#perhappiness

[dick-the3rd]

Red Hood and the rest of the Bats working together

Nightwing, pointing to a fallen henchmen: Hood, care to explain why is he bleeding from the head?

Red Hood: Don't worry, he's just unconscious. I hit him with a bat

Nightwing: Hood. I don't think-

Red Robin: Wait, with a bat or with a Bat?

Red Hood: For fucks sake. A real bat, like a wooden bat. I didn't throw the gremlin if that's -

Red Robin, now just being a little shit: A wood bat? Like, a wooden batarang?

Red Hood: No, you ass, like a- Wait. Do you think we could do it? Change all of B's batarangs for wooden ones?

Nightwing: Guys...

Red Robin: I mean. Probably? There must be a glaze we could cover the wood to make it stronger right?

Red Hood: And with Ivy covering Gotham in trees every month or so we could find the material easily

Robin: It has the benefits of also being biodegradable

Nightwing: Okay I need the focus back to the bleeding-

Red Hood, nodding: Right, sustentability is trending these days

Red Robin: But we would still need metal ones. What if there's a fire? Also, we can't throw wooden batarangs at Ivy, this is like, throwing dead bodies at a person

Nightwing, now getting interested too: You're right, throwing wood at Ivy would only make things worse, she would get mad and at the end we would only be giving her more ammo since she controls plants and all

Red Hood: So what, half of the batarangs should be wood and the other half metal?

Oracle, who had been listening this since the beginning: No, the proportion wouldn't fit. We haven't been fighting Ivy that many times these days, and with the right coating the wood could become fireproof. If we made everything right, about 10% of the batarangs would need to stay metallic, but the rest could be made of wood.

Robin: We would need to find a way to make the weight right. Unbalanced weapons are more of a liability on the field, doesn't matter how much of a improvement it becomes on other areas

Nightwing: We could try adding some metallic alloy to the glaze, not enough to cover it, but just so the weight between the two isn't so different

Red Hood: But a metallic alloy wouldn't mess with the biodegradability of the thing?

Oracle: Not if it's something natural and unrefined, it's a bit crass but it would work

Red Robin: It's a plan then.

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A few months later,

Batman, glaring at the batwoodrangs: What the fuck is this

[dick-the3rd]

maybe, this is how it started

Tim remember reading a book when he was very young. It was a kid's book, probably the only time he ever read something age appropriate (and only because his parents were yet to decide they were too rich to have Timothy to go to the same classes everyone his age did. So.)

He doesn't remember much about the book. Doesn't even remember what prompted him to pick it up in the first place, but he remembers the important bits.

The story was about a boy, younger than Tim had been at the time. The boy didn't knew much about the world. He knew about his parents, and his street, and his cousin's houses. He knew he liked sweets and hated broccoli, and this was his world.

One day, his parents sat with him in the dinner and told he was a big boy now and he should go to school. There he would learn about the world and he would learn how to read so he could learn even more about the world.

To Tim's surprise, the boy was happy to go to school. It didn't usually went like this in the stories, and Tim was pleased by the change. He kept reading.

That night, the boy went to bed and looked at the ceiling and thought 'why should I learn how to read?' (What a stupid question, Tim remembers thinking). The boy had lived long six years without reading, and he knew plenty about the world!

All he had to do was ask and people would explain it to him. He would go to school, like his parents wanted, and learn about the world, but he doubted reading would make much of a difference.

He slept like this.

Next day, the boy woke up and went to school. It had lots of new people, and most teachers were nice, except maybe for Mrs Daisy, who looked like she was mad all the time.

That first day the boy learnt the letter A.

On his way back, he looked at the streets like he never saw it before. How was it that he had never seen the letter A before? It was everywhere!!

The next day, he learn the letter B, and again, he was surprised to see how much of it there was in the world. And so did the story go on.

Tim doesn't remember the end. He doesn't even know if that was the point of the book or not, but he remember going to bed and thinking about it.

How the boy only recognized the letters after he learnt them.

How much Tim was missing about the world just because he simply didn't know? How much was ignorance costing him?

Every night after that Tim went to sleep wondering about the things he hasn't learn yet. But he would.

Maybe this was the beginning.

[m3lfrancesca]

#Repost @cylacosta ・・・ Mural vibes are approaching! Throw back to this one I painted with my @criatipos’ partner in crime @crispagnoncelli in Bushwick, 2014 ♥️ #letteringmural #perhappiness #perhappinessmural #criatipos #bushwickmurals

[levysx]

sabido mesmo é quem sabe ser sabiá

[levysx]

pra joão sempre é verão. tanto lá fora quanto aqui dentro. "esfria um pouco", digo pra ela. "porque não esfria você?", ela responde. ela não entende que eu sou coração e não ar condicionado.

[levysx]

minha memória mais profunda prefiro guardar no mar só pra poder me afogar nas ondas de lembranças daquele que me ensinou a nadar

[leandroaleixo]

#perhappiness #leminskiando #leminskise

[mierenneuker]

uma homenagem ao grande poeta Paulo Leminski

(a tribute to the great poet Paul Leminski)