So having now seen a lot of thirst traps, it's not just me that enjoys both Superman and Wonderwoman.
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So having now seen a lot of thirst traps, it's not just me that enjoys both Superman and Wonderwoman.
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Be who you are – and may you be blessed in all that you are
Just go on youtube and put 'thirst trap Bruce Wayne' on the search engine
– GL
On it.
Pip-pop, you're going to be a grandfather. Although I suppose you already are... Hm. -BTW
am i a super grampa now? the one beyond a normal grampa? @officialbruciewayne
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"Please don't become Batman. Emotionally or otherwise. I need you to survive, and I really need you not to hit me with a right hook."
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"Oh, that."
Harvey can't shrug and pretend the light and miscolored patch of skin on his elbow is just a souvenir from falling off of his bike as a kid like he does with everyone else - but not with Bruce. Bruce would know better.
Little Harvey wasn't that much of a biker, anyway. Not that anyone needed to know that.
He looks it over himself, as though he's forgotten about it - and smiles, faintly, as rolls his sleeve down to cover it.
"My old man." he remarks. "He grabbed me by the arm while he still had his cigar in his hand. That shit hurt. I cried and had to sit there while mom held my arm under the faucet."
Dad apologized when he sobered up. It was fine. It was the past. It was over.
Then why did it still hurt so much?
"You know my dad. Always doing some crazy shit." he says, gesturing a circle next to his head - crazy. It's no big deal. It's nothing at all. Just dad being dad.
He doesn't feel like saying anything else.
Can someone tell me what a thirst trap is?