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If I knew how to draw it would be over for you hoes <- is an artist
also just so we’re clear: baby phannies i love you and you are welcome here and i will protect you and answer questions and make sure you have a fun positive experience here. just don’t be gross.
Ok ok hang on-
Has no one, ever, once, mentioned how fucking golden it is that Damian exists?
Look at this kid. Look at him. It’s a child. A child. Not only a child- but a literal, physical, emotional copy of Bruce. Bruce.
Holy fucking shit guys the potential.
The batkids, every single one of them, has beef with Bruce in one form or another. Dick more than any of them.
And then there comes this kid. This fucking child.
And hes been raised by assassins and that explains and excuses a lot- but he literally Bruce.
But they cant hate this child. Thats…childish.
And thats what makes him so perfect.
Because Damian is Bruce as a child, and as such, he gets away with the things Bruce cannot get excused by being young.
The other kids have to witness these habits, and they joke and tease and are like “oh our own little Bruce”
But they cant complain. They can’t hate him. He’s a kid. He doesn’t know better.
…So, how do none of them connect the dots that- maybe, just maybe, Damian now is Bruce now, except Damian now will outgrow this because he has them, and Bruce never did.
Idk. just thoughts.
and now hold hands
(still can't believe we own them)
before you speculate on the next KCD sequel don't forget to read the entire codexes of both games! that is the bare minimum btw
everybody start treating their moots like god
I was organizing my bookmark folders on my browser and I clicked on the silent blog of someone I keep buried deep in my heart. He had gone silent there in 2019. I missed it but after years of silence (he lives in a war torn place). He posted last year, but I missed it. And I am feeling some things, it's short blog, with a picture of him back in his country. At least I am pretty sure it's him back home. He had been gone for more than a decade, halfway to two.