#gothamcorrupt

[the-bctman]

Owl noises

*Angry Bat noises*

[smallvxlle]

I ASKED PEOPLE TO HIT ON CLARK IN MY INBOX | @gothamcorrupt​ “ Hitting? What a GREAT plan. Time to HIT HIS STUPID FACE.”

               “THAT ALMOST HURT my feelings.” 

[theredwonder]

Tim is his son now. He's here to be a better dad. Supporting a child's creativity is important-- especially if it involves murder. What a great parent he is. Way better than BRUCE.

@gothamcorrupt

[penguinpositivity]

@omegauxas && @kryptoncorrupt && @gothamcorrupt

[gothamdad]

dear bruce. u suck. luv thomas.

uno reverse card 

[gothamdad]

What or who is your greatest weak point? How would one deal the most devastating blow to your psyche?

Truth Serum

            There’s  absolutely  no  way  to  stop  the  words  from  spilling  from  his  lips.  “  I  fear  that  my  parents  would  think  I’m  a  failure,  that  I’m  not  making  them  proud.  My  family  is  the  easiest  way  to  get  to  me.  To  break  me.  I’ve  come  the  closest  to  going  over  the  edge  when  they’re  hurt.  I  lose  my  way  if  I  can’t  save  those  I  care  for  most.  ”

[gothamdetected-a]

𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶  . . . 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶: // 𝙻𝙾𝙶                         𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁: 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴_𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 : 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 > { @gothamcorrupt​

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇  ;  motionless, indistinguishable from the gargoyle he is perched on. an ambush predator, eyes glimmering like eerie lamp lights, dull orange and sickly. there is a slight motion, head twisting to bring the figure next to him into view, and it’s too much, sitting like this, ENDLESS waiting. he doesn’t share thomas’ patience. 30 stories below a couple wander along, wrapped in coats and each others arms. they wouldn’t even see him coming, just a flash of steel and the raw sound of skin splitting open and then he’d melt back into the shadows. it’s a nice thought, at least.

the wind chases fleeting clouds over the sky, flickering, hazy patches of grey over the faint glow of the light pollution pouring from the city around them. his brother still sits silently, watching, and it’s too much           (      always IMPETUOUS, bruce, rash, reckless. it’ll get you killed one day.      )           he gives it another minute of grinding silence, and then, breaks protocol. it’s routine by now. tommy will have seen it coming a  m i l e  away.            ❛   t . . .   ❜           even through the grating metallic rasp of the voice modulator, the whining tone is still obvious. benefits of being a little brother.           ❛   why are we still out here? they’re not going to show. let’s go play somewhere else.   ❜           anywhere else. anywhere that would let his brother unleash him, use him like an extension of himself, the sting of a wasp, the owl’s talon. a police siren sounds, distant, screeching against the night sky, and he’s tempted to beg   ——  oh please, tom, let me go and smash through their windshield, savour their look on their faces as their DEATH rains down around them in shards of glass, let me punch them until i can see their bones, stark white and stained red, let me slide the blade in between their frail ribs, let me-

they haven’t done anything exciting in days, and it gnaws at him, under his skin, an itch he can’t scratch until his brother lets him. until owlman lets him. he knows his place — just a pawn in a game of chess too big to see. well, maybe a pawn is a little lowly. a knight then. a DARK KNIGHT.           (      oh look at that, bruce. irony. aren’t you clever?      )          the wind pushes at him, and he lets it, rocks back on his heels as the breezes sways past them, head twisting further, illuminating thomas in stark profile.           ❛   this is fucking boring, t.   ❜           he can list his idea of a fun friday night; drugs, clubs, blood clotting under his fingernails, duct tape around pretty thin wrists, champagne, valentino suits, roofies, chainsaws. so far this evening has contained none of the above.           ❛   isn’t this why you have the alien as your pet, to watch everything for you?    ❜           to do the heavy lifting, tommy had said. then he’d gone and married the freak, like that was part of the plan. and what, bruce is supposed to be HAPPY for them? over his dead body.           ❛   i don’t know why you keep him around. i thought it was just going to be us, just FAMILY.    ❜           he’s whining again, petulant and childish, but thomas is his, his brother, his family. and now bruce has to compete with the brute, sapping up all the affection and attention that should be given to him. so he never learnt how to share — that’s what happens when your parents DIE.           (      think, bruce. complaining won’t get you anywhere. tom appreciates blackmail and manipulation much better.      )           ❛   you don’t care about me anymore, do you? not now you have ultraman to play with. if you did, you’d let us go and have FUN.   ❜ 

[the-bctman]

Hoots ominously.

“God I hate you.”