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cookie-nom-nom · 8 months

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How to Kidnap Bruce Wayne in 6 Easy Steps

The Batfam decided to have a nice evening together. They had it all planned out. The Joker was JUST put into Arkam, Harley and Poison Ivy were having a date night, and they sent the Riddler a 5k puzzle piece, so they should have a few hours. Hopefully.

But then entered...the comedian. Not a knockoff Joker, mind, an actual comedian serving as the entertainment for the night. The kids were running a bet on the odds of Bruce laughing. Not actual laughter, naturally, but how many fake laughs Bruce would decide to manufacture. Dick maintained it would be 8 times at most, despite what the others thought.

And then a PowerPoint presentation started, with the words Bruce Wayne emblazoned behind the comedian. "Brucie Brucie Wayne. Local philanthropist, runner of jobs and charities and orphanages. Gotham's number one eligible bachelor if and only if you like kids. But Ladies and Gentlemen and Folks, I'm here to tell you otherwise. Because this right here? It's alllll a mask. I know the real Bruce Wayne, and I have the proof to reveal his secret identity."

Bruce was very carefully keeping his eyes on the performer, refusing to acknowledge the eyes latching onto him, or the occasional covert elbows.

The comedian dramatically flourished the remote and changed the slide. A stock photo of a man littering had Bruce's face crudely photoshopped over it popped up. "See! A menace to society! And I have an extremely reliable witness who swears that the recycling bin was three feet away. Tsk. Some people just want to watch the world burn. Which maybe I'd be okay with since we Matched on Tinder, and yet not a single spark despite how much chemistry we'd have!" A wall of unanswered Tinder messages of bad pick-up lines and far, far too many winky faces filled the screen, all sent to a profile claiming to be 'Bruce Waine'. "This MONSTER left me on read! Can you believe it? Ghosted. And that definitely isn't on me, because my Mom says I can make anyone swoon. Who do you trust between the two? Wayne? Some millionaire who could never relate to your everyday experience?" The slide flipped between Bruce suavely dealing with paparazzi and a sweet older woman. "Or Mom, who can make wonderful potlucks, whereas we all know the Wayne Manor has nearly burned down on three separate occasions thanks to Brucie trying to use a toaster!" Technically all villain attacks, but the public needn't know that.

The Wikipedia page's list of philanthropic acts and charities sponsored by Bruce Wayne scrawled across the screen, the comedian gesticulating wildly. "All this?? PROPAGANDA! This is what he WANTS you to think! When in reality, he's a two-faced, duplicitous, littering, puppy-kicking monster who REFUSES to answER MY TEXTS, IT'S NOT HARD! I'M FUNNY AND HOT AND--!" The comedian paused in frothing at the mouth, as if suddenly realizing the audience was there. They straightened, pointedly adjusting their collar. "We all know the true darkness that lies behind his friendly, ditzy, sexy façade. And so our goal is simple: we are going to kidnap this menace for the wellbeing of Gotham (and my love life)."

Step 1: Become an orphan.

"Alright, the first step of Plan 1 is simple. Now that you're an orphan..." the slide changed with a silly transition animation.

Step 2: Irreversible and extensive surgery.

"Now this step is a bit expensive but-" they feigned a surprised face at the protests in the audience. Planted, no doubt. "I'm sorry, what's the hold-up? We don't have all night! This is literally the first step and you already have questions?" The comedian gestured wildly in the direction of the Batfam. Bruce narrowly avoided recognition thanks to his fondness for sitting menacingly in the shadowy corner of the room. "Seriously! There're KIDS in the audience! They're far too young to know how easy it is to get tragically orphaned at a young age and left with no stability and an empty hole in your life to be filled with grief, rage, and fear!

"Sheesh. Some people have no consideration for the faint of heart. Think of the children! Literally, think of the children you will be infiltrating." A flick of the remote and Step 3: Infiltrate an orphanage popped up. "We all know the easiest way into the Wayne household is adoption. Now that you've gotten extensive surgery to appear like a child, the hard part begins.

"Little is known about the entity known as children. I have put together research to aid in your mission. You need to know how to walk, how to dress, how to speak. Do you know what rizz is? Can you dab on command? One mistake and you're dead. You can fool the hearts of men, but children will rip a poor performance to shreds. I should know, I was bullied severely on the playground every time I tried to bring up the question of what the deal with airplane food is..."

The comedian went on, detailing the absurd plan to trick Bruce Wayne into adopting them. It hinged entirely on the fact he was a well-known moron. The Batkids found great glee in piling on the jabs as the comedy bit went on. Step 4: Marketability analyzed the various personalities and attributes of the Batkids to extrapolate how to lure Bruce into adopting the infiltrator, highlighting key traits like 'small' 'looks like a drowned cat' and 'a glare that is really terrifying for a baby to have'. Bruce found that portion almost tolerable, given some of the kids turned upon one another in something akin to a feeding frenzy. But it wasn't long before the full brunt of their teasing returned upon him as Plan 1 concluded with Step 5: Buying rope and duck tape while not looking suspicious and Step 6: Using flower language to apologize (for the abduction).

"...Alright. So, maybe you don't have the funds to shorten the length of your leg bones. Or maybe you don't have black hair and blue eyes. I get it, re-dyeing is messy. If Plan 1 is infeasible for your budget or lifestyle, then I've kindly considered a second revenue of attack."

