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@therealfatsontodd
Fast.
Pit stop earlier at olive garden
Goodbye.
public execution for @redhoodisalive
Yes mother. Iâd be delighted.
WHAT??
WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!?
WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT?
HOLD ME IM SCARED
Oh Iâll hold you alright. With rusty shackles that is.
iâm not fucking talking to you. get away from me you monster.
HOLD HIM DOWN
but not like how the suitors where going to hold Penelope down
STOPPPPPPPP
free my man, he did nothing wrong.
and, for that matter, even if he did free him anyway.
thank you. this is why youâre great.
Donât be deluded, this is very deserved for he has done everything wrong.
LIARRRRR
bringing fatson art back while I'm in the mood for drawing
conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 80 (masterpost here)
*feet scuffing, metal thump* *slight whimper*
Bruce, lowly: where are the shipments coming from?
Faint male voice, trembling: i donât- i donât know, i just follow orders, i donât know the details i swear!
Bruce: then whenâs the next drop-off scheduled? how do i find them?
Faint male voice: i- please, i have the address itâs in my phone! let me just- please, let me just unlock it, you can have everything!
Bruce: slowly. one wrong move and you wonât have any working hands left to operate any phone.
Faint male voice: *whimper* alright, alright, just let me-
*connecting ping*
Jason: B.
*a beat*
Bruce: *sigh* yes?
*faint, slightly confused whimper*
Bruce: no- donât you stop. get me that information, iâm speaking to a colleague. âRed Hood, do you need back up?
Jason, casual: nah.
Bruce: âŚare you hurt?
Jason: nah.
Bruce: then what do you need? iâm in the middle of an interrogation.
Jason: âm hungry.
*a beat*
Bruce: *sigh* Hood.
Jason, whining: i want moneyyyyy,
Bruce: i believe i have some fruit in the batmobile. itâs parked near the docks, if youâre nearby.
Jason: sâ that where you are?
Bruce, wary: yes?
Jason, casual: you got your wallet on you?
Bruce, flat: Hood. i am busy.
Jason: i thought you loved me.
Bruce: of course i love you,
*a beat*
Bruce, threateningly: what are you looking at?
*faint squeak of fear*
Jason: i want twenty dollars.
Bruce, dryly: Hood, i do not have twenty dollars on me.
Jason: âŚok, well you said you were in an interrogation, right? does the guy youâre threatening have twenty dollarsâŚ?
Bruce: i am not robbing this man, Red Hood.
Faint male voice: you can have anything you want!
Jason: tell him you want twenty dollars so you can take your son out for a mid-patrol dinner.
Bruce, hissing: i am not telling him my son wants twenty dollars for a patrol snack.
Faint male voice, trembling: *scuffling, scrunching* h-here, hereâs my whole wallet! take your kid to dinner, on me!
Bruce: what- no! take this back, i donât need your money to feed my children!
Jason: so why wont you?! iâm HUNGRY.
Bruce: HOOD I AM WORKING.
Jason: HUNGRYYYYYYY. HOW OFTEN DO I WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU, B? HOW OFTEN? I AM REQUESTING DINNER WITH YOU. INDULGE IN THE LIFE OF A PARENT AND BUY ME BATBURGER.
Bruce, teeth gritted: why do you always do this when iâm in the middle of important cases?
Jason, instantly calm: -i dunno, things just work out i guess.
*long, tense silence*
Faint male voice, hesitating: u-uh, well- well hereâs the address you wanted..?
Bruce: *sigh* thank you. now take back your wallet and get out of here before i change my mind and hand you over to the police.
Faint male voice: thank you-!
Jason: so do i get food or not?
*a beat*
Bruce, resigned: we can take a quick break to go to batburger, but weâre using the drive-through.
Jason: *instant cheer*
Bruce, begrudgingly fond: iâll meet you at the batmobile.
Jason: nice, let me text Dick,
Bruce: wait, what-
*connecting ping*
Dick: -we get batburger!?
Jason: i told you heâd be more likely to say yes if i asked.
Bruce, slightly indignant: oh so now itâs both of you? your brothers go off for one weekend and suddenly you come crawling out of the woodwork to mooch off my funds?
Dick, proudly: yes!
Jason, matter-of-factly: itâs very important to continue to keep the bonds strong with your elder adult wards, as their new-found maturity and ability to drink alcohol with you allows the opportunity for a new and exciting familial relationship.
