I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
Headcanon that when someone gets injured during a fight, (the clearly underaged) Robin at the time sometimes run into the nearest convenience store and buys vodka to clean the wound~
Imagine.......When Dick is Robin, he gets into a fight with a group of gangsters, and a civilian gets injured. Panicking, Dick runs into the nearest convenience store, looking for something to clean the wound with. Naturally, the workers are very confused as to why a little boy in a brightly coloured costume is attempting to buy a bottle of vodka. They eventually sell it to him on the grounds of "Batman would probably beat us into a pulp if we said no."
Over the years, this happens several more times, even continuing whenever there's a new Robin. Convenience store workers in Gotham have gotten so used to brightly coloured children coming in and purchasing alcohol that when a new person starts working at one of the stores, no one even thinks to explain what the hell is going on.
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Store Manager: —and last but not least, remember to ask for an ID before selling alcohol to anyone who might be underage.
New Employee: understood.
Robin: *enters, in full costume and covered in blood. walks to the back on the store, before returning and placing a bottle of vodka on the counter with a thud*
Store Manager: *immediately begins ringing him up*
Store Manager, smiling: that'll be $20.
Robin: *hands over the money and leaves with his bottle of vodka*
New Employee: ...
New Employee: ......
New Employee: ........that was a child. That was a child in a Halloween costume. You just sold alcohol to a child in a Halloween costume.
Store Manager: oh yeah, that's Robin. We don't actually know how old he is.
i love the "grace somehow lives as long as an eridian" interpretations of the movie ending cuz i honestly think something like that could happen in cannon and it wouldn't feel out of place.
like they all are solomely accepting the fact that grace is going to die in like a scary amount of eridian years, and then as he gets to like 90 everyone is bracing for it, but he just...keeps aging. he keeps his mobility- if anything his back is getting worse cuz of the slightly increased gravity, and his health seems to be steady. on the day of graces 122nd birthday (the oldest a human has ever lived) the eridian scientists that study grace are like. hey. what the fuck. and grace is like ┐(´～｀ˇ)┌
The preacher may never marry us and my mama may never know you but I can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars and if that isn’t marriage I’m not sure what else God is looking for.
Tim when he started as Robin while being a fan of Nightwing
Nightwing has gotten more relaxed here too so he's fully okay with this admiration and Batman is not.
Batman: To cover more ground, we need to split up into teams of two.
Robin!Tim: I'll be with Nightwing.
Nightwing sipped his smoothie as Batman ignored Tim.
Batman: Nightwing, you've been to the West District—
Robin!Tim: Speaking of districts, I volunteer to be with Nightwing. I've been reading Hunger Games.
Nightwing (while sipping his smoothie): Mm-hm.
Robin!Tim: Yeah, I saw you reading that book and I read it. Great book or good or- What's your take?
Nightwing: I thought it was a good read about dystopian society.
Robin!Tim: That is exactly what I was think- We are in sync!
Nightwing nodded going back to sipping his smoothie.
Batman: Right, anyways Robin and—
Robin!Tim: Nightwing! Nightwing! Nightwing. Me and Nightwing can go to the thing you mentioned. District. May the odds be in our favor.
Nightwing: That was a line in the book. Good memory.
Robin!Tim: I'm smart like that.
Batman snapped his fingers to bring attention back to him.
Batman: Robin, Robin, you have made it annoyingly clear you are a fan of Nightwing for reasons I have yet to figure out, but you are my sidekick.
Nightwing (bragging): Yet to figure out? I wrote out a list.
Batman (jealous): I read that chicken scratch and disagree. Now Robin-
Robin: Yes, heard you. I will team up with Nightwing. Right here. I’m next to him already. He's already agreeing. His face is saying it already. Oh my goodness, Nightwing, I would love to team up with you!
Nightwing was suddenly brought into a tight hug by his fan. He blinked, unsure how to react. Batman groaned, radiating jealousy.
Robin: These are the nights... I want and rarely get.
Nightwing: Aww, thanks bud.
Nightwing patted Robin on the back with a soft smile.
Nightwing: Well… I’m not sure why, but I have a strong urge to pick the current Robin wrapped around my body like a boa constrictor.
Robin!Tim: Awesome sauce!
Nightwing: Batman, you can patrol with Jim, or alone.
Robin!Tim: Nightwing, can I ask you questions while we investigate?
Nightwing: About myself I’m guessing?
Robin nodded, stepping away from the tight hug.
Nightwing: Okay, sure.
Robin!Tim: Not exactly a question, more like a statement, how do you look so amazing in everything you wear? Like, that’s impressive! Even Batman can’t rock the suits you wear. Look at him, over there, he could never. He's the starter lyrics to an Elvis song.
Jim, silently smoking off to the side could be heard laughing as Batman growled enraged. Nightwing covered his mouth, pretending not to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it back and burst into a cackle at the comment.
Jim: Sad sack indeed.
Batman: We don't need your input! When did you even get here?
Jim: You knew when I got here, don't pretend. Let the boys go together, we don't hang out that much.
Batman: We are in the middle of apprehending a killer mobster, this isn't the time to hang out.
Nightwing: The dude we're looking for isn't exactly a dangerous target.
Batman: Get away from me before I say a lot of cuss words to both of you.
Nightwing: Let’s go, Robin. We can get late night breakfast when we're done tonight.
Robin: Don't take back that promise. I want that!
Nightwing: I would never go back on food. See ya later Batman!
Nightwing and Robin left together, Jim walked over to Batman continuing to chuckle.
Jim: Need a smoke for your stress?
Batman (starting to walk off): Oh eat a cigarette! Let's go.
Jim (following Batman): Hey, you cope with crime fighting, I smoke. Don't judge me!
I get wanting to write Jason as someone who stops killing altogether when you want him to live in peace with the other bats, because we know which side is winning the grand discussion on morality. We know which side will literally punch down the other into compliance. It's happened time and again in canon. It's easier to see Jason as the one making the concession because we've seen it happening, and even on a meta level, it feels inescapable that, should you want Jason & Bats to coexist "peacefully", he's the one who has to get his morals annihilated.
BUT! Do not forget that he believes what he did and does and would do under normal circumstances to be necessary. If Jason isn't doing what he believes to be necessary because he'd rather coexist with the Bats, it's because he's doing it out of selfish reasons, for himself. It's a choice, and at the end of the day, depending on the people he's "letting get away", it means he's putting innocent people, the would-be-will-be-victims on the altar of his own happiness. And he's extremely well aware of that. He's got blood on his hands either way, he's just choosing the blood that the Bats also find acceptable.