A massive picture of Batman filled the screen. The crowd descended into mayhem. "Oh don't tell me the entire audience believes the butts match! We're conspiracy theorists here, but I thought you had STANDARDS!" It was possible Bruce's face was going to freeze in that perpetual rictus. Dick waved a hand in front of him, not sure when he last blinked. "Come on people! They're clearly different people. Which is why I'm going to recruit Killer Moth to do a little crime. All the funds that would've gone to child surgery can now be injected directly into the criminal underworld. It's basically the same thing our taxes do but faster! I've thought this through. Killer Moth will do anything for a price and you won't like actually be in danger. I mean, can you imagine dying to some D-tier villain? Cringe. Anyway, this is your 'in' with Batman. He saves you and it's all very heroic. And then you start chatting, maybe get his number; it's going great. It's been a few months of him rescuing you over and over again, and hopefully you haven't died or whatever. At that point you bring up Bruce Wayne. I mean he's getting kidnapped all the time! It has to be incredibly inconvenient for Batman, and he deserves a break for all his hard work. So the next step of this plan is to convince Batman to kidnap Bruce Wayne..."

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The comedian paced backstage during intermission, rehearsing the next segment. It seemed to be going well, a good-sized audience. There was one group in the back that was particularly uproarious, save for one adult in the center. But then, the comedian was suddenly surrounded by children who seemingly melted out of the shadows. "I don't think you are supposed to be back here. Are you lost? Do you need help finding your parents? ....wait, shouldn't there have been guards...?"

"Didn't see any," Tim shrugged. Hard to, when they were strung thirty feet up in the rafters of the auditorium. "Anyway, we've just been adoring your act. Our Dad? Not so much, though."

"Eh, can't please them all. Some people just put celebrities on the craziest of pedestals."

"More like he's listening to someone ramble about trying to kidnap him." Beneath a mask a mile thick, Dad was writhing in mortification.

The way the stages of grief so clearly filtered through the comedian's face was fascinating to watch. "..........Bruce Wayne is in the audience?" they asked weakly. "Like. Right now? Watching? Waiting to ambush me with lawyers?"

"Dad's in the bathroom." Batman was desperately out on patrol to avoid his family's heckling.

"Actually, I don't think he's caught on that you're talking about him yet." Jason grinned evilly.

"Man, I heard he was a bimbo but I didn't know it was that severe. My condolences, truly. Thank god the second half of the interview is about trying to plan a dinner date that doesn't get ruined by supervillains. I do NOT need him coming after me for slander. Uh. You aren't offended, right...?" They could not afford any type of lawsuit. Or controversy. The comedian stuck to petty Twitter bait, not actual problems.

The hoard of children beamed. Suddenly, the comedian realized the exits were cut off. A teen's arm looped around theirs, another surprisingly firm grip across their shoulders. "Nah. Actually, we had some suggestions. How'd you like to do a live interview...?"

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"Alright folks, you're never going to believe this, but during the intermission I was cornered by children. It was terrible, I was having flashbacks to second grade..." an artistic shudder. "But thankfully, these ones just wanted to harass me after listening to me ramble about trying to seduce and/or kidnap their dad for the last half hour. Can we get a big welcome for the Wayne kids! I'd introduce them but they all look identical to me!" A fantastic roar of applause at the sudden special guest segment. "Luckily, these kids have graciously elected to let me interview them so that I have better data to act on when trying to kidnap their dad. And is he in the audience still...?"

"Nope! Still in the bathroom. Has been for thirty one minutes."

"Either he needs to see a doctor or he's locked himself in again. How often does that happen?"

"At least twice a month," Jason grinned. It wasn't an infrequent excuse to explain disappearances.

"One wonders how he survives. I like that in a man. Now, quick question. Which of you is the cutest?"

"Damian!" the hoard chorused. The youngest one snarled at once, rounding upon the others. The comedian scrambled away in what was unfortunately not a particularly exaggerated fashion. There was pure murder in the twerp's eyes.

Luckily, three brothers restraining him appeared to be enough. "Don't worry he has his rabies shot yearly," one smirked.

With cautious steps, the comedian approached where Damian was being dangled like a baby kitten. A few moments of examination, and they delivered the verdict that Damian was, in fact, a precious baby boy. The child hissed nastily. "Look at his beautiful eyes! Adorable. You could just get lost in them. Which is why I plan to print out approximately 30k pictures of this child and plaster Bruce's entire room with them. He'd never be able to leave, absorbed in his adorable adoptee."

"I'm his only biological offspring!" Damian snapped, literally. Dick had to jerk out of the way to avoid losing his fingers to the chomping child. "And that would never work!"

"Really? Doesn't he keep little picture rolls of you and corner near strangers into cooing over them?" The comedian is passed Bruce's wallet by Stephanie. "Wait, how'd you get this?"

"I took it from Dick, who stole it from Jason who stole it from Tim, who took it to reprimand Damian for stealing it from Dad."

"Wow, he is not observant in the slightest! I feel even better about my odds now. Oh, would you look at that, countless pictures..." They pulled out a roll. And then kept pulling, and kept pulling, the camera roll beginning to puddle at their feet. It was almost like a clown's handkerchief, save the fact the string of photos was sturdy enough to be used as a rope if needed. More than one of Gotham's rogues had been captured under the guise of Bruce rambling about his children.

"How much can he fit in one wallet?!" Something metallic clanged to the floor of the stage, and the comedian held up a pair of expanding handcuffs for the audience to gawk at. "Well well well, looks like I have excellent taste in men. Wait, there's also some pepper spray. When in Gotham, I suppose. Wow that's a concerning number of pocket knives...and approximately 2k in 100 dollar bills-- well isn't this scarily similar to the list of supplies I recommended in step 5! What, did he just hold someone ransom? Wait. Oh my god, that's how he made all his money. It's guilt that makes him a philanthropist! And all this time we thought he was perpetually haunted by his dead parents! WAIT." The comedian let the crowd howl, periodically interjecting as they paced the stage with grandiose graveness. "I have had an epiphany!" The laughter finally petered out, the comedian allowing the silence to linger. "Guys," they said, deadly serious. "If he made his millions kidnapping people, and I kidnap him....does that make ME Bruce Wayne???"

