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Heyyyyy, here’s another post about how this tumblr user is too poor to afford something. Please spread this around, donate like 5 cents, whatever. Please help me out. Info is in the gofundme, but basically I lost my scholarship. Thanks, byeeee https://gofund.me/2756cbcd
im the anon who asked about blind bruce, autistic bruce, cruel JL, bad parent alfred
thank you loved the response
if u have the time ik coursework is hell and I think ur in exam season..? so absolutely dont stress if not
could you build on the cruel JL 'adults only' where its clear despite Bruce's essential contributions to JL they dimiss and dont like him bc he hides identity (maybe he doesnt ? and they still dont like him)
maybe younger team get invited to so called adults only and start calling out JL on their bullshit when they realise they exclude B
Exam season hits soon but yeah I probs should be revising
Ah well
"Adults only?" Dick's voice is cool. A lot cooler that he feels. Maybe it's the small sips of alcohol he and the other Teen Titans have been siphoning, but the anger building inside him is red-hot, and he can feel his cheeks flush with his burgeoning rage.
The laughter fades, and the Justice League members glance over at him. Wally hits his leg, and he thinks it's Donna that hisses at him not to ruin this. Actually maybe it's Garth.
"Sit down, Robin," Dinah tells him, as her husband sweeps back over to her, still laughing to himself.
"You're lucky we let you kids in here," Clark says sternly. "Don't go messing it up for yourselves now."
"'Lucky?'" Dick stands, feels the alcohol he wasn't meant to drink rush to his head, and gestures widely. "I should consider myself lucky for being in the same room as arseholes like you?"
"Dick!" Roy yelps.
Dick hiccups. "I should consider myself lucky to be present to watch you mock and ridicule my fucking dad?" He hiccups again.
"Robin doesn't swear," Barry says, eyes narrowed. "He's drunk off his ass."
Groans of annoyance bounce around the room, and someone throws a can in his general direction, but Donna catches it, glaring too.
"Great. Now Bat-bitch will come in here to lecture us for letting the kids drink."
"Oliver!" Someone reprimands, while some others laugh, and Dick's vision goes red. When it clears again, Martian Manhunter is dragging Dick off the stupid fucking archer, he's fighting the hold, Roy is dragging his mentor and his bloody face away. The rushing of blood in Dick's ears clears some, enough to hear Donna, Wally, and Garth shouting.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?"
"You kids are being—"
"US?"
"You're acting like kids yourselves! Mocking and excluding Batman for trivial reasons! You're insulting him to his son's face."
"Get the fuck off me," Dick snarls, and wrestles himself out of J'onn's grip. Roy gives him a wary look, staying slightly in front of Oliver as he shoves him to Dinah. Dick curls his lip and turns his back on him.
"Take a walk, Robin," Superman intones, and Dick laughs.
"I'd rather walk out the damn airlock than spend another second with you lot. The way you treat B is inhuman." Over half the room flinches as Dick's jab lands exactly where it hurts, at the crux of their identity as a meta, an alien, an other. He's never cared about that, why should he? But he isn't letting them go after Bruce without consequence.
He turns to the door, only for it to bang open. Bruce looms there, and Dick's throat catches. No, he can't be here, they'll say something else and hurt him—
"Superman, Metropolis is currently under seige, sober up and get out."
Clark disappears with a rush of wind.
"Black Canary, take Green Arrow to the medbay. Speedy, write up an inci—"
"No. No, B, for fuck's sake!" He feels Bruce startle at the curse, but barrels on. "Stop doing this for them! They belittle you and ignore you and you just keep helping, and managing, and strategising and... Just stop, B. They don't deserve it. You."
No meets Dick's eyes except for Bruce, who slips back the cowl, looking at him sternly. "Dick," he reprimands. "That is not how this works. I do not work with the Justice League for them, I do it for Earth, for Gotham." Dick sees the 'for you' in Bruce's eyes, and protests weakly, not a single word actually escaping his mouth. "We all have our part to play. Playing it does not necessitate social bonds."
"That doesn't mean they—"
"And that doesn't mean I need to mirror their actions. So what if they are old and bitter, Dick?" Subdued protests sweep through the room, but Bruce doesn't blink at throwing their own gripes about his age back at them. "So what if they can't accept what I have done to become Batman?"
"So—"
"Nope." Bruce pops the 'p'. "None of that matters. At the end of the day, the job is done. That's why we're here. So." He looks at the rest of the room, slipping back into Batman. "Speedy, write up the incident report. Canary, get Arrow out of here, Flash, you can clean up the blood, Arrow's bad attitude is not the cleaners' problem. Copy?"
"Copy," Flash grumbles on behalf of all three of them, and whips the other three out of the room in a blink.
Bruce's heavy disappointment slams into Dick as he turns to him and his teammates, and he crosses his arms. "I am leaving it to your mentors and or guardians to discipline you as they see fit for disobeying the rules and consuming alcohol, especially meta alcohol. Dick, with me."
"Aw man. Am I grounded?"
Batman melts away, and Dick's dad gives him a soft smile, tugging him under an arm. "Not this time. The hangover you're going to have tomorrow is punishment enough."
