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Did I just start writing a musical based on OL1 despite the fact that I’m a mediocre lyricist, can’t write music for shit, only play the ukulele, and have a crippling fear of sharing anything I work on? Did I start by writing a sad song about MC and Baxter?
Yes. Yes, I did.
He brings me coffee in bed
On Saturday mornings
With just the right amount of creamer in it,
And the aroma lingers in the air
Like a promise to do the same thing again next weekend.
He listens when I sing,
And chimes right in with his own smooth baritone,
Even though I am half tone deaf.
He knows how to rub my back
Right where it hurts the most—
Like he can read the pain in the lines of my body,
Like my limbs speak a language only he can understand.
He knows how to bring laughter from deep within me,
Even when I’ve had a horrible day
And laughing is the last thing I feel like doing.
He pulls it from me
Like a clown drawing handkerchief’s from a bottomless bag,
Until there are tears running down my face
Like small salty rivers.
He knows how to quell my shaking
When I feel like my earth is quaking
And crumbling all around me.
His strong arms hold me together
When I feel like I’m falling apart.
He sees me as I am,
I wear no mask, build no facades before him,
He sees my naked soul bared before him
With his clear blue eyes—
Vulnerable, soft, timid, and loving.
There is no pretending with him,
He knows my very soul.
Together we are a piece of cloth,
Woven together seamlessly,
Threads intertwined like our
Fingers laced together
Palm to palm.
We are held together tightly,
Each making the other stronger
And more complete.
Damian: Your driving was TERRIBLE, Drake. It was so unsafe.
Tim: But did you die??
Jason:
Dick:
Damian:
Alfred:
Bruce:
The Justice League:
Jason: *inhaling*
Tim: I'm--
Jason: RUDE
I'm trying, I really am.
Interrogating a Criminal
Nightwing: Don't worry. Two out of three people don't even feel this.
Criminal: *relaxing* oh, okay...
Nightwing: Those people are me and Red Robin.
Nightwing: *nods at Tim*
Nightwing: This is going to hurt a lot.
HEALING
I won't promise to fix you,
you are not broken.
I won't tell you it's wrong for you to be sad.
I won't treat you like you're a fragil piece of glass.
I will promise to hold your hand while you fill the cracks in your heart.
I can promise I'll be a shoulder to cry on.
Last but not least I will treat you as the strong warrior you are.
That's what you do for the people you love. You don't abandon them, or hurt them.
You lift them up when they're down or you lay down with them, watch sappy movies and you love them dammit.
the Batfamily in the McDonalds Drive Thru
it would be a fucking mess. Picture them, crammed into the back of some luxury minivan Bruce picked up:
Damian, cranky, in the backseat. “I don’t understand why we have to consume processed fats, it’s horrendously unhealthy.”
Tim: “Your face is horrendously unhealthy. Also, Bruce, can I get like, three frappes?”
Dick: “Can I have a happy meal?”
Jason: “You’re literally 25. Why the hell do you want a kid’s meal?”
Dick: “Some of us want to remember our childhoods--oh. Oh, Jay, I didn’t mea--”
Jason: “No, no, no. Continue. You were gonna say some of us want to remember our childhoods, right? Well mine was cut short on account of me dying--”
Tim: “Damian, give it back!”
Damian: “It’s a pen, what use do you have for it?”
Tim: “It’s not a pen, it’s a laser box cutter!”
Stephanie: “When did you have time to make a laser box cutter?”
Tim: “Last night--”
Stephanie: “You told me you went to bed.”
Tim: “I did say that, didn’t I?”
Cassandra: “I would like apple slices, please.”
Bruce: *turns to Alfred with wide eyes*
Bruce: “Everyone’s getting chicken nuggets. I don’t care if they complain. Hello? Yes? 17 6-piece chicken nugget meals please. Yes, I’m serious, 17--”
I want to let you go,
I really tried to let you go,
It's just that when I see your picture my heart starts to beat so fast, my hands shake, every memory I have of us tangled in sheets makes an appearance in my chaotic mind and I am holding onto you tighter than I was before.
I want to let go of you,
I swear I've tried to let go of you,
The other day I heard your voice- it brought me back to how we spent hours everyday telling our stories, finishing each other's sentences.
I miss you, not just in a school girl crush kind of way. I miss you in the way the moon and sun miss each other all day and all night long, yet still love eachother more than the day before.
