Alternate ending to Under the Red Hood where Bruce fucks up the ultimatum scene by virtue of the fact that he has never used a gun before. I can't decide if it's funnier if he decides to kill the Joker and shoots Jason in the arm instead or if he accidentally shoots the Joker and is just like. Better commit to the bit.
Scenario 1:
Bruce, literally refuses to touch a gun, suddenly holding a gun: oh no. I have to choose between my son and the joker, I cannot let Jason die again. I have to do it
*Shoots Jason*
Jason: WHAT THE FUCK OW-
Bruce: I DIDN'T MEAN TO-
Jason: I KNEW YOU HATED ME BUT DID YOU HAVE TO SHOOT ME ABOUT IT?
Bruce: I DIDN'T MEAN TO IT WAS AN ACCIDENT
Jason: ARE YOU KIDDING ME-
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Scenario 2
Bruce, accidentally killing the Joker because he, on purpose, never learned how to handle a gun: oh shit-
Jason, eyes wide: you actually killed the joker for me? 🥹
Bruce:
Bruce, dying inside: y-yes. i killed someone with Gun. on purpose. yeah...
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Rewatched "Slaves to Fashion", and I'm thinking about the ending so much, it makes me feel stupid...
Look at this man. He has no idea what's going on. In his mind he's literally just a golfer, and now he's being arrested for some reason he doesn't know/remember.
Look at his big ol' eyes. He feels so guilty, and he doesn't even know what he did. At least snap him out of the hyponsis first, from his pov, his playing partner just turned into a vigilante and put him in handcuffs. He was just having fun. Playing golf.
This man stole hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars from people, including mostly charity money. But he doesn't know that! He is just A Guy now! He looks like a wet paper towel!
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your bar.
You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.
One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.
"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.
you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"
"Please," he says coldly
you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."
"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar
you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.
she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."
"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"
She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."
the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.
"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"
she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"
you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."
Later that night soap walks up to the bar,
"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"
your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.
the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?
around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.
"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"
"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?
"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"
ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"
"any reason why?"
(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."
"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"
"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."
"id love to get coffee"
"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."
"see you there"
your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?
"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later
"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"
you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.
8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.
"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"
you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.
you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.
"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"
"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away
you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.
side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)
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