[kattahj]

In memory of Adam West, here’s the time he guest starred on Zorro as “Dr. Wayne” and expressed his admiration of Zorro’s secret cave.

[patriciawalkerd-deactivated2020]

[animusrox]

Batman Returns

[galahadwilder]

Bruce: I love all my children equally: Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, and Damian

Hal: *smirks* what, no smudged handwriting?

Bruce: I may have a million children but they are mine and I’m damn sure going to remember their names

[deadbeatmaker]

no offense but male protagonists whose strength comes from empathy, compassion and humanity will always be more interesting than snarky assholes who punch everything and treat everyone around them like shit

[drsarcasticraspberry]

you know that trope in shows or movies where the evil character is in captivity and starts talking to the Heroes to try and mess with their minds, and starts analysing them going “face it you’ll never be good enough” … “you try to act tough but inside you’re broken” … and the Hero gets really rattled and upset.

well i want a scene like that where it doesn’t work

Villain: “You have a darkness inside of you. You try to hide it, but it’s there–”

Hero: “Yeah that’s the depression, there’s pills for that.”

Villain: “You try every day to make your mother proud. Even after death, it still haunts you. But she’ll never be proud of.”

Hero: “Well yeah, she was an emotionally abusive narcissist, she was never proud of anything I did, what else is new.”

Villain: “You put on a good show, but deep inside I know you don’t feel worthy.”

Hero: “I know, man, I’ve been trying to work on that in therapy.”

Like… give me characters who know they’re mentally ill and traumatised who can’t have it used against them because they’ve fully accepted it

[helloicametotalk-aa]

"Bruce? What's gotten into you?" - amazonexile

 He pinched his brow. Sharp eyebrows scrunched together, combatting a morning migraine. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Diana.” Last week it was one of Jervis’ surrealism-styled trips, the other night at the gala, it was almost Rohypnol. @amazonexile

[the-bctman]

Open to all

“Joker dies tonight, by my hand.” 

[helloicametotalk-aa]

“Over my dead body.”

[the-bctman]

Bruce turned to the other Batman behind him, glaring him down. “Don’t try and stop me. He’s done too much.”

[helloicametotalk-aa]

 As soon as his counterpart turned around, he reached for a batarang. His other hand pleaded at the level of his eye, warning him to stand down. “Joe Chill was too much. One rule.” He reminded. “No matter how desperate, no matter how lost, no matter how evil.” He swore: I. Will. Not. Kill.

[the-bctman]

“Our worlds are different, Bruce. I’ve been doing this for decades, and he’s taken too much from this city. I will not stand by and allow his madness to destroy us.” His eyes shifted to his counterpart’s hand, observing the pull of the batarang. “Don’t do this.”

[helloicametotalk-aa]

 He flung the batarang in the opposite direction, at the emergency lockdown, closing off the suits, the gadgets, the batcomputer, everything. Sure it was voice command operated, but he needed to illustrate a point. “Then do it.“ He dared, glancing momentarily at the case that contained the crowbar, the graffitied evidence, and then back at him. “Dad would’ve done the same, and would’ve gotten away with it too.”

[the-bctman]

Open to all

“Joker dies tonight, by my hand.” 

[helloicametotalk-aa]

“Over my dead body.”

[the-bctman]

Bruce turned to the other Batman behind him, glaring him down. “Don’t try and stop me. He’s done too much.”

[helloicametotalk-aa]

 As soon as his counterpart turned around, he reached for a batarang. His other hand pleaded at the level of his eye, warning him to stand down. “Joe Chill was too much. One rule.” He reminded. “No matter how desperate, no matter how lost, no matter how evil.” He swore: I. Will. Not. Kill.

[the-bctman]

Open to all

“Joker dies tonight, by my hand.” 

[helloicametotalk-aa]

“Over my dead body.”

[animusrox]

Wayne Manor Batman (1989)

[animusrox]

Batman (1989)

[fallxnprxnce]

Questions for Muns of Canon Muses

What is the biggest headcanon deviation from the canon material that you have incorporated into the way you write your muse? Why did you come up with it?

Do you have any controversial headcanons that go against what is generally accepted by the fandom? Do you incorporate this into writing your muse or keep it to yourself?