Dick: you fucking nerd.
Jason: -shut up.
Bruce, holding back a chuckle: both of you be quiet. just meet me at the batmobile before i change my mind.
Girl what
Tim, walking into the Batcave and noticing everyoneâs distraught appearance: Whatâs wrong?? Who died??
Stephanie: We have bad news Tim. You should sit down.
Tim: Oh shit did someone actually die?? Who was it this time?
Dick: Remember that civilian that we catch trailing after us every so often? The one who was involved in the Penguin incident awhile ago?
Tim: Oh. Clarissa OâNeal? What about her?
Damian: She was taken hostage by one of Black Masks henchmen. We didnât make it in time to save her.
Tim: ? And thatâs why you guys are so upset? Câmon guys lighten up, itâs movie night
Jason, getting visibly pissed: What the Fuck dude. A civilian we were close to fucking died because we didnât make it in time
Dick: I know you didnât like her much but show a bit of empathy Timmy. You usually take these situations seriously
Tim: Iâve been trying to kill her off for ages. Why would I be upset??
Steph: Tim you have 10 seconds to fix your attitude before i fix it for you
Jason: Since when do you take peopleâs lives so lightly? Dude you need to leave before I do something i regret.
Tim: I didnât know you guys were so attached to her. I could revive her if you want, but honestly itâs more effort than itâs worth. And she was getting unwanted attention from the rogues so she had to go.
Damian: Revive?? Timothy what are you on about? And why are you saying that like you personally set up her demise?
Tim: Because I did? The planning for it took forever but I have to admit everything went a lot better than I was expecting.
Dick: TIM WHATâ
Jason: WHAT THE HELLâ
Damian: MURDER? You?!
Steph, screaming over everyone else: WAIT SHUT UP
Steph: TIM NO YOU DID NOT
Steph: TIM DONâT TELL ME YOU DID IT AGAIN
Dick: Again?!? What are you talking about?!
Steph, laughing: Guys calm down. HE was Clarissa
Tim: You guys didnât know??
Jason: HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THE HISPANIC LOOKING WOMEN IN HER MID TWENTIES AND A CRIME ALLEY ACCENT WAS YOU
Dick: Tim i am THIS CLOSE to burning down your disguise room.
Damian: Timothy explain yourself
Tim: I had an undercover op that I needed a female field agent for a couple years ago to infiltrate penguins operations. Over time She became a bit too important and Black mask was threatening her. So I decided to kill her off. I got the info I needed already and it was becoming a bit of a drag keeping up appearances
Steph: You need to stop getting us emotionally invested in your aliases and then killing them off. This is the fourth time you did this to me. Iâll never forgive you for Alvin Draper, I still grieve him even though i know youâre alive!
Tim: YOU guys need to start recognizing me in disguise. Worlds greatest detectives MY ASS
Jason: DUDE YOU GAVE YOURSELF DOUBLE Dâs WHY WOULD WE ASSUME THAT WAS YOU
Damian: My training in this area has been neglected. Timothy show me your disguise lair
Tim: Sure, after movie night. Letâs go
Dick: This is gonna bite us in the ass. Damian is already so good at impressions. We will never know if someone we are talking to is him or not
Tim: LMAO When iâm done with him? Yea everyoneâs fucked
Steph: Itâs gonna give Roger from American dad
Bruce from the corner: *Breathes a sigh of relief*
Bruce at the Batcomputer: *Sighs and moves Clarissa OâNeal from âReal Civilian Deathâ folder to âTimâs Fake Identitiesâ folder. Creates new folder labeled âDamianâs Fake Identitiesâ
What do you call a dog magician?
A Labracadabrador Retriever.
â @theoriginal-robin-ofgotham
wow, i didnât expect you to stoop this low. iâm disappointed.
GUYS I GOT A FATSON TODD PLUSH
AEAEHAHEHAHHWAHA
Did you know,
Nurse sharks have two ways of breathing, one while swimming and one while resting. In the wild, nurse sharks can be found lying together in piles of up to 40 sharks.
@redhoodisalive where are you?
thatâs sick. iâm by the jellyfishes, where are you?
I'm still in the shark area next to the nurse sharks. You can pet them.
thatâs fun. iâll walk over.
Look, that nurse shark in the corner is named Jay. It's got a bunch of scars too.
