a child of gotham.

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battysketches:

jasontodding asked: YJ! robin jason and #17 please and thank

a lot of jason requests, so i picked and choosed which of their numbers and used justplainsomething’s palette #13 instead \o/

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musingsforrp:

                                            ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

                       ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ

                                     мε ?

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👞

Send 👞 to throw a shoe at my muse

“What the fu–”

Seriously. What. Why. How. 

[btanselanoican]

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b-tandoodlez:

“The Arkham Knight”

“You need the danger just to feel your heart beat You need to die just to find your identity You need the knife just to know that you can bleed You need the pain now just to feel anything

You need another death just to have a life to save You need a master just so you can beg You need a light just because you’re so afraid Now bow down and learn to be a good slave”

~Feed the Machine by Red

After a long, long loooooooooooooooong time I FINALLY got to finish an artwork. Wow.

I’m sorry I haven’t been on tumblr for a while. So much schoolwork and I was busy playing games. XD (Specifically FF VI)

This is an FA plate where we were given the choice to make something Art Noveau or Art Deco. So, I tried to challenge myself by doing both!

AND I HAVEN’T DRAWN ANYTHING BATFAMILY IN A WHILE. So I thought this would be good timing. Teehee. <3

This is my first time attempting this style. OTL Hope it’s alright!

Don’t forget to visit my Facebook, okay?

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notesxnights:

                “Well thank you either way. Most people, including myself,                  does not have the guts to do what’s right or at least needs                 to be done. And you should stop by. She’ll even pack dessert-”

She literally jumps at the sound of the sharp call, fingers gripping the railing even tighter than before out of instinct, not hearing his exact words before it literally fell apart. There was a gasp that quickly cut into a shriek as it gave way and she nearly hit the pavement along with the railing  that landed beside him.

And while she didn’t hit the ground that didn’t mean she hadn’t grabbed  onto the metal platform she had once been standing on. Now it was just a matter of pulling herself up or dropping a good three or four floors down the apartment building.  

“I hate my apartment! I hate my apartment!” Was the upset panicked babbling from the brunette to keep from utterly losing it as she recalled why she really hated heights. Falling. That was why. 

Dessert, too? Okay, yeah, that sounds really nice— That train of thought gets cut off as the fire escape begins to fall apart underneath her and she starts to fall.

    “Shit—!”

Jason is already in motion as the railing hits the ground.  Long years of practice make it fairly easy to clamber his way up the fire escape to the floor beneath her, though that only makes a difference because she manages to grab a hold of the ledge before she falls.

   “Hey, hey, breathe, lemme help you down,” he says, careful to keep his voice steady and calm as he reaches out to her.

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Send 👞 to throw a shoe at my muse

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I Need Entertainment

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kol-calamity:

kol-calamity:

ANONYMOUS TIME!!!! (or ask in character!)

HYE have you ever?

FMK fuck marry kill

KHC kiss hug cuddle

NML a night, a month or for life?

AMA ask me anything

HON hot or not?

WWY well would you?

WYR would you rather? 

TOD truth or dare?

SMW ship me with?

TOT this or that?

WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others â&#128;&#147; specify) 

or anything else hilariously entertaining you can think of!  

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important reminders about jason todd:

after dropping out of education (which, given his background of poverty, was probably shitty anyway), jason todd still managed to catch up in school. better than that – he managed to achieve a 94.8 grade point average.

he also managed to learn advanced computer science as a preteen.

he was able to hack into theisraeli government’s classified files on their secret agents.

after coming back to life, jason was able to single-handedly set up a gun sale involving the penguin and leak the information about it in order to draw batman out, manipulating it so that the buyers would be late to buy himself more time and subsequently sneak up on the heavily-guarded batmobile  to plant a bomb beneath it. without getting caught. he basically came this fucking close to killing the goddamn batman, and the only thing that stopped him was his need for closure.

jason speaks english, german and russian at least.

not only can jason read lips – he can read lips when people are speaking in german.

jason conducted a one-man vendetta against the operation of the black mask, the most powerful mob boss in gotham. he was able to make the black mask so desperate that he was able to manipulate him into killing off his own lieutenants. he managed to pull off his entire plot perfectly, and the only thing that tripped him up was bruce’s determination not to kill either him or the joker.

my son is smart as fuck.

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b01nightwing:

…just a psa; sometimes it may seem like i’m only actively threading with one person but that’s because usually we talk A LOT ooc :lc and discussing about the thread at the same time as rping. 

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b01nightwing:

It seemed that not touching was a good call- not with how terribly Jason had reacted. 

