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BRUCE & PAIN

Migraines

These started in his 20s, though at the time he experienced them far less frequently as he does now in his 30s. Bruce often has difficulty anticipating an attack, due to the fact that his body is in a near constant state of fight/flight or in a substantial amount of pain otherwise from his nightly vigilante antics. When a migraine does hit him, he can be disoriented and nauseous, and it's typically very obvious that he is unwell despite his seemingly 'natural' sickly veneer.

Photophobia

Bruce's photophobia is a direct symptom of his migraines; that is, this is when his photophobia is at its most extreme. However, it is a persistent ailment that he experiences even when he is not amidst a migraine attack. He works far too often with screens though they give him the most trouble when it comes to this pain.

Tinnitus

Ringing in his ears comes and goes as a result of various injuries and proximity to gunfire and other explosives sustained throughout his years as the Batman.

Chronic pain

Bruce is a textbook case of fibromyalgia if he were to allow himself the diagnosis. As it is, he doesn't allow it; also, he has a very high pain tolerance and most days simply pops an Excedrin at the behest of his big brother or, of course, jabs himself with some adrenaline.

#[ 🦇 ] ❛ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 / ENTRY. #in other words: a story about bruce's idiocy #me & all my muses having chronic pain <3 it's not projecting if it makes sense shut up #bruce with his head between his knees in the suit: wait a second two face just a second the throbbing behind my eyeball is almost done #KJNSRTKJNHKSJRNTH anyway. there it is. get the man some triptan and a cold pack i beg

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Even Better in Black & White [6/?]

The Crow (1994) dir. Alex Proyas

#[ 🦇 ] ❛ 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 / GOTHAM. #do you see the vision are you getting this houston #just rewatched this the other day the whole film is gotham core #somehow eric draven is both arthur and broose #it makes sense in my brain don't ask me to elaborate #also in black and white <3 thank you so much georgeromeros

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The  Suit  blocks  out  the  wet  chill  coming  off  the  water,    but  beneath  all  that  leather  and  weight,    something  still  cools  and  dampens.    Later,    when  Bruce  peels  out  of  his  self  -  employed  uniform,    he’ll  have  to  unstick  himself  from  the  first  layer  beneath  sitting  against  his  skin.    Sokol  isn’t  the  only  one  due  for  a  chafing.    The  Detective  isn’t  concerned  by  the  grime  though;    it’ll  be  the  bruising  underneath  that’ll  really  do  him  in.

Abel  keeps  a  watchful  eye  on  Cain,    somehow  all  at  once  wary  and  trusting.    No  one’s  coming  up  here  tonight;    sirens  are  cacophonous  and  echoing  around  them,    but  Arthur’s  little  brother  doesn’t  stray  for  the  sake  of  justice.    The  Batman’s  milk  -  lensed  gaze  is  unflinching  even  in  spite  of  Joker’s  own  flighty  stare.    The  misting  wind  at  this  height  shunts  all  carcinogenic  smoke  from  that  hacking  laugh,    though  it’s  a  drop  in  the  bucket  for  the  air  quality  in  this  city.

Sharp  pain  is  blooming  at  the  base  of  Bruce’s  skull.    He’s  stopped  looking  at  the Bat  Signal  for  fear  of  exacerbating  that  hurt  and  wetting  his  tongue  with  a  coat  of  nausea  -  induced  saliva.    Instead,    he  angles  naturally  closer  to  Arthur,    what  with  his  big  brother’s  imploring  grip.    That’s  good;    Joker’s  words  have  the  anticipated  effect  on  the  Batman.

❝    Don’t–    ❞  Heat  unfurls  behind  those  contact  lenses.    If  he  wasn’t  already  menacing  enough  in  all  his  brood  and  gloom,    he  might  have  loosened  more  fury  with  how  his  face  darkens.    Even  with  the  cowl  and  Snazaroo  Black  caked  around  his  eyes,    Shakespeare  in  the  Park  can’t  hold  a  candle  to  his  glower.    Denial  sits  behind  his  teeth,    which  he  bares  for  his  brother  to  scold,    and  Bruce  only  barely  manages  to  keep  it  there.    Cain’s  on  a  warpath;    Abel’s  left  to  bleed  in  the  dust.