"Fuck."
"For fuck's sake, Dick, stop swearing."
https://www.tumblr.com/qqchurch/817552124505391104 < this post you rbed made me think about the asshole justice league posts from a while back… like maybe batman tries to get closer by hosting something (maybe a training exercise) and no one comes into the watchtower until like 3 hours after it was supposed to happen. when they do its “oh… that was today? oops” and hes been repeating it for the prev 5 meetings. hes a bit mortified about it.
okay now i made myself sad :(
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Hal saunters in. "Supes! What's the emergency meeting for?"
He's met with grave faces, and quickly settles into his own, pulling up to the table.
Clark turns to the screen, pulling up a series of records. "Batman has missed his last three check-ins. Per protocol, Cyborg started tracking his location after the second. Three hours ago, his third scheduled check in passed by." At that point they have to make contact. "He has also not responded to any outreach attempts."
Hal frowns down at his tablet, flicking through the pdf of the code Cyborg was running, coming up with nothing. "When was last contact?"
Diana flips slides. "Three days ago, Batman sent repeated meeting requests to certain members that went unanswered over the course of five hours." Hal absently nods along, scanning the red, unanswered meeting requests on the screen. One sits on the notification bar of his own tablet. "Tracing his day back through Watchtower footage, while Batman was on monitor duty we received an emergency transmission from the Kld'rai."
Hal's head snaps up.
"What."
Oliver hushes him. Diana keeps giving the report, but Hal is already remotely taking control of the monitors, pulling up the Oan records he linked up to their systems.
"Green Lantern, please—"
"The Kld'rai are one of the most merciless barbarian species in this sector," Hal interrupts. The room's attention zeroes in on him. He swipes his fingers up, throwing graphic pictures onto the display. Groans of disgust sound around the room heads turning away from the eviscerates corpses and mangled flesh laying barely alive in hospital beds.
"What was the transmission?"
"They wanted a meeting, immediately. Batman agreed."
"Why would he—"
"Batman knows who they are," Hal interrupts. "It came up in a case one time. He'd know that if he turned down the request, the Watchtower would be shot out of orbit and they'd ravage Earth. The meeting was a stalling tactic." Hal paces the front of the room, thinking. "If he couldn't rouse backup, he had no choice but to go alone, or, again—"
"We'd be shot out of orbit," Clark agrees. "He's seen entering the hangar at 10:17, leaving with the Javelin at 10:31, and Javelin systems go offline at 11:59."
Hal bites his lip. "They have him."
Barry squints at his tablet. "Are you sure? He could just—"
He shakes his head. "The Kld'rai have Batman. If he's missed three check-ins, then it's no longer diplomatic, and he is now a captive."
At once, everyone's gaze drifts back to the graphic images still inhabiting the screen, of dismembered limbs and spilled innards.
Hal curses the meeting request on his notification bar. He'd been with Oliver, they'd both laughed and ignored it. Two hours later, Ollie's pinged too. They'd dismissed it and bitched about Spooky instead. Barry had come to join them, and complained about his own. Arthur sent a message to the groupchat asking what the hell Bats' problem was, sending them all the requests.
They'd stopped, eventually, after five hours since Hal's communicator pinged.
And Bruce was taken not even two hours after that.
Fuck.
Why hadn't he just answered? Why doesn't he ever answer?
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
re ehrc guidance. which is not legally binding.
“should I do this for people of all ages?”
that's a very good addition actually, a solid "you want me to ask people's kids about their genitals? can i have that in writing?" should make upper echelons very uncomfortable.
If I had a nickel for every time a piece of media I enjoyed sacrificed everything that made it good on the altar of shipping and it wound up crashing and burning leaving me disappointed and bitter and only blindly devoted stans and shippers who care about nothing else as the fandom, I’d probably be able to buy a pretty decent snack or drink from a vending machine.
"Scam" you mean people are fighting back against housing discrimination??? I don't think these people know what the word scam means
Scams are designed to trick someone into giving up money based on lies. This is just.. asking for information then legally enforcing the law??
Fuck landlords
hey don't cry. blorbo coughing up blood
my writing ability currently feels on par with that of like…. a seven year old. i’m just writing one sentence. then another sentence. subject verb object, dependent clause period. do any of them relate? unclear. that is for god to decide. i certainly can’t.
the url makes this so much funnier
watched sinners. i am so fucking angry with all Tumblr™ users.
so what you got from sinners was... remmick as a blorbo. not "music as a coping and bonding method in the presence of overwhelming grief". not "lateral family bonds as a form of black community and survival". not "early acceptance of death in black youth". not "black women as the focal point of community". not "christianity as a tool of assimilation". nothing but "wow remmick is so ✨babygirl✨". whats crazy is that yall lowkey played out the violence of film (white exploitation and decimation of black culture and community) like. perfectly. you parody yourselves.
i finally saw the movie right after having to read some uwu racist say that sinners was "het slop". het slop. wow. if i started killing would you blame me if i never stopped.
“I can kill everything… and I need him to stop me.”
Batman (2016) #49
