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   I was talking to someone about Plague Rat and they pointed something out to me that I haven’t been able to get out of my brain:
   One of Plague Rat’s biggest things is that he can communicate with pest animals. This being an extremely versatile ability since rats and pigeons are everywhere and basically can act as Plague Rat’s eyes and ears in the wall.
   There’s literally a plot point that the bat family realizes just how much Plague Rat knows through this, but doesn’t use half that information against them. (Come to realize it’s because it steps beyond Plague Rat’s weird and complicated moral code. Remember, Plague Rat is an anti-villain, not a straight up villain.)
   And so, remembering that, they said:  “So if he were in the Harley Quinn TV show, he’d be the guy in the office building who’s always on top of all the drama and gossip.” 
   And, holy shit, that’s a good point-
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psykopaths · 1 month
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Me & who
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ferrouswheel11 · 2 months
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haven't drawn in too long, so. dick & tim marker scribbles
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 7 months
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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Bruce didn’t come here often. Perhaps that was terrible of him but he couldn’t bear to visit his son’s resting place. It was difficult to equate his high-spirited son, bright as the sun itself and endlessly brilliant despite the more he grew up in, to the cold and lifeless stone engraved with his name and words that did not encompass everything his son was to him.
His hands were full of flowers, Jason’s favorite books, a round rock, and his son’s favorite foods.
Bruce didn’t come here often, because it broke his heart even more when he did, but today was a day that love and grief triumphed over his need to avoid.
He walked down the winding pathway, Alfred a silent sentinel behind him. He hated it, but he understood. Today was the only day Alfred allowed himself to be emotionally closed off. He’d lost a grandson.
Bruce didn’t come here often, but his son’s birthday was a day Bruce would remember how to love and live again, just for Jason.
“I will be over here, Master Bruce.” Alfred stopped at his designated spot, where Bruce had added a bench and a draping tree to shade Alfred as he stood vigil.
The first time they’d- it was April, and the sun- after the funeral, Bruce was lost in the throes of grief and had kneeled over the freshly tilled dirt for hours. Alfred had stood there, in that same spot, in the city’s rare blazing sun until Bruce came back to himself.
Bruce had almost lost his second father that day, and what good was wealth if it could not prevent that? And so, water, shade, a bench, and a space heater was added.
Bruce knows better than anyone how stubborn Alfred can be, when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, he didn’t have to raise Bruce after Martha and Thomas died.
“Alright, Alfred.”
Bruce splits from the haggard butler with pointed looks at the water bottles he’d prepared for today for Alfred (who manages, this time, a faint but amused raise of an eyebrow) and walks towards Jason Todd’s grave.
Here where his son is buried, the grass is kept green. In April, Forget-Me-Nots bloomed and dotted the place where Bruce’s world collapsed with bright colors. In August, it is still green, but the tin engraved with the names of the deceased stood out without the flowers.
Bruce kneeled and quietly arranged the flowers before placing them in the tin. He set the platters of food down and uncovered them. The scent of chili dogs made his heart stutter, flashes of a bright smile and book references blinding Bruce with their nostalgia.
He swallowed, grief building, and placed the stone he’d brought atop the gravestone. He sat back, gripping Jason’s book with white knuckles.
Bruce didn’t turn around when clothing rustled behind him. Alfred would have verbally cut down anyone that dared to approach them today, especially here. That he didn’t do so was telling of who it would be.
“I’m still mad at you, for not telling me as soon as you knew.” Dick Grayson sat down, hand over one of Jason’s school bag pins he had carefully attached to the front of his jacket.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“He deserved better. I should have been there.” Dick whispered, placing another bundle of flowers into the tin. It fit, but barely. “I would have dropped everything to come find him. Even if it wasn’t on time, even if it wasn’t enough, I deserved to be there when he was buried. We were family.”
“I know.” Bruce repeated, no less regretful. In his grief, he had wronged his loved ones. “I’m sorry.”
Dick casted a quiet, assessing eye at him. Bruce stayed quiet.
“It’s too dreary,” Dick said. He took out paints, little statutes of robins, bright birds, and bits and bobs Bruce knew Jason would have loved had he been alive out of his pockets.
“It should be more colorful,” Dick murmured as he placed them artfully against the headstone.
They sat there, for a while. Dick glanced at… at Bruce’s hand, and settled down.
It’d been a while since they’ve spoken, but he knew what the man intentioned to do today. This will be the most Dick will have heard Bruce speak outside of his civilian obligations.
Bruce took the cue and gently opened Jason’s book. He’d bought it for Jason- the first gift- and he’d read it to Jason every night. Dick had a similar book.
“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse…”
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A boy with black hair and blue eyes wandered amongst the graveyard. They’ve been here for a while, and the man’s low rumble was soothing to listen to. The shades that hung about the graveyard settled as he read out loud from the book as his son sat quietly beside him.
