The longer I’m in the Batman fandom the more I realize any bitch can be shipped with any other bitch if you try even a little bit
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The longer I’m in the Batman fandom the more I realize any bitch can be shipped with any other bitch if you try even a little bit
let's be ABSOLUTE_ly gay n' chthonic and don't tell Bruce
Gotham was known for its dreary grey skies, constantly overcast or raining down on its poor citizens as clouds choked out the sun and moon. Today was no different. No, the sky was still grey. The streets still damp — did they ever dry?— and the air still chilled.
No, what was unexpected was the silence being rudely interrupted by a knock.
Then another knock.
Whoever it was, they kept knocking. And showed no signs of stopping.
Jonathan had been working. Hands moving to mix bubbling chemicals, memorising reactions, trying to improve. His last formula, was impressive. But far from enough. Unable to deal with a certain infestation of rabies spreading animals. … his eyes were sunken, dark bags betraying that he had been at this for days, without break, without relief, he was pale. Paler then usual, his walk unstable and wobbly as he moved towards the door. Assuming it to perhaps be autumn. He really did fit his namesake. Moving like a scarecrow that by some horrid act of satan came to life. Like a zombie. To slaughter the crows it so despised, Jonathan opened the door.
I don't even know what I'm doing anymore
I'm really rational, actually
adhd bf and autism bf what part of the Geneva convention will they violate next
Jerome: Would you still love me if I were a worm?
Jon: If?
Jonathan: I don't want you to give me driving lessons anymore.
Jerome: Why not???
Jonathan: You pointed at an old lady crossing the street and said 'ten points if you hit her.'