Batman had to dodge jokes from his kids for weeks afterward.

#disclaimer i only know the batfam from memes and cursory research (and pestering my comic fan brother)#i just had a SUPER funny dream last night and had to write it down #batfam #batman #dc fanfic #batfam shenanigans #batfamily #batfam fanfic #batfam fic #batfam funny #bruce wayne #do the butts match #dc #something to nom on

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moosieart · 4 months

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Yet another reason to make an Intro to the BatFam PowerPoint presentation:

My older sister confused my Red Hood funko pop for Deadpool. She also confused Damian for Jason.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic that she’s even taken half an interest in my interests, but it’d be nice to get beyond the point of who’s who.

#dc #Jason todd #damian wayne #batfam #batfamily #i really need to make that PowerPoint #Just so I can info dump

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prince-dork-the-companion · 1 year

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Batfam Presentation Night - Pizza

This was heavily inspired by @jasonsfavoriteginger's fantastic Batfamily Presentations Night, where the Batfamily makes powerpoints for each other as "team bonding". I decided that the batfam had so much fun that they made this a regular thing, where they all decide on a prompt, make presentations arguing their side, and present to each other!

I have a few ideas for future themes because this was so much fun but I am open to suggestions!

Anyways, here's the masterlist of the posts for this theme, which was Best Pizza Toppings! I'll be adding links as I post the complete slideshows, lol

And no, I will not be posting them in chronological order, because uhhhhh Steph

Cass

Damian

Duke

Jason

Tim

Barbs

Dick

Bruce

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ectonurites · 1 year

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My powerpoint topic for presentation night with my friends is the batfam and my tim drake section is woefully under-researched and uninteresting. If there were anything you would want people who don't read comics to know about tim drake, what would it be? So far I cover how he became robin, why it's really tough to be the robin in between the one that came back from the dead and the blood son, and that he's bi.

OOOUGH Okay. So, aside from those basics you've got covered, a few other Tim things I think are noteworthy, mostly approaching this with a playful/fun tone (because I think generally that's how powerpoint presentation nights with friends tend to go?)

His bond with Young Justice — Just like, some mention of him forming the team with Kon & Bart, along with the wacky antics those kids get up to & how they become a very tightly-knit group of friends. To pull a quote from Tim himself, "People always ask, 'Why Young Justice?' I'll tell you why: Because we're so damned glad we found each other, that we hold on to each other like life preservers as the flood waters rise. We don't get more complicated than that. We don't have to." (Young Justice (1998) #55)

His plethora of disguises — I'm gonna link a piece of art I did a while back mainly for what I put under the cut, which is a list (with panels) of several of the fun disguises/personas he's taken on while going undercover! He's just got a lot of 'em.

How far he'll go for a plan — Tim can be quite unhinged sometimes... for example creating an entire fake uncle for himself to avoid going to school/getting adopted (Revealed in Robin #138-139), letting himself get kidnapped to go undercover (Robin #154), staging assassination attempts on himself (Red Robin #15 AND Red Robin #25)

Additionally, some other important Tim Things that could be helpful background are explained in this long post about my ideal Tim characterization I did a while back.

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trinitea-fics · 2 years

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I feel like literally every batfam fan has make a powerpoint presentation explaining the extended batfam that they can whip out whenever they have to explain it to their friends. And I’m seriously contemplating making my own.

#batfam #that's the tea #i was lying in bed thinking about this last night lol

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 2 years

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Cryptid Hunting

Meet Cute Monday 30 (on a Tuesday)

Timari January Prompt: Proposal

I had half another idea written when I got inspired by some Tumblr posts (linked at bottom due to 'spoilers'). Stupid evil brain going off on tangents and this was created instead. I may one day finish the other one… maybe…

Also sorry this is late, last week was busy with work and courses as well as feeling blurgh so sleep became priority.

NW: swearing due to Jason

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

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The batfam stared at Tim.

Tim stared back at them.

Everything they needed to know about his proposal was in the briefing packs in front of them. He'd presented his findings with well thought out arguments and with thoroughly researched evidence in a PowerPoint. His proposal was completely sound and should be compelling. But they were just staring at him.

The awkward glances amongst them were starting to annoy him as well.

"Baby bird, don't take this the wrong way," as soon as that statement left Dicks mouth, Tim knew he was going to take it the wrong way just to spite his eldest brother, "when was the last time you slept."

Yup, Tim knew he was right, he was definitely taking that statement the wrong way. Dick yet again wasn't believing him and thinking he's lost it. It was getting repetitively frustrating with the lack of trust in his analysis and blaming everything on his state of mind. He narrowed his eyes and his adoptive father's son.

"What's that got anything to do with this? You've seen the photos. It's something that we really need to investigate. That isn't photoshop."

"Quality is pretty shit Pretender."

"That WHY we need to look into this more!!! The sightings are focused around a set area. We NEED to add a loop to a patrol route to investigate. It's in your claimed territory Jason. Haven't you heard anything about it?"

"Baby bird, please… when did you last rest?"

"Shut it Goldie, Timber is right that there have been whispers near the narrows but there's always whispers. 'Mothman' hasn't done anything to anyone…"

"Yet! Jason Mothman exists. He's HERE in Gotham and he hasn't hurt anyone YET! I've given you all the evidence!! If we got a proper photo and better yet, caught him. We'd have proof!!"