What is something that was never addressed at all in the canon material that you have independently developed for your muse?

Have you made any outright changes to the canon material in order to write your muse the way you wanted (entire scenes you chose to omit, chapters you say never existed, things you assume were never said, etc.)?

What is an aspect of your muse’s canon material or canon existence that you never had the opportunity to explore but really want to?

What is the general opinion of your muse’s fandom about them? Do you agree with it?

For movie or TV muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you show a screenshot?

For movie or TV muses, what is a scene with your muse that you hate? Why? Can you show a screenshot?

For movie or TV muses, what other character played by your muse’s actor/actress has a lot in common with your muse?

For book muses, what is your muse’s favorite scene? Why? Can you provide a short excerpt?

For book muses, what is a scene with your muse that you hate? Why? Can you provide a short excerpt?

For book muses, what other character from a book or book series has a lot in common with your muse?

What canon character do you really wish your muse could interact more with?

What is your ideal AU for your muse?

What plots/interactions leave you feeling protective of your muse?

[riddle-for-the-riddler]

This is from Batman: Gotham adventures Vol 2 #9. 

[badclown]

Batsy.

 He couldn’t escape her gaze, but at the question his eyes flickered like he’d been stung. Instead of holding in contempt, they searched. His hand lowered a centimeter, but the offer still stood. And, he dared to take one step closer. Dr. Thompkins once told him, people often asked questions that applied to themselves personally. He asked, in barely a whisper but clear enough to hear against the wind, “Who did you lose?”

         The question elicits a peal of unhinged laughter. Who did she lose?? Oh, that was so good. He was trying to CONNECT with her, to humanize her. What noble effort. Oh, this guy. She might have made something up, if the effort had been less unexpected. Something tragic. Maybe a dead twin (or was that too cliche??). “I gotta think WHY now why would anyone put themselves through all this, and the only thing I can figure is that GOTHAM is some kinda SICK stand-in. And whoever they represent is,” she makes a sound in the back of her throat, draws thumb across her neck dramatically, “DEAD.”

[helloicametotalk-aa]

 Plenty of people in this city have lost family. How many grieved as if they lost their whole world, their hope, their faith? How many waged war on the idea they had a duty to give anything back, than dare forge that grief into a beacon of compassion? What did she do with those responsible? And, why did they have to die in the first place? His gloved hand squeezed tight into a fist.  They’d be here all night asking the right questions if not for the wailing sirens in the distance, bidding him to make the arrest. “They won’t say we’re anything alike.” He darted forward, clearly stalling before she might attempt an exit stage right. Lee would say he’s projecting. He would argue he’s onto something. "If you promised yourself it would never happen to you again, you’re wrong.” 

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[badclown]

Batsy.

 It’s never easy with her. Every time it’s a test against his conviction. Lesser men would offer brutality as appropriate penance, but he’s tired, tired of letting the raw nerve reactions of this city overwhelm progress. The white lenses of his cowl pull back from examining the scene, and he makes an attempt at some semblance of peace with an outstretched hand. “Come with me. It doesn’t have to be this way.”

         No one could make Joker smile the way that the Batman could. It was something about his predictability, his tenacity. Good ol’ reliable Batsy. Always trying to save everyone, every soul in Gotham, even hers. What a messiah complex. Probably some deeply rooted childhood trauma, if she had to venture a guess. “Ya know, one a’ these days, yer gonna have to tell me who it WAS…” She isn’t looking at the offered hand, or even at the familiar expanse of mouth and chin underneath his mask. Icy eyes were focused on his shoulders instead, waiting for him to make a move. It wasn’t beyond Batsy to try and save her by force, and if he thought he was going to throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of here like some kind of caped caveman, then he had another thing coming. “Who was it ya couldn’t SAVE??" 

@helloicametotalk

[helloicametotalk-aa]

 He couldn’t escape her gaze, but at the question his eyes flickered like he’d been stung. Instead of holding in contempt, they searched. His hand lowered a centimeter, but the offer still stood. And, he dared to take one step closer. Dr. Thompkins once told him, people often asked questions that applied to themselves personally. He asked, in barely a whisper but clear enough to hear against the wind, “Who did you lose?”