As someone who grew up with a lot of siblings, the batkids 100% cheat in card/board games. They get way too competitive, too.
Now in a family of detectives, they have to get creative with their hiding places bc you simply can't just sit in the cards, your siblings will forcefully make you stand up, do might i suggest each members favorite hiding place
Dick- in his armpit, and before you ask how you just place it there and hold it for a little before moving it somewhere else; your shirt, pants, or slip it back into the deck. I've done this before
Jason- He will frame someone else, its somehow under the person sitting next to him, yet none of them can prove it. everyone hates sitting next to him on game nights.
Tim- he places it back in the deck when no one is looking, this might sound harder than it is but when everyone is arguing it's surprisingly easy. you can also do this if you place two cards down at once.
Stephanie- In her hair, just bc she can. if she has curly/wavy hair especially, hides pretty well.
Damian- He trained titus. And alfred the cat. he's petty and tired of his siblings. It's also under the table somehow sticking to the underside.
Cass- You won't see where she does it but her cards are always gone way too fast. they're in her clothes, or somehow across the room.
Duke- Under the chair, or when they sit on the floor and play, he'll slip them into his sleeve then discard them under the sofa when no one is looking
and if one of them is caught cheating they'll start throwing around accusations of someone else cheating and this will go on until someone (Bruce) stops them from ripping each other's throats out. .
Now don't get me started on monopoly. Dick is NOT allowed to be the banker ever.
I loooooove being anti censorship I am not particularly interested in some of the darker topics people want to write about but people should be able to write about stuff and understand that though fiction can affect people it is not reality
I hate euphemisms and algospeak and people saying media with sexual themes is bad people should be able to create without needing to worry about losing money or being seen as problematic for things that aren't real
call me a proshitter or whatever I just hate censorship and I am not ashamed of that
random lore drop but my car got stolen this week and i’m most upset about the pack of cigarettes i had in my glove compartment soooo yeah. i’m writing a fic and thinking about some sweet nicotine and let out some stress. and maybe i have a lil crush on mikey way ◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)◜
summary:mikey had always had a crush on his daughters best friend. so when he finds her on tinder he immediately pounces. you sleep with him a few times before ghosting him for three weeks. you’re really in for it now.
warnings:mikey is like 45,he’s a bit of a jerk, cigarettes during sex i guess ?,degrading, he’s mean,dirty talk,dubious consent,mikey makes the mf rules, yes the jacket stays on during sex
throughout the years mikey developed a reputation of sorts with the woman he encountered on the road. they only ever had one word to describe him. cruel.
or nasty or cold or deranged. whatever awful adjectives first came to mind. he had been around the block quite a few times by now. after his divorce he was ready to put himself out there again.
he was a little too eager to finally download tinder to his phone, practically drooling as he lowered the age setting as far down as it would go. it’s not just that younger women are prettier ,that’s a no brainer, its the fact they’re so damn easy. they had this burning desire for approval and affection so getting them to follow his strict set of rules was easy
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mikey isn’t a cruel man. he doesn’t want to cause you any pain. he doesn’t want to make you cry. he doesn’t want to be the bad guy in this situation. but you’re making him do this. if you didn’t act out in the way you did then he wouldn’t have to do this. you pushed him into a corner and he’s forced to get himself out. he really didn’t want to have to punish you like this.
“m-mikey please s’too much” you slurred, trying your best to free yourself from his iron grip. you had known from the beginning all your struggling was done in vain, his power was unmatched compared to yours. he rolled your eyes at your whines and pleas for him to stop.
how could you be so selfish? you were the one being such a bitch to him and now you have the audacity to beg for mercy ? the way your mind worked was such a mystery to him. if anything you should be grateful he was going so easy on you. the outcome of this punishment could have been a lot worse than a little overstimulating.
“i thought you were ready to behave yourself”? he tsked. he should have known you’d tap out so soon.
if only you’d just let him use your body as he pleased. in his mind you were one of the “good ones”. a woman who does as she’s told the first time without talking back or fighting him in any way. he shook his head in disappointment, reaching towards the night stand for his lighter. you never seemed to learn your lesson when he did things the easy way so it was time for him to step it up a notch.
mikey always kept a cigarette on him, usually in his jacket pocket. unlucky for you that’s exactly where he found it. he slowed his thrusts as he lit the end of the object, inhaling a deep breath of the noxious fumes.
“what the hell are you doing mikey? you aren’t seriously about to smoke in here are you”? you asked nervously, turning your face away from the cloud of smoke he released into your face. the smell of nicotine became somewhat comforting to you over the months- you associated it with the love of your life.
he didn’t want to do this to you. but you left him no other choice. if he wanted this lesson to stick he’d need to do it in a way you’d never forget. young minds needed to be molded and shaped in order to grow. in his own way he was doing you a favor.
mikey took one last drag before placing the lit end directly on your bare shoulder. you cried out in pain, tears welling in the corner of your eyes.
“you are such an asshole..this is why i didn’t call you back. you’re such a control freak i can’t stand it”. you exclaim angrily, propping yourself up on your elbows. this was the last straw.
poor thing. sometimes he forgot how fragile you were. “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i had no choice but to. there’s no other way you’ll learn”. mikey really was not a cruel man after all, he didn’t want to cause you any pain. but he couldn’t let you go just let. he pushed you back down onto your back pinning you by your wrists.
“let me go, i’m done with this now. you’ve gone too far”. that was the other big issue with young women. they have so much entitlement.
mikey shook his head, inhaling yet again. “ya know , i really dont think it’s time for you to be done yet. how about i keep you here and do whatever i want until im done with you. how’s that sound,baby”?