Duke cautiously raised his hand, eyes darting between the trio, unsure of what was actually happening.

"Uhhh are we actually saying that we have the start of evidence that a cryptic actually exists?"

"Yes!!"

Tim exclaims, exasperatedly. Finally someone was getting the point. Duke got it, potentially, he was still having a bemused look upon his face but he was taking the information in correctly.

"All right, why the heck not. I'm in Timbo. But I'm not going hunting mythical beasts when you look more zombie than me. You nap! Then we plan and get our hunting fame on!"

In the background Cass and Duke nodded in agreement to the proposal.

"What?! Guys!! You can't be serious. Tim, baby bird, nap but you don't need to do this."

"Whatever Goldie. I'm gonna win this week's best sibling award so screw you."

Jason dug in his pockets and pulled out his Red Good stylised stickers and gentle(ish) gave one to Duke and Cass before placing one on Tim's forehead.

Tim yet again narrowed his eyes and twisted his mouth in distaste at his other elder sibling removing the sticker from his forehead before he pouted at him.

"Really Jay!"

"Yup, I'm an arsehole, remember. Just a nicer one who gives out stickers than Goldie."

"Hey!! Wait!! That's cheating Little Wing! That's bribery. You can't win with stickers."

Tim nodded to Jason, Cass and Duke packing his presentation away. He had his team, even if they wanted him to nap. He ignored the squabbling of his eldest notional siblings and slipped away. His proposal was a success.

…………..

Red Robin had set up sensors and cameras around the area. Signal was in position on the next roof along, Black Bat a few blocks away and Red Hood was patrolling the area and speaking to his shadow contacts in case they knew anything to help them.

He was monitoring the situation when he heard Red Hood start swearing through the Comms.

"Arghfff! Holy Guns and Shits!! Hey Replacement, you were fucking right!! Definitely not crazy. Get to my location ASAP! I'm on the border of your mapped section. Tracking Mothman now!"

"Told you my proposal was serious!"

"Whatever little Red. Just get your ass here like 5 minutes ago."

Red Robin sighed exasperatedly before quickly tiding the equipment away and grabbing his camera. There was no way he was going to miss this. With a quick final check of the rooftop he shot out his grapple and headed in Red Hood direction.

Signal, Black Bat were with Red Hood by the time Red Robin arrived. They were all transfixed on the roof adjacent to them. Red Robin slowly and silently crept up to them, his camera in hand itching to take photos.

Across from them with bioluminescence spots and glowing red eyes was the original Mothman. It was hauntingly beautiful as the iridescent wings fluttered in the evening light. The creature seemed to be dancing across the roof in flowy steps and billowing wings. Giving into temptation, Red Robin snapped photos like he used when stalking his heros of the past. This really wasn't what he expected when he proposed going hunting for Mothman in Gotham.

"So, ummm, What's the next step in the plan now Red? We got photo proof that you ain't mad and Mothman is real?"

Red Robin blinked at Signal as yes, he knew that his evidence was real, it was just he hadn't planned the next steps properly. Normally with this sort of thing, something would be screwed up or a civilian would be in trouble so they'd just have to interact and boom! full evidence in a fight of some kind. Silently watching never really happened other than for recon.

"Ya do have plans right Replacement? B ain't gonna let Mothy stay ya realise."

Red Robin swallowed, using the time to process his racing thoughts. Signal and Hood were right that they'd hunted, too easily, Mothman, so what now...

"We catch it, take it back to the cave as proof then… release him?"

"Why's release it a question?"

"As B is likely to take over. It's not harming anyone. There's no reports of Mothman attacks, just sightings"

"Fuck it! Let's catch it, take it back to the cave. If B interferes we steal it and release it without him knowing. Basic ex-Robin protocol."

With a nod between the vigilantes they set to work. Black bat stealthy melding into the shadows tracking the creature in it's strange dance. Signal and Red Robin setting up nets and Red Hood with tranquilliser and a van he'd "acquired".

A quick scuffle later a sleeping Moth creature was being transported back to the cave.

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Tim was preening as his disbelievers watched as those who'd trusted him helped unload the creature into a holding cell. He couldn't help the smug feeling that he'd yet again proved his evidence and theory (if a tad out there) were correct.

Watching Mothman through the perspect glass, Tim gained a slight unease. In the dark and distant the creature looked real, but under the dimmed lights of the cave, there was something off about the creature. Tim couldn't place what though.

His siblings gathered around as Tim nibbled his lip trying to work out what he was missing as the tranq wore off and a groaning noise was made by Mothman.

"[Owwww… my head!]"

"Di'ja know Mothy was French?"

"No???"

The siblings all exchange looks, this was not what they were expecting from a cryptic creature. Suddenly, the creatures started to move and… hands appeared out of the wings. With precision they darted about and it started to peel its body away. Like the reverse of a moth emerging from a cocoon, a pale skinned, dark haired person appears.

They slowly blinked bright blue eyes, taken in the situation.

"This is not the roof I was on… ummm… where am I?"

Tim could feel his siblings eyes bore into him and feel heat rising to his cheeks.

"Bady Bird, were you aware that you 'French' Mothman was a Mothwoman. And actually a meta who could peel off their skin?!'

Nightwing was looking panicked as well as frustrated.

"Tt, failure as normal."

"Well, at least Little Red was right. Not all the way, but still right."

"Not helping Little Wing!! We have a meta cryptic in the holding cells?!!!"