Joker  makes  little  attempt  to  pander  to  an  audience  and  Bruce  won’t  dish  out  a  laugh  track  for  him  either.    His  headache  worsens  with  Arthur's  declared  sentencing of them both.    ❝    You  know  she’ll  drive  me  off  the  cliff  herself  with  or  without  the  motivation.    ❞  He  doesn’t  even  try  to  shape  that  one  with  humor.    Bruce  doesn’t  know  he’s  trembling  beneath  his  brother’s  hold,    but  if  he  did,    he’d  hope  the  Suit  takes  the  brunt  of  the  movement  that  Joker  won’t  notice.    His  luck  isn’t  that  great  though.    ❝    And,    ❞  his  stare  is  pained  and  accompanied  by  a  mirrored  grip  of  his  own  to  Arthur’s  opposite  arm,    ❝    of  course  I  will.    You–  You  don’t  have  to  ask  me  that.    I  want  you  to  know  that  you  don’t–  You  don’t  have  to  ask  me  that.    Ever.    ❞  Bruce  grimaces.    ❝    Even  if  she  will  inevitably  blow  me  up.    ❞

Joker doesn’t realize it’s begun to rain until a sinister sizzling acoustic of those little bullets bouncing off the Bat-Signal alerts him. He keeps his face turned from that jaundiced beacon that projects a muddy wash that, maybe if one tilts their head, vaguely forms the outline of some sad bat against the clouds. The same beads that slip in fine rivulets down the Bat-suit cling to Werewolf’s mane and polyester suit.

Keeping his head angled proffers Tragedy to the elements. Precipitation will likely snag the crying diamond under his left eye and further dilute it.

The Batman retains his older brother’s fingertips so they can continue threading his theme together before his eyes, but Sokol’s freed to trot under scaffolding near the elevator shaft to keep dry. Faint traces of diffidence dissuade the hybrid from leaving his charge, but Werewolf emits a hissing sound to let the hulking wolf-dog know he has permission to head for the makeshift awning and sit so his harness and coat don’t soak through to his skin and chafe him. It will on the way home anyway unless his little brother offers a lift to the nearest subway station…or door to door service. Gotham can wait. Crime doesn’t care for the weather, but if this city truly came first his younger brother would’ve bolted for the nearest armed robbery already. 

It’s a matter of seconds before his cigarette’s saturated. One final exaggerated drag fills Joker’s lungs, though his ribcage doesn’t bloat as well as it should, leading into an unproductive cough. Werewolf hides his diluting face behind his wrist, hacks into it, then checks Sokol to ensure the animal’s still parked. Sleet-like pellets strike him in the face. Anything off the Bay will cut to the bone, but Joker's clothing is secondhand from the seventies. It wasn’t sewn for durability. 

His filthy death rattle of a laugh doesn’t sate how fast his heart beats anymore than it stills his shaking leg. Gordon is even less likely to intrude upon them now unless Bruce has been generous enough to dole out a Bat-Frogg Togg to his favorite cop. 

“You do know…” Joker's green eyes flash like road flares in the dark toward his little brother, though he hasn’t physically turned his face. Those lanterns beckon-call The Batman’s clouded gaze in the darkness. “I still belong in there, don’t you? Me and my Nixie.” Rainfall stubs his cigarette for him. Joker keeps the stick for its bitter taste, though he adds, “Entering my rat era,” as if he’d ever left. “But uh…I won’t…let them send her back,” droplets drag the scarlet brows painted on his forehead into twenty narrow rivers that seep into his real set, “When I am locked back up,” he anticipates a fist with all the power of a steam engine landing on the bridge of his nose, his eye socket, throat, or chest. Joker squares his shoulders and prepares shifting from foot to foot in a subtle oscillation to take such impact. His hand remains locked on Bruce’s arm for now. As long as his little brother keeps it there. “And it’ll always be a when…you’re not that naive…I need you to look after my wife and kids. I don't care if she tells you to drive off a cliff, you support her.”