I think you two share great resemblance.
i think we share a pretty good resemblance too.
Something the matter? Seems like you're feeling under the weather today.
nah, iâm good. why?
You'd usually be way more excited to see an animal resembling yourself. A better phrase would be, you seem like you're "more in your head" today.
iâm good buddy. focus on the sharks.
I am now certain something is wrong.
What's bothering you?
nothing. stop asking, damian.
If you don't tell me, I will latch onto you and not let go until you do.
hm. i was just thinking about things i did in the past.
The past? Why so?
i was a terrible person back then, i mean, i still am, but i was worse. way worse.
No, you are not a bad person akhi. Mulling about your past deeds will only steal the current moment from you.
thanks dami. youâre great.
Don't mention it akhi.
Though I do admit it is easier said than done. Sometimes I look at my hands and all I see is red and it traps me in my head. It is quite terrifying.
yeah, itâs okay. happens to the best of us. you can always talk to me.
"C'mon, lighten up. We're at an aquarium!" Damian held Jason's hand, tugging him towards the open tank where Jay the shark lay sedentary.
"Pet it. And feed it."
jason gripped damianâs hand, following him to the tank. âare you sure i can pet it? it wonât bite me, right??â
"of course you can pet it, why else would the tank be wide open?" damian huffed, handing Jason cubed fish from the basket attached to the tank, "approach it slowly and wait for it to eat the fish then pet its head." he explained
âalrightâŚâ jason grabbed the cubed fish, slowly holding his hand out for the shark.
The shark paid no attention to jason or his cubed fish, instead opting to swim further away.
A soft snort escaped Damian, "You've really found your shark twin, akhi."
jasonâs face went bright red as he handed the cubed fish back to damian. âshut up.â
As Damian took the piece of fish from Jason, another, smaller shark approached the two looking rather curious of them.
Tentatively, damian lowered his hand in the water, watching as the shark took the fish from his hands except it didn't eat it immediately. It swam right towards Jay the shark.
jason rolled his eyes, watching damian feed the shark. âi donât get how youâre so good at this.â
"Tt. It entirely depends on the animal." Damian shamelessly wiped his hands on Jason's pants, "If I were feeding Jay, he'd swim away from me as well."
âget your grimy ass hands off my pants!â he yelled, jumping up.
âhm. alright. guess i wont feed jay.â
"Quit yelling! you're gonna scare the animals, himar." Damian hissed, taking Jason's hand again and tugging him out the shark area. "Do you want to see jellyfishes or the stingray area next?"
âdid you seriously just call me stupid?!â he whisper-yelled.
jason held damianâs hand, following him. âuhhh, stingrays. iâve seen the jellyfish already.â
"No, I called you a donkey." Damian stated, trying (and failing) to hide the grin on his face. "Let's go fast before the stingrays fall asleep."
The area with stingrays was significantly more crowded than the other areas, with people squeezing past each other just to get a look at the tank.
jason scowled, âi hate you so much.â
jason walked right up to the tank, trying to get a good look at the stingrays. out of all the sea animals, stingrays had to be his favorite.
Damian eyed the crowd, stepping closer to Jason's side and clutching his hand tighter.
He turned to the tank, eyes twinkling at the sight of a glorious stingray swimming by. âDid you know stingrays use special sensors called ampullae of Lorenzini, which can detect the tiny electrical charges emitted by their prey.â
he noticed damian and smiled, squeezing his hand.
âno, i didnât know that. thatâs really cool.â he kept watching the stingrays, smiling.
ââŚDo you feel better now, akhi?â Damian asked after a moment, almost nervous as if expecting dismissal.
âyeah, i feel great.â he looked down, reassuring damian.
âIâm glad youâre here.â Damian murmured, refusing to look up at Jason.
jason ruffled the others hair, âiâm glad youâre here too.â
In a distance, they could see workers ushering the crowd outside. The aquarium was closing.
âTime already?â Damian sighed then paused a beat. âWould you like to eat ice cream? I think there was an ice cream truck outside the aquariumâŚâ he suggested, uncharacteristically sheepish.
jason grabbed damianâs hand and walked outside. âsure, iâll grab ice cream.â
âWhatâs your favorite flavor to get?â Damian looked up at jason, âMines dulce de leche and those spongebob icecreamsâ
âi like neapolitan, but if i had to pick, probably chocolate. iâm basic.â he laughed, âthose are nice flavors.â
âyou should get a batman ice cream, maybe youâll get a perfect one on your first tryâ Damian snickered.
