatting amicably with a group of adults, probably about his 'exciting out of town adventures'. "Why would he do this? Dick's gonna end up having a panic attack in the middle of a charity ball."

"Why does Todd do anything?" Damian replied dryly, giving Tim a side-eye. "To emotionally damage father and aggravate us."

They could only be grateful that for now at least, Bruce and Dick were both on the other end of the gala, chatting up potential investors for WE and talking about whatever mind-numbing topics were interesting to those sorts of people. Hopefully, they'd stay that way, especially as Jason caught sight of Damian and Tim and grinned, excusing himself to make his way over to them.

"Gentlemen," He crooned, taking a skewered olive from Tim's paper plate and popping it in his mouth. "Fine evening we have here, don't we?" He nodded at Tim, "Nice to see you again Mr Drake, after so long."

"We ran into each other on patrol two days ago." Tim said dryly. "And I said hi to you when Damian video called you this morning."

"Why did you not alert me that you would be coming?" Damian demanded, head on a swivel for Dick or Bruce. Jason shrugged, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray nearby.

"Didn't think it was relevant."

"It's very much relevant!" He snapped. "If I had known then I would have snapped my own knee cap so I could get out of being here! How did you even get an invite?"

"Honestly, no fucking clue." Jason said. "We might have to think about recruiting old Mrs Randolph as a bat, because clearly she's more skilled at tracking people down than Oracle."

"What even is your plan?" Tim asked indignantly. "Freak out B and make Dick cry in public? Then what?"

"I mostly came here for the free food and alcohol." Jason revealed, cracking his neck and turning to stand next to them, rather in front. They stood in a line next to the buffet, regarding the room in front of them casually.  "I'm kind of winging this whole thing."

Damian scoffed, clasping his hands behind his back neatly. "Coward." It was true, and they both knew it. Starting a truce with the other bats, having everybody else in Gotham know that he was alive, settling in to a mostly-calm life in Crime Alley, and still refusing to reveal his existence to the rest of the family, only to randomly show up in a public place where he knew for a fact Bruce would have to try and keep up the Brucie Wayne act no matter what revelations Jason threw at him; it was a clear act of cowardice. Taking the easy route out so that he could avoid having to deal with any kind of emotion, anger or otherwise.

Jason casually lifted one of his legs up, kicking Damian in the shin. Damian buckled, grimacing, before both of them quickly straightened to smile and nod at a pair of passing women.

"You aren't even old enough to drink," Tim pointed out when they'd left.

"Yeah, but I'm tall and confident so people don't question me." To prove his point, Jason snagged another champagne flute, lifting it to cheers in Tim's direction. "Want one?"

"You are a horrible influence." Damian intoned. Tim looked over at Jason, conflicted.

"You weren't complaining when I let you try some of my wine at the league," Jason responded. "Well, Replacement?"

At that moment, one of Bruce's associates passed by, and he stopped to grin at the trio. "Ah, Timothy! There you are, we've been looking for you. I'll tell Bruce you're over here." He nodded at Jason, smiling. "And it's good to see you again, kid."

Jason grinned widely. "Happy to be here!"

The second he walked off Tim turned to snatch both glasses from him, downing both smoothly. Jason raised an eyebrow judgementally, while Damian stared at the floor, sighing loudly at his brothers' idiocy.

"Go get me another." Tim demanded.

~

"Don't you dare get drunk," Damian warned, after Jason had faithfully retrieved another glass of champagne and then disappeared into another circle of old rich people that wanted to remark on how much he'd grown since his 'unfortunate leaving'. "If you leave me to deal with this alone, I will cut your wire again, and this time you shall not survive the fall."

"I'm not gonna get drunk," Tim said, unimpressed. "I'm just sipping this one, promise."

He grumbled, but left it alone as Dick emerged from somewhere behind them, warmly clapping a hand on Damian's shoulder. "Hey Dami, how are you guys holding up?"

"Fucking fantastic," Tim mumbled into his flute. Dick grinned wryly.

"Yeah, it's not the best way to spend an evening. These things are only ever fun when we get to sneak away and dare each other to do dumb stuff."

"Like when Jason dared you to do a quadruple somersault off the chandelier at that hospital fundraiser event," Tim recalled, a small half-smile appearing on the edges of his lips. Dick nodded, looking at the ground as a melancholic expression flitted into his usual eager brightness.

"Yeah... Jason was always a menace at these things." He rubbed at Damian's shoulders, thinking back nostalgically, and it was only the slight sympathy Damian refused to admit he felt for the man that stopped him from slapping the arm off him. "He was always so good at acting the part for the other guests, but the second he was left alone at any event he became an instigator of chaos."

"Nothings changed then," Damian murmured under his breath. Dick's head twitched in his direction.