#jokethur #joker's about to finally get that hug he wanted #bruce getting choked up: whatever don't mention it don't even look at me right now #it's amazing what happens when i crack open a redbull and put on the gotham suite

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guys…

#no because i’m actually frothing at the mouth #reeves i know what you’re doing i see you #give! the people! what! they want! (the people being me and battinson cameo being what they want)

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PENGU PENGU PENGU

#jessie and i immediately eye zooming that bruce parallel shot of oz in the elevator #battinson is soooo locked in to cameo i can see it so clearly #im losing it this looks so fucking good

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𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. [ BRUCE STUDY 1 / ?? ]

#[ 🦇 ] ❛ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 / ENTRY. #he is rattling the bars of his enclosure (my brain) #love him. pathetic wet cat of a guy <3 #(he could kick my ass with a crow bar. pity he wouldn't finish me off)

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thinking very much about all the upgrades to the batcave bruce is working on. and also. car garage.

#splitting his time between trying to investigate talons and making his batcave more girlypop #there was so much room still to work with you’re telling me he’s not taking up the rest of his own real estate #he is. also more cars #he’s bringing in more cars #hes got? 4 now including bday present from arthur #plus 2 bikes #we’re parking them in the cave #he’s gonna have his own mech shop if he doesn’t chill out parts and all

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❝ I could go out with a bang. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—ㅤTRENCH ( accepting! )

Bruce’s  big  brother  might’ve  wiped  his  fingers  for  him  with  a  disinfectant  wipe  if  he’d  been  quick  enough.    As  it  were,    Bruce is  two  mouthfuls  into  his  cheeseburger  and  he  thinks  he  might  have  been  too  hasty  if  the  wad  of  paper  wrapping  caught  between  his  teeth  is  anything  to  go  by.    Bruce  swallows  it  anyway,    sparing  Arthur  the  displeasure  of  his  chewed  up  food  had  he  elected  to  spit  it  out. He doesn't even grimace.

The  youngest  Wayne  currently plays  passenger  princess.    On  his  side,    he’s  hunched  his  shoulders  like  some  sort  of  wild  animal  and  not  at  all  the  finely  bred  billionaire  prince  he  is.    He’s  never  had  to  hunt  for  his  food  in  his  life,    but  he  looks  like  he’s  wary  of  @jokethur  stealing  one  of  the  fries  in  his  lap.    Bruce  isn’t  even  aware  that  he’s  doing  it;    he’s  onto  his  second  cheeseburger  now.

❝    Maybe  don’t,    ❞  Bruce  suggests  between  one  handful  of  fries  and  the  next.    There’s  grease  in  the  corner  of  his  mouth,    which  he  thumbs  away  at  last  with  a  measure  of  delicate  finesse.    Beside  him  in  the  driver’s  seat,    Arthur  is  looking  equal  parts  disgusted  and  fond.    Bruce  isn’t  bothered.    He  snares  his  brother’s  attention further  with  uncomfortably held  eye  contact  when  he  takes  his  next  too  -  large  bite  and  grins  stupidly  around  his  chewing.    After  he  swallows,    he  elaborates  drily,    ❝    Nix  is  already  out  to  get  me.    I’m  not  giving  her  another  reason  to  hang  my  head  on  the  mantle.    ❞

#jokethur #i have. 50 million replies for you #do we need another thread? i don't care here we are #bruce: eat the cheese. don't eat the cheese. either way write your manifesto quick and make sure to mention it's not my fault #waynebros versus cheese GO #who's sewer rat is sitting bitch in the mustang because it's definitely not broose rain #gotta be paul.....KJNSKRJTHKSJNRTH #this is so unserious i am sorry KJNSRKTJNH

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🐦‍⬛ 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇, 𝚙𝚝. 𝟷 —quotes taken from the album of the same name by twenty one pilots. some edits have been made to allow for rp purposes. feel free to adjust for pronouns/names/etc.