âseriously? they have a batman ice cream but not a red hood?!â
âAnd superman, and wonderwoman. Iâm pretty sure robinâs there too.â
âROBIN??? this is discrimination.â he shook his head in disbelief.
Damian raised a brow, âI donât think they want to make a crimeboss/ druglord themed icecreamâŚ.â
jason gave him the middle finger, âyeah. discrimination against crime bosses.â
Damian gave him double middle fingers and stuck his tongue out, âboo hoo nobody wants your merchâ
he shoved a finger in his face, ânobody wants your merch either!â
âEverybody wants my merch! Iâm robin!â He huffed, swiftly tripping jason with his leg without warning.
âno! youâre katana boy!â he tripped over damianâs leg, hitting the floor. âYOU BITCH!â
âWhatâs the matter gun man? Floor doesnât taste good?â Damian cackled.
âshut the fuck up!â he yelled, jumping on damian.
âOh shitââ Damian stumbled back and fell on his ass due to jasonâs monstrous weight.
jason got up, grinning triumphantly. âloser.â
Damian hopped up and elbowed jasonâs solar plexus with deadly league trained precision. âDumbassâ
jasonâs eyes went wide, immediately getting winded. he doubled over, âiâm not getting you ice creamâŚâ
âI will buy it myself thenâ Damian declared stubbornly.
jason was still doubled over, âfuckâŚâ
Momentary panic struck in Damian, âDoes it hurt really, really bad?â
he looked up, glaring at damian. âyes it hurts really, really fucking bad!â
âOh, okâ
Damian turned around and nonchalantly walked towards the ice cream truck, buying himself a spongebob ice cream and a chocolate one for jason.
jason got up and went to go sit on a bench, blinking.
Damian held up an unwrapped double chocolate chip ice cream towards him as he licked his spongebob one. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean for it to hurt that bad.â
jason smiled weakly, grabbing the ice cream. âitâs alright buddy. come sit down.â he said, patting the bench.
Damian sat beside jason, swinging his legs as they quietly ate their ice creams. He was getting quite sleepy, last nightâs patrol had been way too long.
He not-so-subtly leaned on Jasonâs side, resting his head on his shoulder.
jason kept eating his ice cream, his knee bouncing.
he held damian, hand in his hair.
âI donât wanna go back to the manorâ Damian yawned, âFather is undoubtedly going to scold me for leaving unannounced and staying out this long.â
âyou can come back to my apartment,â he offered, looking down at damian.
âAre you sure?â Damian brought his legs up the bench, hugging them close. âRichard or Father might come look for me. You donât like having people barge into your safe houses, do you?
jason ruffled his hair, grinning. âi donât care about them. they can kiss my ass for all i care.â
Damian smiled sheepishly, âAlright, then Iâll come with you.â
he picked damian up, âletâs go.â
âHeyâ!â Damian squawked, not expecting him to carry him yet he found himself to be too tired to object.
He wrapped his arms around Jasonâs neck and snuggled in the crook of his neck. âDonât even.â He mumbled.
jason snickered, âloser.â
he held damian, walking to the car. âgo to sleep.â he whispered.
Damian mumbled something incoherent and promptly fell asleep. Guess he really was extremely tired.
jason placed damian in the backseat of the car. he then proceeded to get in the front seat and start the car.
The sky had gone dark when they reached the safe house. âI can walk in myselfâ Damian insisted but swayed on his as soon as he stepped out of the car, akin to a drunk man.
jason cackled at damian, doubling over. âARE YOU FUCKING DRUNK!?â
âYouâre drunk.â Damian scowled sleepily at him, flipping him off with his middle finger.
âhow am i drunk?â he asked, flipping damian off in return.
he picked damian back up, spinning him around.
âYouâre drunk on thoughtsâ
Damian yelped as Jason picked him up again, clutching the manâs neck like a lifelineâStopppp, youâre going to make me throw up all over youâ
âthat i am.â
he laughed, finally holding damian still. that was the happiest he had been this whole day.
âI demand mac and cheese for dinner as an apology.â Damian mumbled sleepily, smiling despite himself when he noticed Jason smile.