“It’s alright. You don’t have to apologise. Happens to a lot of us, too,” Dick reassured, his voice soft. And it was true - especially in this line of work. Maybe not always to one so young as Jason, but Dick’s seen more than a fair share of those. Had them on occasion. Seen Bruce, seen even other great heroes succumb to the strain in their minds.

“Wanna sit down? I’ll get you some tea. Just.. breathe. Take it easy.” Even as he said this, he went to look for a chair- grabbing the closest one and dusting it off roughly with his hand before placing it by Jason. Should go look for those spare towels, too.

That...made it less shameful, if only a little. Showing a sign of weakness was bad, a fact engraved into his bones by long experience. It left you open, soft, and that was always dangerous. 

“Thanks,” the Red Hood muttered, collapsing into the proffered chair and running a hand through his hair. If he was shaking slightly, he steadfastly ignored it, instead choosing to focus on his breathing. In. Count to three. Out. Count to three.  Ignore the memory of laughter, don’t think about it. 

He needed something to center himself on, something he could cling to when everything else went to shit. For what felt like forever, that had been the Light and their orders. But now, well. Clearly that wasn’t an option. 

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b01nightwing:

“Jason–”

Oh. Oh no. He should have warned him– No, focus on the present. Dick carefully lowered himself slightly, making himself smaller, less threatening, palms outstretched and facing up in front of him. He’s not sure if he should touch Jason, so that’s where they remained for now.

“Jason, it’s Dick. You’re– He’s not here, I won’t let him hurt you.” His voice was calm, slow, soothing. Had to keep talking to root Jason here. “You’re safe in here. It’s just you and me, okay? I swear, it’s over. You’re here in Bludhaven with me. It’s August 28th, 2017. Jason, you’re safe with me.”

The Red Hood could see Dick in front of him, reaching out with open hands, but the gesture just didn’t match up with the adrenaline and panic gripping him in. His body was here, but his mind was half a world away in that goddamn warehouse, and the Red Hood couldn’t help the way he flinched away from Dick. His lizard brain all but screamed at him that touch - any touch - meant pain.

Head bowed, eyes squeezed shut, breath coming in harsh pants, Dick’s voice slowly started to filter through. The date and the name of the city didn’t mean all that much to the Red Hood, but just hearing Dick’s voice promising safety helped him breathe a little easier. Why the fuck did he trust this guy so much?

Okay, sure, intellectually the Red Hood sort of understood it; the Light obviously hadn’t suppressed his instincts the same way they had his memories. But it was one thing to know something and another thing entirely to accept it, and the Red Hood was having a little bit of a problem with latter. Ugh. Fuck everything about this situation, honestly. 

That train of thought served to distract the Red Hood, if only slightly, pushing aside enough of his panic that he could start to breath properly. Embarrassment followed quickly. How weak of him, to fall apart like that because of a memory. “Sorry,” he muttered, swiping at his sweaty forehead with his gloved hand. He didn’t look back at Dick. 

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perfuckedtion:

Today I’m wearing a lovely shade of I slept like shit so don’t piss me off

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great-tunes:

novocaine | fall out boy

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battysketches:

red hood c:

i missed his bday by like ten days im sorry jaybird ahhaha

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b01nightwing:

“Butler. Might as well be a grandfather, though. He’s as much part of the family, even if technically it’s his job to care for us.”

When he saw Jason scrolling to the section about his passing, Dick had his head slightly turned away. He’d barely finished reading those words once. And then blamed himself extensively for not being there, for solving another mission, another case instead of being there for his brother. Someone else could have done it.

But above all, even with his brother… somehow, miraculously alive next to him, he’s still mourning- because it should have never happened in the first place. Jason shouldn’t have had to go through all of that.

“Huh.” A butler? Fucking seriously? Just how rich was this Bruce Wayne guy, anyway?

Lured into a trap by his biological mother and the Joker...nearly beaten to death with a crowbar...explosion...a dull roar filled his ears, and then crazed laughter, “Which hurts more, forehand or backhand?” 

Tied up in a warehouse, alone, a lung punctured by one of his ribs, that mad clown over him, cackling as he brought the crowbar down, again and again and again, the inescapable terror of seeing the timer on the bomb, then the numb acceptance--

The Red Hood stumbled away from the screen, holding a hand over his mouth. He was distantly aware that he was shaking, hyperventilating, but all he could focus on was that fucking laughter ringing in his ears.

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childofgotham:

because GOTHAM is carved into your bones &

                    she is your city as much as batman’s, no matter what anyone else may say.

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y’all are fuckin’ crazy.