❝ Cover me. ❞

❝ I can't believe how much I hate. ❞

❝ I'll be right here. ❞

❝ You'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air. ❞

❝ If you need anyone, I'll stop my plans. ❞

❝ You'll have to tie me down and then break both my hands. ❞

❝ Cowards only come through when the hour's late. ❞

❝ Everyone's asleep. ❞

❝ I know I shouldn't say this. ❞

❝ I probably shouldn't show you, but it's way too late. ❞

❝ This is not enough. ❞

❝ Don't feed me to the vultures. ❞

❝ I am a vulture who feeds on pain. ❞

❝ Please keep me down from the ledges. ❞

❝ Can't stop thinking about if and when I die. ❞

❝ We're surrounded. ❞

❝ Are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same? ❞

❝ If I keep moving, they won't know. ❞

❝ What they throw at me's too slow. ❞

❝ I'm just a ghost. ❞

❝ Anybody listening? ❞

❝ I'll morph to someone else. ❞

❝ When everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight, I'll go with you. ❞

❝ I'll go with you. ❞

❝ Stay with me. ❞

❝ You don't need to run. ❞

❝ They're callin' for your head and they're callin' for your name. ❞

❝ Did you know I was grown with you? ❞

❝ If you find yourself in a lion's den, I'll jump right in and pull my pin and go with you. ❞

❝ I'll be back when it's all complete. ❞

❝ I'm runnin' for my life. ❞

❝ I felt I was invincible. ❞

❝ I despise you sometimes. ❞

❝ I'm so sorry I forgot you. ❞

❝ Can you build my house with pieces? ❞

❝ I've always been collected, calm, and chill. ❞

❝ I never look for conflict for the thrill. ❞

❝ For you, I would get beat to smithereens. ❞

❝ What's my problem? ❞

❝ I want you to follow me down to the bottom. ❞

❝ Keep your wits about you while you got 'em. ❞

❝ I could give up and boost up my reputation. ❞

❝ I could go out with a bang. ❞

❝ They would know my name. ❞

❝ Our words are loud, but now I'm talking action. ❞

❝ How could he go if he's got everything? ❞

❝ I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king. ❞

❝ Promise me this: if I lose to myself, you won't mourn a day. ❞

❝ Move onto someone else. ❞

❝ Can we give this some room for a new point of view? ❞

❝ Well, I'm refusing the weapon. ❞

❝ I'm not disrespecting what was left behind. ❞

❝ Maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high. ❞

#yeah yeah yeah #holding myself back from sending jessie half of top's discography #a la pepe silvia meme

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new top album in may. new single in less than two hours. watch this space.

#forget what i've said about any other muse ever #bruce and kaz are about to pop off i can feel it in the void #i've only been waiting for 6 years #scaled and icy was OKAY but blurryface and trench............... #trench era was immaculate #actually hold on a minute why haven't i thought about bruce x top before lemme marinate #12pm cannot come soon enough i am going to start foaming at the mouth

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i think if you showed bruce some kpop, he'd be really into it

#i am not projecting i speak only the truth #he will show his baby nieces le sserafim and mamamoo #i will make this canon i don't even care #batman posing with bts could you imagine KJNSKRTJNHKJNSRTH

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Lilac is fully aware that the extremely rare left-hand drive 1964 Aston Martin DB5 waits for her only living uncle with a big purple — at her insistence — bow on its hood, yet gasps for Bruce and drops her jaw once the crypt that is Wayne Terminal illuminates. Her platinum blonde pigtails swing as she clasps her hands over her mouth and shouts, “Grandpa’s! Car!” with such zeal, the bat colony wrenches from their slumber and swarms the abandoned station’s ceiling. Joker preemptively ducks should one fly too low and smack him in the head. 

“Irinka!” before his three-year-old bolts toward the parked vehicle that Nix spent the past three months fighting with a Belgian collector to repossess for a small fee of thirteen-thousand dollars to ship it back to the states, Joker slides his cigarette between his lips and scoops Lilac off the concrete by her waist. She giggles and swings her feet as if it were gymnastics practice as he flips and shelves her on his hip. Lilac loops an arm across the backs of her father’s uneven shoulders and rests her crown against his. He’s regretting giving her pigtails. The elastic cleaves a trench in his scalp.

Now that his toddler’s bulldozed what should’ve been a surprise, Joker pivots on one heel and adjusts his hold on Lilac so she bumps higher up his right hip. A red polyester curtain falls behind her as she waits for her father to sashay backwards without a sound across the concrete that took him, by him he means Gary, an obscene amount of time to coordinate logistics so it’d arrive unspoiled.