"Ummm, not a meta, or a cryptic… just a designer…"

Six pairs of eyes all turn to the 'creature'.

"What?"

"Err, I'm a designer. This is a costume I was testing out for a show. My hotel room isn't big enough to make sure the movements are right. I thought using the roofs would be quiet and give me space to see how it all moved for the dancing."

"Truth Little Brother."

Cass came up and rested her hands on Dick and Tim.

"She speaks truth. Not a meta."

With that reveal the tense atmosphere lightened.

"So, umm guys, we've just kidnapped a civilian designer off a roof and put them in a cell for no reason?"

Cass nodded at Duke.

"Tt, this is your fault Red Robin! Father will not be pleased."

With that Damian stalked off. Dick looked nervously between his two baby siblings before bounding off after the youngest, in hopes of doing some sort of damage control.

"Whelp! I'm out of here Red. Nice knowing you and all, but I'm not staying to watch the fireworks with B. He'll make it my fault somehow."

"Hood!!!!"

Tim turned to see Jason saunter off to his bike and zoom off out of the cave. He turns around hoping to see Cass and Duke but in his distraction they'd slunk off.

Sighing running a hand down his face, Tim looks at the woman before him. She now had taken off a lot of the additional layers and was now clearly wearing a black full body leotard with black ballet shoes. Her lithe body fully on show.

"Would it be possible sir, if you could umm... maybe err... let me go? I'm not planning to cause issues. I just wanted to finish the design before the tour show starts next week. It was my last costume set for the backing dancers."

Tim could feel his blush growing as he took this all in. His embarrassment at the whole situation as well as knowing his siblings would tease him mercilessly later.

"I… errr … I'm sorry for the unintentional kidnap. I thought you were Mothman."

At that the designer's eyes seem to shimmer.

"Really?!"

Slightly confused Tim nods while willing his blush to fade.

"[Excellent! Fantastic!!] That's amazing news. It's what I was after. That you thought it was believable is amazing!!! Uncle J is going to be thrilled."

"Uncle J?"

"Jagged. Uncle Jagged. His whole performance and tour is about Cryptid Hunting, like his album."

"Jagged as in Jagged Stone!!??!!"

"Oh shoot!! Umm, yes, no, ignore that [Sugar! Baguettes!!!] Please ignore that. If you do that, I'll ignore that I was kidnapped by a hero!"

Relief fills Tim as Uncle J was not the Joker and the context made sense that Gotham was his starting place for his tour with the vigilantes being Cryptids themselves. Disturbing the quiet that had settled between Tim and the Designer was loud noises of his siblings arguing with B. He quickly instructed the designer to pick up her costume as he set about releasing her from the cell.

Grabbing her hand, Tim led her to his bike and handed her his spare helmet to put on

"We need to go quickly before the others are back as you *WILL* be interrogated otherwise. Sorry for mucking up your plans."

She turned and stood on tiptoes and placed a soft kiss upon his cheek sending yet another blush to grow.

"No, no, I should have thought more about it being Gotham. But your feedback that it looks real was perfect. Thank you!! Can we go back to where you picked me up. I will hopefully be able to make it back to my hotel room from there."

"Which hotel and I'll just drop you off there, Miss?"

"Marinette, Hotel Gotham please Sir."

"Red Robin."

Marinette sent him a dazzling smile as she slipped her helmet over her head as he placed the costume remains into the bike's travel compartment.

Tim turned his bike on just as Robin, Nightwing and Batman made it down the stairs.

"Hold on tight!" Tim said through the helmet's Comms as he sped away, leaving the drama he will have to eventually deal with behind.

His focus currently was more on the warm lithe muscles of his kidnapped designer as he rushed back towards Gotham, and the internal plans to meet her again.

See @boldlyanxious slight kiss 😜😘❤️

What Marinette looks like.

Concept came from this.

#maribat #dc x mlb #maribat au #ml x dc #mlb x dc #dc x ml #tim x marinette #timinette #marinette x tim #timari #timari january #meet cute monday #meet cute

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turbotaxevasion · 2 years

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Jason’s presentation

Jason is the type to only use PowerPoint. He thinks it functions better than Google Slides ever could. He’s also one to use pictures. They don’t have to be figures, but he likes adding visual aides to every slide. He also tends to go for dark themes, knowing that the light themes hurt everyone’s eyes. He doesn’t always use sources but when he does, he cites them in MLA.

damian’s presentation

tim’s presentation

steph’s presentation

duke’s presentation

cass’s presentation

barbara's presentation

dick’s presentation

bruce’s presentation

bonus presentation

#batfam #jason todd #dc comics #comics #powerpoint night #presentation night

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secondgenerationnerd · 3 years

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Hey, y’all!

So someone asked in the comments of my big “Batfam PowerPoint night” post if I would write a fic about that.

I will not lie, I hate giving presentations. I’m good at giving them but I hate giving them.

So! As a bit of a compromise, y’all can send in requests for certain presentations. It’ll likely be the title page and maybe a slide or two more (depending on the presentation. Dawn Allen’s is getting the whole damn thing 😂😂😂)

If you want to request a character that’s done more than one presentation (i.e. Mar’i, Jon, Irey, Jai, etc), just specify which presentation!

I haven’t don’t YJL yet but if y’all want to request a character from that team, go for it!