As the boy, invisible and intangible, brushed his hand against the gravestone, he wondered why they were reading to an empty grave.
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Dick had left long before Bruce did.
And when it was time to go, as stars began to climb and as the cold began to nip at his fingers, Bruce heard a quiet voice.
“Do not stand at his grave and weep,” and Bruce turned, recognizing the poem. “He is not there. He does not sleep.”
But there was no-one.
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striveattemptfail · 8 months
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Red Hood + Kids | Batman: Wayne Family Adventures #82 vs #96 vs #104
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the-witchhunter · 3 months
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I just want everyone to take a moment to think about how funny Damian Wayne would be if he ended up with Adam West campy 60’s Batman but was 100% the same
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little-pondhead · 1 year
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Inspired by this post.
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causeimanartist · 1 year
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He's a rich kid with issues, lots of issues
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elirium · 5 months
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requesting a redraw of this panel
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my hand slipped and i 90s-fied them
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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what would plague rat be like in batman beyond?
Erm... in two words? Not normal.
I kind of have this thought in mind of another time travel thing happening between BTAS and Batman Beyond. Basically, Scarecrow gets sent to the future somehow and ends up meeting the future's Plague Rat.
... This becomes very angsty. You see, in Batman Beyond, Plague Rat's rat cells ended up further mutating, making him more irritable, confused, and started developing serious health problems. Eventually, he needed to be transferred out of Gotham for "help".
By the time he shows up in Gotham again, Jonathan is already dead, and Plague Rat has mutated "beyond" recognition (ha). He's blind, can no longer access his disease-related abilities, and has a device sticking out of his head with wires embedded into his neck. He's basically turned into a body-horror abomination.
And this is what Jonathan is greeted with: (TW: Art depicting body horror and angst.)
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Lookit that thing. It looks like a goddamned horse. That feel when you realize your boyfriend turns into an abomination in the future and you won't even be by his side when it happens. That feel seeing your Frankenstein's lab rat of a boyfriend basically fall apart in front of you when it recognizes your voice. That feel realizing he's mentally devolved below neanderthal levels of intelligence by that point and most likely can't be fixed.
All of that coupled with the realization that the device on his head sends periodic electrical pulses through its body? Yeah, yikes.
The only reason someone hasn't mercy killed this thing is because of Plague Rat's niece. ... Oh yeah, Plague Rat kidnapped his orphaned niece and basically raised her after showing back up in Gotham. She's a known criminal now and steals stuff to reverse what happened to him.
Does she ever manage to fix him? ... No. Plague Rat ends up getting caught up in an unrelated spat, saving Terry and his niece, but ultimately dying in the process.
... Well, there's always the afterlife. Let's just hope he doesn't show up in The Land of Unliving looking like that. (If he even ends up there in the first place, since DC has multiple afterlives. Is afterlives the right term when there's multiple?)
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slothspamsstuff · 4 months
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The Robins on their patrol with Archer Jason "accidentally" putting a few arrows on poor Archmage Timmy's head.
Meanwhile, Knight Stephanie is leading the troupe with Rogue Grayson as the watchman and Warlock Damian using his Clarity to clear their route of any obstacle that might come their way. P/s: This was already done a few months ago but I went back and forth thinking if I should post it or not cuz I wasn't too comfortable with drawing chibis and I thought this whole thing needed to be all polished to perfection, but in the end, I accepted that if I was going to antagonize myself over a piece, I'd never be able to move on, thus I would struggle with my inner monologues again. Plus, I know for a solid fact that I suck at drawing backgrounds so youknowwhatthatmeans I'm scared of backgrounds
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koroart · 1 month
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Superbat 1am WIP — goodnight everynyan 😴
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multifanritz · 1 year
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What if Bruce used tone indicators while texting. Like, he realizes that there's a fuck ton of misunderstandings a lot, especially over text cuz they always assume he's mad about SOMETHING. I'm assuming theres a "Bat-Chat" as well, so he'd use them there too. His most used one is '/nm' probably. But he'd forget sometimes to use them so--
Bruce to Jason
Bruce: Where are you?
Jason: I'm out with Roy
Jason: Why do u care?
Bruce: You didn't say you were leaving. Tell me next time.
*2 mins later*
Bruce: /nm
Jason: Did u just
Jason: Use a fucking tone indicator?
Bruce: Yes.
Jason: Why??
Bruce: I thought it would help clear up misunderstandings when not talking in person.
Bruce: /gen
Bruce: Did it help?
Jason: ...Surprisingly yes.
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Feeling so fucking emotional about Tim/Steph today, I can’t explain it.😭 I wholly blame Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls!
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