“There’s…” Joker pauses to lower Lilac.

She sprints toward the DB5 and wrenches the passenger door open. Its bright red leather interior pops even under the cave’s scarce light. The child disappears inside the passenger seat and waits for her father and uncle to approach. In the meantime, her iPhone slips from her coat pocket so she can set the PopSocket on its dashboard and track their Grubbs delivery.

Joker tosses a glance over his shoulder to ensure his little daughter’s staying put, then plucks the cigarette from his mouth so he, still walking backward like a tour guide, can punctuate with it, “Only 899 of the model left on Earth…so…” he clears his throat, “Naturally…” Werewolf gestures inside the vehicle once he stands parallel to it, “Your three-year-old birthday twin carved the dashboard with a rock she found on the way in.”

Lilac points out a very long, sad horizontal line that she’s hashed out at the end. Venting a plume of smoke from his nostrils, Joker lifts his eyebrows so the false comma-like pair painted on his forehead vanish.

He clarifies, “She says it’s you.” Another feature catches his eye. Joker throws a finger toward the gearbox on Lilac’s left and further explains, “Apparently Dad swapped the automatic out for a manual. It’s um…” his mouth quirks, “Road-ready, though…” out the side of his mouth he adds, “Not the way you drive. I…”

The placard on the dashboard spells, ‘Thomas Alan Wayne.’ Joker’s hands go up, tossing a smoky thread between the brothers.

As he says, “I-I’m not…exactly…the president of Dad’s fan club either,” Joker’s free hand, though trembling beyond his control, slips a long dark strand behind his little brother’s ear, “But…” His eyes avert, tracking the concrete as if any stagnant shadow might somehow lunge and tear what remains of his throat apart. When no such respite arrives, he blinks until he can feel Melpomene’s elongated diamond begin bleeding blue down his cheek. He shifts his torso and shoulders in a subtle oscillation that ripples from his trunk to his nape and reinvigorates him enough to admit, “He gave me you. And for that, I can’t hate him.” The cigarette returns to his lips. Joker’s thumb roves the slope of his little brother’s cheek as his fingers burrow deeper in his scalp. “I won’t.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—ㅤHAPPY BIRTHDAY, BROOSE!

Bruce  clocks  the  model  just  as  soon  as  he’s  got  the  whip  in  his  sights;    Lilac  takes  precedence,    of  course,    and  her  uncle  anticipates  a  launch  in  his  direction  with  all  the  steady  foundation  of  a  base  gymnast  prepared  for  his  flyer  to  somersault  in  the  air  above  his  head.    She’s  not  exactly  interested  in  practicing  her  parkour  so  much  as  she’s  proud  to  show  off  her  vandalism,    but  Bruce  stays  ready  on  the  very  high  chance  that  she’ll  change  her  mind.  

Arthur  swings  into  focus  next,    though  it’s  difficult  for  Bruce,    a  steadfast  gearhead,    to  listen  so  intently  when  he’s  more  hands  -  on  than  he  is  interested  in  an  instruction  manual.    Or  a  lecture.    @jokethur  probably  knows  it,    but  if  he’s  put  off  by  Bruce’s  split  attentions,    he  doesn’t  ever  show  it.    Maybe  that’s  the  wound  of  brotherhood,    particularly  the  eldest’s.    Or  maybe  that’s  just  Arthur.    Bruce  wouldn’t  know  either  way;    he  only  knows  what’s  being  taught  to  him  now.  

The  coupé  is  pristine  barring  his  niece’s  artistic  upgrade.    Bruce  can  see  that  without  having  to  pop  the  hood  or  get  under  the  chassis.    He’d  like  to,    though.    For  now,    he  settles  for  following  his  big  brother’s  lead  in  this  orchestrated  dance  and  forgets  to  ask  how  he  got  away  with  getting  it  here  without  his  notice.    He’ll  remember  later  when  his  eyes  don’t  burn.  