I will link all the posts I’ve done here, with a few edits:

Batfam

Superfam

Flashfam

Omega

Epsilon

Now the topic changes/added topics:

Colin- “God Doesn’t Hate Anyone: Most Misinterpreted/Taken-out-of-Context Bible Quotes”

Bruce— “Things I Never Thought I’d Hear My Children Say”

All Bruce’s kids— “Bruce in ‘Dad mode’”

Helena (with help from Alfred)— “My family as Cat Memes”

Reyes siblings—“Which of Us Has The Cuter Redhead”

Lian— “Why Friends to Lovers is the Best Trope”

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psychovigilantewrites · 4 years

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I’m just imagining Tim making a whole ass PowerPoint detailed presentation on why carter should be executed and the batfams just like 0.0 and Bruce is like “...Tim, we don’t kill. (But u can maim)”

ASDFGHJKL HAHAHA Bruce lowkey also hates Carter HAHAHAHA

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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I mean, here’s the thing....

I’m more than capable of writing positive Batfam posts, meta deep dives that don’t dwell overlong on negativity, serious content, light hearted content, content about each and every one of the Batfam....anyone familiar with just a few different samples of my posts knows I do not lack for topics to happily ramble on about for absurd lengths. Hell, I’m pretty sure there’s a direct correlation where like, the less negative emotions I have about the content I’m writing, the LONGER it ends up being.

So its not like I particularly need or want to be the ‘loud angry scary adult cis white man yelling at kids’ to have something to say or talk about. Or that I particularly like that state of mind. I’m certainly not unaware of my privileges or that I can be off-putting or not someone everyone wants to be around on here. Its actually something I put a lot of thought into regularly, as personal accountability is such a big deal to me, and that certainly includes my own. There are times where I’ve looked back on something and thought yeah, I definitely could’ve dialed it down there.

But not gonna lie, given that personal accountability is kinda My Theme and I DO put a lot of time and effort into being self-aware and taking care not to cross certain lines, whether you believe me or not or agree with where I draw my lines or not....

Its more than a little obnoxious to regularly see my positive posts and my emotion-neutral meta posts and even my negative critical of canon posts take off and get hundreds of notes in just a couple of days....

But without fail, any time I so much as suggest that fandom’s perpetuating some of the very same toxic tendencies I criticize canon for, with the extension of that thought being hey fandom, unlike canon and how its written, we actually can do something about how we write these very same matters and slowly but surely normalize reader resistance to canon still perpetuating those ideas in the future, and maybe someday even they might buy a vowel and realize hey, our audience does not like what we’re selling here.

*Shrugs* Or maybe not. But even SOME changes to how specific problematic tropes and dynamics are being written in fandom currently could still only be an improvement, is all I’m saying.

Except, every time, without fail, no matter HOW I go about saying it, how polite, mild, civil, non-accusatory....its either crickets or immediate heels dug into the sand as often the very same people who commented on my neutral meta with variations of ‘this is pretty insightful’, like at the mere SUGGESTION its worth taking a more critical look at their own content to see what they might unknowingly be perpetuating and like....the very idea of asking fic writers to be more accountable for what toxic tendencies we perpetuate within our own creative works, even just among our own far more limited platforms....

Its like... HOLD UP! I AM BEING ATTACKED! WITHOUT CAUSE! WHY DO YOU HATE THE FANS? WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ALL THIS STUFF ABOUT THE ACTUAL COMICS???

And its just like....uh....I did. I do. You were there. You were saying I was making some really good points. But without calling any individuals out or making specific insinuations or personal attacks....I am suddenly just the most unreasonable of the unreasonables, because I dared say “hey, we can’t do anything about what canon writes, but we can do something about the things we write, and actually transform some of the more problematic tendencies and dynamics from canon into things that benefit all the characters and all the fans.”

But nah. Without exception, those posts either get nada or they get vitriol, no matter my own linguistic volume....and meanwhile, posts I made just before them and just after them are now hitting the thousand notes mark. So I kinda can’t help but wonder, is the problem really that I magically lose all ability to grasp supremely basic concepts and start spewing irrelevant gibberish anytime I’m critical of fandom specifically? Or.....just spitballing here....is it at ALL possible that maybe I’m not as much of the problem there as you want to make me about to be?

Like, say what you will about how toxic my more negative, angry posts can be, but personally, I think artificial positivity is just as toxic....plastering a ‘I see nothing wrong here’ sign with a smiley face over a bunch of mold doesn’t actually accomplish anything but allow that mold to fester and grow even further, without notice, until it becomes too widespread to ignore anymore at which point its usually rooted so deep its impossible to get out.

So yeah. I get angry, the all caps come out, and the volume level of my posts on those subjects rises. Its something I’m aware of and something I’m okay with and stand by with certain posts and that I decide I’m not okay with and keep an eye against repeating with certain other posts. Its a process, it doesn’t have an endpoint or finish line, and I’m okay with all of that.

What I’m NOT okay with though, and never will be, is the heat I draw for that and the condemnations and criticisms of my behavior and how toxic and unpleasant I make fandom with those posts....as though the tendencies I’m pointing out in them, by virtue of already being present throughout fandom, don’t already make it toxic and unpleasant in a lot of ways, for a lot of people.

But for all the times I have someone respond to me or call me out specifically for one of my angry posts that very deliberately are made with no specific individuals in mind, just generic references to fandom wide tendencies as a whole....there’s a whole lot of ‘helpful advice’ for all the things I should do different or better to avoid making fandom a more toxic place.....and not a hint of awareness that there’s anything at all they could be doing differently to make fandom less toxic than it already is in various ways.

So just saying, I’m kiiiiiinda not super keen on being lectured for my shit by people who are committed to the belief that their own shit doesn’t stink....WHILE AT THE SAME TIME, I have a good half a dozen positive or neutral meta posts still making the rounds through fandom and consistently picking up notes that according to the tags, generally seem to be viewed as adding positively to fandom in their own respective fashions.

