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seinemajestat:
heyheyletsgo:
The Batman is generally a solitary creature, occasionally leaving its cave to collect small orphan birds.
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rae-roth replied to your post: In the midst of changing theme.
((Is flouncy even a word? You made that up.))
((YOU'RE NOT A LEGAL ALIEN.))
thelectricfish replied to your post: In the midst of changing theme.
The script on the side makes it a unique personal touch.
Kaldur you have a new mission. You're being sent to the sun, immediately. There seems to be a burning argument about how fast an Atlantean can burn. You are needed.Â
In the midst of changing theme.
Comment on its current flouncy nature and die.
Haunt me.
It was personal, no matter what the boy tried to deny. The cowl covering the scars on his face, the armour that covered broken memories and harsh realities- to the boy, they were the exact same as the ghost of a figure from another time. Another face by the name he currently shared.Â
Another soul that seemed to be split, grown in a different mix, painted by another painter of the same scenery.
The fact that the boy stood there before him, sparring in training with Black Canary was a spectacle of its own. His movements, so very alike yet so. very. different. from the Dick he knew and raised.
Raised into a boy of self- worth, a boy who still, no matter his own influence, learned to love life despite its harsh realities and cruel twists of fate.Â
But this Robin, hitting hard, grunting, swinging his legs with such precision yet such anger , made him question once more just what had caused this young man to be so incredibly opposite to his own ward.
Was it really the other Batman?
Was this the future of the boy who stood next to him in the shadows, watching in observation.
Looking from one to another, he knew that there was one similarity between both boys, no matter what universe they came from.
Bruce promised that he would be there for both of them, no matter how much they both resented him for it.
Dearest Kaldur,
Dearest Kaldur,
((How can you hate this face.))
Dearest Kaldur,
((How can you hate this face.))
Dearest Kaldur,
((I don’t usually use my room at the Cave. But when I do, it’s to fuck bitches.))
((I KNEW WRITING THAT LINE WAS A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE IDEA))
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((NO FUCK YOU. YOU’LL NEVER LET ME FORGET THIS WILL YOU))
((Never my darling))
((I hate you Q_Q))
((How can you hate this face.))
Dearest Kaldur,
((I don’t usually use my room at the Cave. But when I do, it’s to fuck bitches.))
((I KNEW WRITING THAT LINE WAS A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE IDEA))
((BEST OPENER EVER. YES. ))
((NO FUCK YOU. YOU’LL NEVER LET ME FORGET THIS WILL YOU))
((Never my darling))
Dearest Kaldur,
((I don’t usually use my room at the Cave. But when I do, it’s to fuck bitches.))
((I KNEW WRITING THAT LINE WAS A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE IDEA))
((BEST OPENER EVER. YES. ))
Dearest Kaldur,
((I don't usually use my room at the Cave. But when I do, it's to fuck bitches.))
Shadow Games [[ Batman & Slade ]]
Many people asked him Why Gotham? Why not somewhere more bright, more lively, less grey?  Let a meta handle this dump.
Gotham wasn't just a cheap hooker to give off to the next man in town who claimed he could tame her. She was a femme fatale, a temptress in the night, so dark and twisted it brought you back for more and more until you were a worthless heap of trash wondering where your mind had gone and what had happened to your pants. The Batman could never save her. She was too far hung on ecstasy and cheap wine to bring her back to the living light.
But he swore that he would never let her be sick another night all alone.
He roamed the streets originally as a means to exact revenge, to strip the land of its wrong and its horrible.
He got chewed up and spit out rather quickly. Working within her twisted logic was the only way to play the game.
Batman stood perched on the roof of a bank building, over looking one of the busiest street intersections in all of the city. The city was not exactly quiet, but the recent issues with Vandal Savage and the Light made his city seem almost on a completely different plane of issues.
A drug bust to an inter-galaxy war. A rape to mind control and forgotten memories.
What's a god to a non-believer?
On his guard, the Batman allowed his senses to over take him, reaching out all around to feel anything of the abnorm. Robin was currently home now from his patrol, having school the next morning.
It was a lucky thing too, for the shadow that began to move in Batman's right corner of his vision was just itching for attention.
Taking out his grappling hook, he swung towards the movement.
One last chase, and he'd call it a night.
Eat noodles with me.
Batman had done his fair share of odd things in his life. The list literally could on and on forever in the batcave, and it would be never ending.
But ask he walked into the Cave's kitchen and spotted a hood-less empath sitting there amongst the chaos that was the Titans and the Team having a rambunctious team bonding session behind her in the living room, he couldn't help but notice her simplicity at what she was doing.
Slurping soundly at a cup of instant noodles, she soon sensed his brooding and questioning mood.
White material of his cowl covered his blue eyes as they stared into indigo, confusion hidden from his face but directly open to interpretation by an empath.
The silence stayed. It wasn't... uncomfortable by any means, simply strange.
Finally a levitating object flew into his vision.
"I tend to not bother with their antics, and would much prefer to do something more valuable with my time. It is too loud. Soup?"
Batman, slightly astounded, almost didn't reach for the cup as unnecessary carbs were not on his regular meals.
But this was a chance to study this new arrival, and Batman was a man of curiosity.
Taking the cup, he grabbed a fork, and began to non-chalently eat with the girl.
The silence stayed.
It was quite nice.
The noodles were a bit hot though.
Train me.
"Again."Â
He was testing his limits; in fact, he had already blown way past what the changeling normally could accomplish, in about an hour. But Batman didn't want your limit when he knew there was another tenfold there.Â
The green boy was frustrated, angry, exhausted, and most of all, determined. It was one of the qualities about him that made Bruce so interested in him- so invested that, he can do, he should do, he will do, and by god, Bruce was going to get it from him.
Currently, he had the boy running an obstacle type of setup, one that tested all terrains for each animal he could think of. Gully's, hogbacks, lagoons, rapids, sand hills, desert pavements,dry lakes,Glaciers, crater lakes, Â etc. The ever changing landscape would change as he completed each one;Â
and so far, he was up to 47.
He had joked about it being tough at about 5.Made a comment about getting something to eat about 17.Shredded part of his arm at 21, and after Bruce had patched him, he had told him to do it again.He had said he had enough at 36.He wasn't kidding at 41.He stopped asking for breaks at 45.Â
He could see it in the lines of his face as he sprung up the strength to transform his tiny figure into an enormous pterodactyl, flying and dodging away from the projectiles Batman was giving him.
But his form couldn't stay, and in mid air he fell, fell so hard, transforming on his way to greet the earth back into his regular human form.
Batman caught him in his arms, and laid him down on the ground, as the boy wheezed, mud and blood, sweat and tears littered his face. Batman picked him back up, and began to walk towards the med bay.
"Your timing on transformations could improve,' he said, cradling the boy in his arms. He reminded him so much of a young protege of his. 'You're 0.67 mili seconds off. Those ticks could be the difference between life and death." He heard the boy groan, too weak to respond otherwise.
"But there was improvement. And don't tell me there wasn't."
As he layed the boy down and hooked him up to a few machines to monitor him,Bruce looked the boy straight in the eye.
"Next time you tell me you can't do something, I will prove you wrong. Next time someone tells you you're too young, too inexperienced, too inexperienced, you prove them wrong. You are a great asset to your Team. Don't let someone tell you otherwise."
Seeing everything was in order, he let Beast Boy rest.