Bruce  came  in  on  his  bike.    Removing  his  helmet  reveals  the  caked  black  caught  in  his  lashes  and  smeared  past  his  eye  sockets.    He  drops  his  utility  pack  somewhere  along  the  path  he  tracks  along  behind  Arthur  and  continues  to  eye  the  DB5  like  he’s  half  caught  in  a  dream.    It  isn’t  suspicion,    but  his  veneer  is  too  tempered  with  emotion  to  parse  it  one  way  or  the  other.    Either  way,    he  doesn’t  sniffle  because  he’s  allergic  to  anything  in  the  Cave.  

❝    Did  you  drive  it  in?    ❞  Bruce  poses  this  question  to  Lilac  when  he  ducks  down  to  admire  the  interior.    His  graffiti  -  style  portrait  plucks  a  wince  from  him  prominent  enough  to  dry  his  eyes  for  a  moment.    ❝    Nice,    ❞  is  all  he  offers.    And  then,    his  mouth  quirking,    ❝    Thanks.    I  like  my,    uh,    hair.    ❞

If  he  looks  at  Arthur,    he  knows  his  throat  will  close  up  again.    He  doesn’t  need  the  excuse,    but  he  gives  it  to  himself  as  he  straightens  from  his  fold  into  the  car  and  wheels  toward  his  brother  without  warning.    Bruce  has  nearly  half  a  foot  on  Arthur;    he  still  tucks  his  face  into  the  eldest  Wayne’s  shoulder  and  curves  his  both of own  until  he  can  lock  his  arms  around  his  more  -  than  -  willing  captive.    ❝    This  is–    ❞  His  laugh  is  wet  and  hacking,    as  if  he’s  the  one  that  smokes  a  pack  a  day.    Bruce  squeezes,    and  then  pulls  back  to  reflect  his  brother’s  misty  gaze back at him.    ❝    You  won’t  really  keep  me from  test  driving  it  now,    will  you?    ❞

#jokethur #bruce pretending he is not at all physically pained to see the car has been defiled by lilac: amazing #bruce and his twitching eye #he wants to go for a spin so bad #alfred's probably going to beat them with the food first though #lucky lilac #hap birth broose you big goofy goth!!!! #arthur and nix really won this one huh #he's not crying about the car #you asked what you get the guy who has everything #obviously you get him what he doesn't really SOLIDLY have. family <3 #i heaved a little but whatever i love them #bruce bypassing the dad shit for now: anyway a car— nice

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happy late birthday broosebat you’re okay i guess

#(i love you even if i am late) #my sensitive pisces man~ #also the whole two fish two faces nice…..Nice…….. #he is so stinky smelly i know he feels old with that weary fighters body of his #love that dumb guy. LOVE him #jessie and i agree wayne tower gets lit up for the bdays #broose would probs be red for big bro even though big bro is now blue but semantics #or he’d go like. pink. at the behest of his nieces if they want #what a sucker

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while you’re waking up, remember that bruce may or may not be just now crawling into bed

#with fresh bruises!! #he stopped for donuts first and ate half. second half for later #when he wakes up around 2 or 3 #alfred is sighing heavily somewhere and probably letting arthur know that the bat has been tucked into bed #’safe’ and ‘sound’ or whatever #we civilians: good morning #bruce & other night shifters: good night!

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clarice lispector why this world: a biography of clarice lispector \\ fernando pessoa i have more souls than one: i see boats moving (tr. jonathan griffin)

kofi

#[ 🦇 ] ❛ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 / FILES. #michael scott vc whispering: don't #lots to say not enough spoons #just know i am white cat screaming about this

[batgeance]

the way robert behaved with suki at the met gala last year is exactly how bruce would be with selina if she'd give him a chance!!!!

#the way he's outwardly so much less broody and depressing but no less fucking weird #Yeah. yeah

[batgeance]

paul spotted

#thank you to jessie for keeping my ass in the know our excitement for the pengu show just SKYROCKETED #this fucking fit!!!!! HELLO PAUL <333333 #THE MOMA SWEATSHIRT I'M KJNSTKJHNKSH #laughing my ass off selina's probably swiped shit from moma's gift shop #maybe even that exact sweatshirt bruce would be appalled #everything about this also who gave him the right he looks so good