you paint your walls the colour of your beloved’s eyes you invite him into your home and keep the rest of hell out you fill your shelves with books for both the serpent of knowledge and the angel who fell for only asking questions you stock your liquor cabinet with the same alcohol you drank the night you realised you loved him and almost died for it and when all else fails, you give away everything youve ever loved for even the chance to keep him—to keep the both of you—safe. together.
he kisses you, and leaves the bookshop.
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Jason [for the millionth time]: Please, just PLEASE can I have the code to the batcopter?
Bruce: *exasperated* No! For the millionth time, I’m never gonna give you-
Steph: *popping up beside them* Up!
Dick: *from down the hall* Never gonna
Tim: *through the manor’s speakers* Let you down
Duke: *leaning out from behind the curtains* Never gonna
Damian: *peeking out of a vent* Run around
Cass: *hanging from the ceiling* And
Jason: *smug* Desert you
Bruce: *slamming head onto table* Just take the goddamn code.
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why is it so hard for me to believe that someone actually cares about me and isn’t always going to replace me at any given moment
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thank FUCK for the new jacob content we've been in a drought truly
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