thinking about bruce wayne

mags. she/her. 30.

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mags. she/her. 30.

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[mereologic]

you've got to admit you were wrong every once in a while. it gives other people false hope that they can convince you of things

[eltonjohndenver]

some of you don’t seem to realize that In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" but the fighter still remains

[tennesseewillams]

[dictearchive]

[lushberrys]

risk

chapter one: princess protection program

word count: 1.1k

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

summary: your father, new jersey senator turned presidential candidate, has been threatened by an unknown source. and while you are still in the public eye, despite no longer living with your parents, your father insists on appointing you a bodyguard until the source of the threats is found

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"I just don't see the need for a personal bodyguard." You tell your dad as you sit in his office.

You sway the chair you're sitting in from side to side, continuing to scroll on your phone.

"Doesn't that seem a little excessive?" You finally eye your dad from over your screen.

He looks tired, more so than be usually does, when he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. His hair is graying at his temples, his eyes tired when he finally looks over at you.

"No, I don't think it's excessive. At all." He responds flatly. "Not until the find the maniac who's been sending death threats to every candidate running for office right now."

"So you're telling me that the usual protective services you have aren't doing a good job?" You challenge.

Your dad looks like he's about two seconds away from telling you to just leave. The person sending threats and warnings had everyone on edge, including yourself, but nothing ever mentioned you specifically.

"That's not what I'm saying." He answers.

"So what are you saying?" You're being difficult on purpose just to toy with your old man.

"I swear…" He rubs his hands down his face as he collects himself. "You're on your own now in that ridiculous townhouse-" he gives a half hearted wave of his hand.

"It's not ridiculous, it's cute." You smile, earning an eye roll from your dad.

"It's-" he stops and inhales slowly before exhaling. "I want to make sure that you are safe if you aren't living at home with me and Mom, especially with how.. everything is going right now."

"This guy really has you on edge, doesn't he?"

"Yes." He sighs.

"The people sure aren't happy with some of your takes, Dad. Maybe if your takes weren't so bad the people wouldn't be threatening you." You shrug.

"It's not just me and you know it, young lady. Besides… That's not what we're talking about right now. Right now we are talking about you and your safety."

This time it's your turn to roll your eyes as you slouch further down on your seat.

"People wouldn't even know who I was if you and Mom didn't parade me around as a child, you know." You remind him with a bored expression on your face.

Your dad squeezes his eyes shut before responding to you, "Yes. I know."

"So now I'm being punished for your actions."

"It's not a punishment." He grits out sternly.

"A random person following my every move? When I didn't even do anything wrong? Sounds like punishment to me." You shrug.

"It's-" You're trying his every last nerve and you know it. "Can you please just make this easy for once?"

"What's in it for me?" You suddenly ask.

"You don't die." A deep voice cuts in.

You don't even hear the door to your dad's office open, let alone footsteps approaching. You sit up straight in your seat and stare at the tall stranger with wide, curious eyes.

He's tall - well over six feet - unbelievably handsome, and broad. Everything about him is big. His shoulders, back, forearms, legs. It's like everything is on display with the black dress slacks he's wearing, accompanied by the burgundy button up shirt. A gold watch around his wrist glints in the light of your dad's office. You take note of the dark curls that are pushed back, a white patch at his widow's peak. But it's their piercing blue eyes that make your breath catch in your throat.

He gives you a single nod of acknowledgement before he takes place next to your dad's chair, hands behind his back, feet firmly planted.

"Jason, you're here early." Your dad greets. He almost looks relieved to see him, knowing that now he doesn't have to go back and forth with you.

"I apologize, sir. I came straight from the airport." Jason, apparently is his name, responds.

"No, no. There's no need to apologize."

"So, okay, wait-" you let out a scoff of a laugh as you sit up straight in your chair. You look from your dad to Jason - your gaze lingering for a split second - before looking back at your dad.

"You already had all of this set up? You really weren't going to ask my opinion at all, were you?" You ask your dad. You swear you can see Jason smirk out of the corner of your eyes and your suspicion is confirmed when you shoot him a glare and that smirk only widens.