"Hm?" Damian didn't respond, so he nodded at Tim instead. "What's in the glass, s'that lemonade?"

"Sparkling water," Tim lied smoothly. Damian snorted.

"Ah, Brucie my old friend, it's a pleasure to see you!" A few feet away, Bruce made his way through the throngs of people only to get distracted just before making it to his sons, one of his old university friends calling out to him. He switched on his most charming smile, happily shaking the man's hand. "I was just talking to your son about how well Wayne Enterprises has been flourishing lately; all the habitation investments you've been making for the city."

"Oh! Yes, well," Bruce looked over to the three, clearly eyeing up Tim and Dick to figure out which son in question was meant. Dick shrugged his shoulders, and Tim lifted his champagne glass to his lips. Subtly, Damian reached over and gripped the stem of the glass, the two wrestling over whether or not Tim got to drown his impending sorrows with alcohol. "Anything we can do to help, of course."

"Of course!" Marcus said. "It's so sweet of you to put so much focus on helping improving Park Row; I'm sure it means a lot to him, given his connections to the area."

Tim and Damian stilled in their silent battle, exchanging looks as Bruce tilted his head slightly in confusion. Damian was aware that Tim had been using his influence on the company to send more funds over to Jason's territory, both in an attempt to smooth over any initial bad introductions and as an excuse to talk to 'his Robin' more often, but if it ended up being the reason that Jason's resurrection was revealed, Damian swore that he would stab Tim in his sleep.

Not wanting to seem completely clueless, Bruce nodded along, smoothing his features out again. "Of course, you know that what's important to my sons is important to me."

"Ah!" Spotting something over Bruce's shoulder, Marcus raised a hand, beckoning to somebody. "There you are! We're just discussing Park Row!"

Eyes quickly scanning and counting the three sons already within his line of eyesight, Bruce furrowed his brows, turning around to follow his friend's gaze.

"Oh. Yeah. Hey dad." Holding a paper plate filled with tiny crab cakes, cheese and meat skewers, and a mound of little flavoured crackers, Jason Peter Todd stood in all his glory. He popped a cube of cheddar into his mouth, calmly chewing. "The Alley's really been improving, hasn't it?"

Bruce stood, frozen, his face seeming to glitch slightly.

"It really has," Oblivious, Marcus moved over to clap Jason on the back warmly. "You know I had to pass through there for work about a week ago and I saw the new hospital being built. Me and Jason were just talking with the Walters about the potential of a new animal shelter being put up, too."

"...Holy fucking shit," Dick mumbled, ghostly. His hand dropped from Damian's shoulder. Taking advantage of the prey-like freezing reflexes Tim was portraying, Damian decided to tug the champagne out of his hands, and, in a quick moment of pure, unadulterated hatred for the moment he was forced to be a part of, he decided to slug the entire glass back.

He choked slightly on the taste, face scrunching up, and as he smoothed out his expression and allowed the warmth in his chest to settle he refocused to see Tim sending him a death glare.

"J-Jason..." Bruce tried to get out, faintly.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't been around town much," Jason remarked offhandedly. "Just been so busy with redecorating my apartment."

Damian withheld an eye roll, having gotten tired of hearing about Jason's interior design prospects on an almost daily bases for the past month. There was no way that picking out bathroom tiles was that difficult.

"Right! Mrs Whitney was telling me earlier about you redoing your kitchen; marble counters, right?" Marcus laughed along with Jason, and Bruce squeaked.

"You- uh, right. The uh- your new apartment." He swallowed obviously. "And h-how is that going?"

Damian had never seen Bruce stutter before in his life. Granted he hadn't been around that long, but he was fairly sure that neither Tim nor Dick had seen the sight either, going by their horrified body postures.

"It's going great! Timmers over here has been a real help, sending over recommendations for the appliances." Jason nodded in Tim's direction, who somehow managed to go even more still. Damian took a step away from the boy as both Dick and Bruce's heads snapped over to him in a move that even he wasn't too proud to admit was based on nothing but cowardice. Dick's eyes were full of tears which he was rapidly trying to hold at bay, and Bruce looked slightly constipated, as if he wasn't sure what the situation even was, let alone how to handle it.

"Tim?" He asked, voice strangled. Tim's mouth dropped open, flapping wildly.

"Uh- I-" He swallowed, before jabbing a finger at Damian abruptly. "Damian drank a glass of champagne-!"

Scowling indignantly, Damian's eyes widened. "Are you kiddi-" He pointed right back at the traitor, glaring over at Bruce. "Drake drank two!"

"Yeah, well-" Sputtering, Tim's eyes darted around frantically. He whirled around to point at Jason, who was crunching on a cracker in obvious amusement, "Jason's been drinking all night and he's underage still!"

And once again the focus was on Jason. Marcus looked confused, caught off guard and clearly feeling out of his depth. Jason's eyes gleamed, and in one smooth motion he leaned over and took another glass from a nearby waiter.