Which basically from my perspective, makes things look like this:

Me: regularly contributes positive content that’s received positively by lots of different parts of fandom, not just the Dick Grayson stan corner of it, with zero negativity attached to these posts....regularly contributes meta content that’s deemed insightful and adding fresh viewpoints by lots of different parts of fandom, not just the Dick Grayson stan corner of it, again, with zero negativity attached because it doesn’t rely on putting down any other characters to make whatever points I’m after.....

....but then contributes posts that are critical of certain specific characterizations and viewpoints within fandom itself, without actually having a twelve step powerpoint presentation attached detailing ALL FANS MUST DO THIS INSTEAD....and instead I usually just include a spectrum of possible alternative takes.....

But wait! Nooooow comes the pushback. Which usually sounds like various forms of this:

Stop trying to police us! La la la la can’t hear you over the sound of your moral superiority complex! You just want us to do exactly what you want us to do which is gaslighting and the very same abusive behavior you talk about which makes you abusive!

And also, a bunch of changing the subject or avoiding addressing various points I raise completely.

Maybe you see my issue? I don’t need tips on how to be a positive fandom presence, I actually don’t have any trouble creating positive content or meta, a large amount of which is deemed insightful and humorous and otherwise well received....but the second I make a criticism of fandom and suggest there’s things fans could be doing differently to address the toxicity existing around various characters in various respects, instead of just keeping everything about DC’s flaws which none of us including me have any kind of platform to even reach DC with......

Suddenly I have ZERO idea what I’m talking about, I clearly don’t get the point of fandom, period, I’m obsessed with my own moral righteousness, and am like, so out of the ballpark misguided its not even funny, and I need all of this explained to me like a five year old, because everyone obviously should get that ‘we’re just fans, why are you blaming us for things we write specifically instead of DC who are getting paid as if that’s even the point?’

So yup. I get ticked off, I make more posts venting about being ticked off, rinse and repeat and my volume goes up.

And that’s it by the way.

You’ll notice, that’s kinda the worst that ever happens, because I literally have never done anything but....type posts with lots of capitalized letters. I don’t target specific individuals, I don’t harass people, I don’t @ specific fics or fic writers or urge people to flood their comments or ask boxes with callouts. I’ve never called anyone in this fandom names or made personal attacks other than the posts various people have felt targeted by because my description of specific tropes or tendencies I have a problem with apparently made them think I was talking about them I guess? Hmm. Weird.

So what’s the point of this post? Idk. Nothing really. Not trying to accomplish anything, just putting my thoughts out there as a way to work through them because like....that’s literally what I have this blog for, lmao. And FYI, I super don’t appreciate the tactic of condemning me for my quote unquote rage issues and framing all this as me yelling at kids on the internet....kids, specifically, and oh right, just screaming at people rather than addressing my own abusive behavior.

Since abuse is a hugely personal and important topic to me, let me just say accusing me of abusing generic fandom in general (since again, I haven’t actually made any of this personal about any individual with my fandom criticisms)....like, I’m quite willing to consider and address flaws in my own behavior when raised, but I’m not a fan of being called abusive in a context that demonstrates a complete lack of awareness as to what abuse actually is.

You don’t like me yelling on my blog? Fine, you don’t have to like it, or me. But abuse is the exploitation of a power differential, taking advantage of power one person has over the other, or that the other person just doesn’t have period. The fact that I am an adult cis white man does not make me aggressively capitalizing stuff in my own posts the same as “the same triggering position of the cisgender man who screams and makes kids feel scared and wince and hide from your posts.”

Like, lol, nice. Classy. I mean who cares right, that yeah, even acknowledging that we can legitimately sense tones and moods through even written text.....a person ranting on their internet blog is not remotely interchangeable with the physical presence of an adult cis white man loudly screaming in your face and with the potential for immediate consequences and harm. Does that mean the tone of my posts is above criticism? No. It means exactly what I said. The one is not the same as the other.

Secondly, the repeated insistence on me yelling at kids...and this person I’m quoting isn’t the only one who’s done this, FYI, and its crap. Am I unaware that there are a lot of minors in fandom? No, I absolutely am not. Its why I make a point to check the blog of someone I’m replying to heatedly before I respond, to make sure they’re not a minor, and if they are, I don’t engage. So that I can categorically state, with complete certainty, I have never yelled at a kid in this fandom. Do my generic yells about ‘fandom’ not include kids then? Yeah, you could say kids are included there, though again I’d have to question why my criticisms of specific handlings of specific subjects somehow equates to me yelling at specific individuals, whom apparently are all kids and only kids. Like, framing my posts as being all about me screaming at kids specifically is a deliberate choice with a clear aim of making me look as bad as possible. This isn’t subtle.

Third, as an abuse survivor I’m keenly aware that doesn’t exempt me from being abusive myself, but it does mean I find it really fucking gross to be labeled abusive because my posts make kids feel scared and wince and want to hide from my posts. As someone who as a kid absolutely had to hide from their abuser in fear, I really, dearly would love to know what exactly it is about the capitalized sentences written by a man who couldn’t even pick a stranger’s URL out of a lineup, that’s so scary that kids, specifically, want to run and hide from the big bad posts. No, seriously. Go on. Please tell me what exactly it is about my screaming rage issues as conveyed by my posts, which pose any kind of threat or even the potential of threat for someone who I’ve never interacted with and only feels personally attacked by my posts by virtue of associating themselves with the behaviors or tendencies I’ve centered in those posts as the things I’m specifically angry about.