âmac and cheese? fine.â he huffed, walking into the apartment.
The smell of mellow cheese and spices spread in apartment. Damian stood beside the stove, rubbing his eyes as he watched jason cook. âCan I try that?â He pointed at the cut cubes of cheese on the cutting board.
he kept cooking, not paying attention to what damian was doing. âgo ahead.â he mumbled, stirring the pot.
Damian took the largest cube of cheese just as jason turned to add it into the pot. He matched jasons glare, holding the cheese close to his mouth like a dare âWhat? You said I could.â
jason grabbed the cheese straight from damianâs hands, âbe lucky iâm even feeding you.â he dropped the cheese into the pot, smirking.
Damian wisely swallowed his insult down, he was hungry after all. âWhat made you want to learn and perfect cooking, akhi?â He asked instead.
jason looked at damian, snorting. âi just really liked it. it was calming.â
âOh, just like how I like drawing?â Damian mused to himself.
âyeah, exactly like that.â jason focused back on the cooking. âi used to cook with alfred back in the manor.â
Damian observed jason carefully, cataloging his movements, âYou know, pennyworth still recalls your days in the kitchen when you were younger.â
jason sighs, âi know. i miss him.â
âWill you come to the manor this sunday?â Damian hopefully looked up at jason
jasonâs heart broke as he saw damianâs face, âprobably notâŚâ
Damian's face fell, "It's ok, I completely understand."
jason breathed, looking away. âiâll go.â
Damian's eyes lit up, "You will?!"
he sighed, running his hands over his face. âi guess.â
"I assure you, it will be an enjoyable visit." Damian promised, "I will make sure father doesn't do....whatever he usually does."
He stepped aside as Jason brought the steaming pot of mac and cheese to the table, quickly fetching two plates and forks for them.
jason ruffled damianâs hair, that seemed to be a recurring action. âi know. thanks.â
he set it down, watching damian grab plates and forks. âdo youâŚnot eat mac and cheese with spoons and bowls?â
Damian gave him a puzzled look, "What difference does it make?"
he shrugged, âitâs just unusual.â
Damian nodded, putting the plates back and picked bowls and spoons for them instead.
jason stood there, leaning on the counter. âwhere do you wanna eat?â
âWhat do you mean âwantâ?â Damian furrowed his brows, âwhere do you always eat? Do you not have a designated eating place?â He asked incredulously, putting the bowls on the kitchen island.
he grinned sheepishly, âi normally eat on the couch.â
Damian blinked.
âpreposterous⌠what happens when the sticky cheese falls on your couch? Thatâs practically a breeding ground for bacteria!â He exclaimed in a rather concerned way.
jason rolled his eyes, âit doesnât fall on my couch. if it does, i just clean it.â he shrugged.
âStill, thatâs not a healthy way to eat your mealsâŚâ Damian dragged a stool beside jasonâs seat on the kitchen island, arranging the spoons and bowl in a proper manner.
he groaned, walking over to the island. âyouâre annoying, you know that right?â
âYet youâre feeding me.â Damian mused, seating himself as he waited for jason to take a seat himself.
âwhatever,â he said, sitting down.
he grabbed his spoon and started to eat.
Damian scarfed down his bowl of mac, already reaching for seconds. âDid I tell you I love your cooking? No offense to pennyworth of courseâ
He seemed really hungry today.
jason stared at him, spoon frozen in his hand. âhow did you eat faster thanâŚme?â
âyeah youâve told me.â he laughed and kept eating.
âJust taking after you akhi.â Damian mumbled between bites, swinging his legs.
âshut up.â he mumbled, eating quickly. he was also quite hungry.
Damian swallowed a large bite and let out a hiccup.
"What theâ hic!" he automatically covered his mouth, a force of habit. "oh no..."
jason laughed, tears in his eyes. he kept laughing, pointing at damian.
Damian chugged his glass of water, scowling at Jason the whole time.
"How dare youâ hic â laugh?? I'm suffering and you'reâ hic â dammit laughing??"
jason placed his head on the island, shoulders shaking with laughter. if you listened closely, you could hear the snorts.
Damian bonked Jason's head, "Hey!! Quit laughing and â hic â help me, you â hic â himar!!!"
jason kept laughing, âhow am i supposed to help you!?â
"I don't know! You're theâ hic â ADULT here!?" Damian shook Jason, still hiccuping throughout.