"Nope." Your dad responds.

You sputter, mouth gaping as his decisive tone.

"H-how did you even find this guy? Do you know anything about him? Or are you just going to let some random man keep watch over me? We don't know anything-"

"Enough." Your dad cuts you off. "He's been vetted, he has credentials, we've done a background check, all of it. He helped stop the attack last year at the Pentagon."

Now Jason looks downright smug when you glance over at him and you roll your eyes, arms crossing over your chest.

"Okay, well…" You have an air of disdain that surrounds you, "What if I don't like him?" You ask as if it'll make a difference at all.

Now it's your dad's turn to smile knowingly at you.

"Too bad, so sad."

You let out a noise of annoyance before standing.

"Where's he even staying? Definitely not at my house." You look at your dad with raised brows.

"I've rented him a house at the end of your block. Close enough to be there at the snap of your fingers but still far enough away for privacy." Your dad smiles smugly at you.

You don't have an argument for that and it only makes your irritation grow, clawing at your chest.

"This is bullshit." Is all you tell your dad matter of factly before leaving his office without another word.

The room is quiet with you gone and your dad deflates. He lets out a breath and looks at Jason from his chair.

"Good luck, son. You're going to need it."

Jason nods once, his face impassive again, "I've handled worse, sir." He assures your dad who only shakes his head.

"Let me know if you have the same sentiment by the end of the week."

And with that Jason follows you from the office, footsteps firm and certain against the hardwood floor.

"Keep up, Jason. If that's even your real name." You cast him a scrutinizing glare over your shoulder before turning back around.

"Yes, ma'am." He responds coolly.

You make another scoff, "Don't call me that."

He hides his smirk before responding.

"Whatever you say, Princess."

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[weepingwidar]

Shawn Huckins (American, 1984) - Hand of a Boy in Off White Satin Fabric (2024)

[dustinyschild]

Daily reminder

[rimonoroni]

“i’m not the same as who i was before [x] thing happened to me” does it help to know that you would not have stayed that person regardless

[rimonoroni]

added a graphic to elaborate on the specifics of what i’m trying to say.

basically, everybody changes all the time for all sorts of reasons. don’t let the myth of static selfhood trick you into thinking you’re unworthy. the only way to go is forward, which would be the case no matter what, and that’s okay.

[captain-price-returns]

Cops busting through a barricade that they set up is pretty tough to misinterpret.

[tonguetyd]

This is from a couple nights ago, the state police have since been dispelled by the mayor of Newark and protests outside Delaney have quieted significantly.

Having said that! Yeah! Shit was fucked! Reminder these barricades were only up because the governor wanted to have a “designated first amendment zone” (as if the rest of the country isn’t one???) and then in they came through.

Very proud of everyone still going out there and supporting the people inside WHO ARE STILL ON HUNGER STRIKE BTW, HAVE STILL NOT RECEIVED MEDICAL CARE OR BEEN ALLOWED VISITORS BTW, HAVE STILL NOT HAD DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH INSPECTIONS BTW.

Don’t let the horrific response of the state police and state government distract you from the reason for all of this. The people inside that detention center deserve care and freedom.

[xalatath]

You misused thou/thee in a joke post and provoked my ire.

[nostalgia-is-a-bitch-ah]

Some of you never realized most disabled people have to pay to be able to walk or move around. Like big money payments. The kind that makes people become poor or homeless.

[captaincrusher]

Me filtering out kinks I don’t like on AO3. 

[pinnipetal]

(absolutely haunted expression, 1000 yard stare) Do yuo want to play with me this weekend

[thecryptkeeper]

i know the way people talk about their pets now is probably how we’ve been doing it for all of history. a cat owner in ancient rome saw their cat lounging on the dining pillows and commented “he thinks himself to be the senator claudius 🤣”

[somewherefornow]

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN + REMEMBERING THOMAS WAYNE & HIS YOUNGER SELF in THE UNTOLD LEGEND OF BATMAN (1980)

[cherrychapati]

LOVE WILL FIND YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN EVEN WHEN YOU THINK IT WON'T