"Yup." He declared calmly, taking a sip. "And I ain't fuckin' stopping, either. You alright there, dad?"

Bruce just looked lost. "I don't..." He looked over at the others. "Am I the only one that can see him?"

"Bruce...?" Marcus started questioningly. Jason placed a placating hand on his arm.

"He's been drinking," He soothed. Marcus 'ah'ed in understanding, grin pulling at his face.

"Course he has, good ol' Brucie. Well, I'll leave you guys to it. Lovely to see you all!"

They were left in a corner of the gala, silent. Jason sipped from his champagne glass, and Tim looked at the empty one in Damian's hand in mourning. Dick finally started crying.

"Well the food is wonderful." Jason declared dramatically. At this point it wasn't even clear if the theatrics were out of genuine amusement or awkward regret at the family drama he'd now have to navigate. 

"I hate you." Damian said emptily, watching warily out of the corner of his eye as Bruce's chest started to rise faster and faster.

"That's just the alcohol talking."

"Shut up, Todd."

[papayafromtv]

dick and jason being antagonistic siblings. no more soft shit let them punch each other at 7am bcs jason ate the last of dicks cereal. dick loses a tooth and they’re banished to opposite sides of the house until they agree to apologise to each other. they’re not allowed to sit next to each other on the couch/during meetings bcs they always end up trying to shove each other off their seats. one time jason came all the way to the manor, walked in, shot dick in the face with a water pistol, and then went back home to crime alley without saying a word. the first time red hood was asked to join the jla for a briefing on the watchtower nightwing ended up sumo-slamming him into the table and the entire jl were so freaked out by the uncharacteristic crash out that they thought nightwing was compromised by mind control, only for batman to tiredly inform them that it was because red hood had just messaged nightwing in the family groupchat that he ‘looked like a little bitch with that new haircut’.

theyre assholes with a baffling childhood bond let them act like it

[avesgrayson]

Gotham has a Spirit (1917 words) by Foxfire_and_Midnight_Wings

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Nightwing (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Dick Grayson, Gotham City (DCU)

Additional Tags: Rituals, Angst, Hurt Dick Grayson, Ritualistic Sacrifices, Sentient Gotham City (DCU), Dick Grayson-centric, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Series: Part 1 of Sentient Gotham

Summary:

Gotham City has a spirit. Many debate the qualities of the spirit. Some see she's as black as night and other say he's a pale white that glows in the night. One thing everyone could agree on, though, was that Gotham had something other in Its presence.

One group of fanatics was determined to summon Gotham and use Its power to raze the city. Another worshiped the ground and prayed It would protect them from the next rogue attack. Magicians and occult groups weren’t too common but they also weren’t uncommon. Many weren’t even noticeable, a simple blip on the radar.

This group, however, had a slightly more unusual take.

They planned to summon Gotham's spirit by using Nightwing as a sacrifice.

[shmooseee]

i can never tell if i want them to beat each other up or hug it out

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

I think anyone that studies medicine with Damian would lowkey hate his ass.

Not in a mean way, but in a petty why-aren't-you-struggling-like-me type of way. I mean, thanks to Robin and the league Damian is light years ahead of everyone on terms of experience and it would show.

Half the class is puking their guts out the first time they see a patient with an open fracture. Damian has been there, done that, seen that and worse. He's eating m&m's in the back.

They're all practicing making sutures until late. Damian is like "No, I don't need to join you. I could suture with my eyes closed" and then when someone is like "prove it, rich-boy" that mf actually blindfolds his eyes and sutures perfectly using four different techniques.

He also passes everything with flying colors! Because of course, the guy can't just be rich, good looking and famous, he has to be smart too.

And it just gets worse when he starts his actual residency.

Nothing shakes him! Thirty hour shifts? He doesn't even yawn. Extreme stress during a surgery gone awry? Damian is the one telling the other members of the surgical team to stay calm. Violent patient? They don't even get to call security, Damian has the guy pinned already.

And it would be easier to not get jealous of him if he somehow was a souless blood sucking asshole. But Damian is a good person, awkward and standoffish but always willing to help. He's there for whatever people need. He aids nurses, listens to patients, conforts victims. He sits with people for the bad news and when someone dies he gets this sad faraway look that shows he cares.

And it's just so unfair.

[iamthemess]

They're gonna lose their shit when they find out his connections.

Like, why do you have so much knowledge on psychology?

Damian casually: i studied with Dr Harleen Quinzel and Dr Jonathan Crane

You're not only an amazing surgeon but also great at Chemistry

Damian: I learned from the best (poison Ivy and Mr Fries)

Damian falling asleep listening to his professor talk about neuroscience and is one boring statement away from leaving to go find Jervis tetch