âhold your breath for 30 seconds.â he said, rolling his eyes.
"Tt. Already tried that while you were â hic â busy laughing." he gave Jason a withering look as he crossed his arms.
âdrink water. thatâs all i got.â he shrugged, grabbing the bowls to go out them in the sink.
Damian didn't say anything.
He zoned out, holding his breath for a little too long even turning slightly blue but determined to stop this humiliation ritual nonetheless.
jason slapped damian, âidiot! you held your breath for too long!â
Damian gasped, absolutely hacking his lungs out. He held an anticipatory finger, ââŚ.itâs gone?â A pause.
âhicâ GODDAMMITâ
jason cackled some more, doubling over.
âI HATE YOUâhicâ IâM LEAVINGâ damian hopped off his seat and picked up Jasonâs grappler from the side table.
jason picked damian up, âyou are not taking that. itâs mine.â
âStop carrying mee, Iâm not five âm fiâteen!â Damian weakly punched jasonâs chest and reached for the grappler in the manâs other hand.
âno! itâs mine!â he yelled, dropping damian and running away with the grappler.
Damian landed with an oof, scrambling up to chase after Jason, âHey! Get back here, thatâs my only hope!!â
jason ran to his room, locking the door. he quickly hid the grappler hook in his closet.
Damian banged on the door, âOPEN IT YA KELB!!!â he yelled at the top of his lungs in a sleepy haze.
jason opened the door, âshhhh. shhhh.â
Damian stumbled back, scrubbing his eyes, "Quit shushing meâ 'm not a baby." he scowled, eyes barely opening.
âyou look tired, go to bed.â he commanded, leaning on the door.
"I will go when you go." Damian challenged, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall, mirroring Jason.
jason groaned, âfine. letâs go to bed.â
"What?" Damian blinked, "You aren't patrolling today?"
he looked at damian, raising an eyebrow. âi am.â
"Then you're not sleeping then, are you?" Damian shrugged, suppressing a yawn. "I'm patrolling with you."
âyou need sleep. why do you only wanna sleep when im sleeping?â he exclaimed, making a confused face at damian.
Damian winced, as if his sly plan had gone bust, it was time for a new excuse. He was not sleeping alone in a safe house in the middle of crime alley. No sir.
"....No reason? Gotham needs robin. Every night."
âgotham doesnât need you every night, especially not when youâre tired. you get useless when youâre about to fall asleep.â jason scolded, rolling his eyes.
Damian scowled again almost like an angry cat. "No I'm not? I'm in optimal condition." he insisted, suppressing yet another yawn.
He sprinted in a short burst of moment and grabbed jason, latching onto him.
jason laughed, pointing at damian. âyour eyes were literally just shutting.â
jason stumbled back. âwhat the fuck are you doing?â
"I don't know what you're talking about." Damian deadpanned, holding onto jason like a koala in a deadly grip.
âdamian. stop it.â
"I'm not doing anything."
âyouâre holding onto me like a lifeline.â he pointed out, trying to pry damian off him.
Damian didn't dignify him with a response, instead holding on twice as hard to counter jasons attempt
jason gave in, sighing. âdamian, whatâs wrong?â
"Nothing."
Damian would rather die than admit he doesn't want to be left alone.
âyou got like attachment issues or sum?â he asked, still holding damian.
"NO." damian huffed angrily.
jason laughed, moving to the living room. âi gotta go on patrol.â
Damian loosened his hold slightly, moving with him to the living room.
"Then I'm going too. I'm not sleeping alone."
jason ran a hand down his face, âfine. i wonât go on patrol.â
Damian looked up at jason with a rare, full smile, cheek squeezed against his middle.
"Really?"
he looked down, jason rarely ever sees damian smile like that. âof course.â
Damian reluctantly let go of him, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
âyou want a hug?â he asked, watching damian.
oh how i love harassing my father.
sometimes u write smth so beautiful u just have to sit back and admire it
Hey so I figured I should post these here (yes, I had posted them on the clock app first). Anyway!
JASON PETER TODD ft. jaybin and fatson todd
Hmm depression
I...may have..impulsively bought a..Fatson..
LOOK, HE'S SO SQUISHY LOOKING
@redhoodisalive
LOOK ITS YOUUU
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based on that one scene from Ghost Stories lol
Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)