I also apparently am abusive because that’s what you call it when I gaslight or attempt to gaslight a fandom....which is apparently what you call it when my fandom policing tries to get everyone to do exactly what I want them to do. Which again is pretty interesting to me given that I’ve literally never told even generic ‘fandom’ at large to do anything in specific other than....’hey this thing I think is shitty and thus am criticizing shouldn’t be a thing, stop doing it.” Oh wait, I’m sorry, I also ask people to consider their creative impact and not insist on pretending everything we write exists in a vacuum and has no potential to carry harm, and just keep this in mind when making our creative choices. Still not sure how that’s demanding everyone do things exactly the way I want them, since the only clear and actionable request or demand in all of that is...omg....HE ASKED THAT WE THINK ABOUT THE STUFF WE WRITE, HOW COULD HE???

Like, literally, that’s the furthest any of my angry, rage-borne DEMANDS have gone: I’ve asked people apply more personal accountability to their own creative works and not take their potential impact for granted just because they’re a fic writer rather than a published one....and oh yeah, not engage in perpetuating certain tropes or dynamics I consider toxic.

Now, anyone is certainly welcome to disagree with my take on any or all of those tropes, tendencies or dynamics being toxic....but to do so, like, you need to actually DISAGREE AND MAYBE EVEN TELL ME WHY. But the overall refusal to engage with any of my posts criticizing certain fandom tendencies regarding the characters, other than to make it about my overall toxicity and RAGE.....like, that means that I keep making posts that include specific examples for what I’m describing and why I think they’re toxic, and nobody’s actually made any kind of case for me being wrong in any of those posts? So.....its not actually gaslighting to try and convince people these things I bring up are toxic....when I’m actually including reasons and examples of the things I’m talking about in order to convince people, and I’m not actually ignoring, evading or misconstruing counter-arguments....because nobody’s actually making counter arguments in the first place!! That’s not fucking gaslighting, that’s called EXPRESSING MY VIEWPOINT ON A MATTER.

And for the record, like I said earlier, abuse is the perversion or exploitation of a power differential. Try all you want, but you can’t claim I have power over myriad specific individuals I don’t even know EXIST without them interacting with me directly....power that I’m then exploiting just by yelling at stuff on my blog. Yes I’m aware of my overall privileges as a cis and white man. But none of those change a damn thing about the fact that I’m not actually yelling at anyone in specific and people reading my posts have to decide for THEMSELVES whether the thing I’m pissed about is a thing they do before they can even CLAIM to feel at all ‘targeted’ by my RAGE (with me still not being able to tell from that who any particular individual this might apply to is, and also, THATS NOT EVEN THE POINT OF ANY OF MY POSTS)....NOR do any of my privileges negate the fact that every single one of you exists in varying physical distances from me, unknown to me, and I have ZERO power to compel you to even read my posts in the first place, or to keep you from exiting your browser or app or even just going ahead and blocking me to be sure you’re ‘safe’ from the big bad abusive boogeyman and his posts of Gaslighting and Rage.

Me venting on my own damn blog, even knowing that other people can see what I post and share it if they want, is NOT the same thing as screaming in your face and making you want to wince and hide, no matter WHO you are. It just literally isn’t. Doesn’t mean you can’t have a problem with my posts or my tone, it just means what it says. Its not the same thing, they’re not interchangeable or even comparable, because NONE OF YOU ARE A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE. There are NO possible consequences to ignoring, disagreeing with or just scrolling past my posts, firstly because THERE’S ZERO WAY FOR ME TO EVEN KNOW THAT, IF I EVEN CARED. Nobody, kid or adult, can ever HIDE from my posts, because that would first require MY POSTS EVER BE ABLE TO FIND THEM. Whatever the hell THAT even means.

You’re not my prisoners. You don’t have to be here. You’re not even ACTUALLY HERE. Nobody owes me an audience, and honestly, the lack of one wouldn’t change all that much because I babble on all the time about shit none of my followers actually care about, because I post for ME first and foremost, and people from there are welcome to do whatever they want to do with my content, or do nothing with it at all. I literally don’t care, other than thinking its shitty that so many people find my content worthwhile except and until I get critical of fandom behaviors at which point they only engage with it to make it all about ME and MY toxicity instead of anything I actually posted about. Which I then...gasp...vent about. How dare I be angry in the space I cultivated for myself online and other people chose to look in on by their own choice because rather than being threatened or bullied into doing so, they found at least something I’d said interesting enough to be worth listening to hear what else I might say.

I HAVE ZERO POWER OVER ANY OF YOU. At most my posts hold some weight for the people who think I generally have interesting or insightful things to say, but that’s literally it, and that’s the result of me having said things they find interesting and insightful overall. I can’t MAKE anyone do anything, if I’d ever even tried to make anyone do anything other than actually LISTEN to what I ACTUALLY am saying on certain subjects and CONSIDER IT. So if we’re going to throw words like gaslighting around so carelessly, we might want to hold that one up next to the phrase ‘fandom policing’ I so often get accused of....as though I’m any kind of actual authority with actual power to actually enforce any actual agenda I even actually have.

Which brings me to the last thing I want to touch on, which is my supposed moral righteousness, that oozes all over everything I post and drowns out any good points I have to make, which again, apparently is just in terms of fandom criticisms, since every other point I’ve ever made in fandom seems to come through just fine.

Like.....tbh, I don’t really know what to do with the many times I’ve heard people say I’m self-righteous and obsessed with my own moral righteousness. Considering like...I’m not shy about acknowledging my flaws, I know perfectly well I can be loud and angry and aggressive in my posts and have talked plenty before about not being super proud of that, I’ve never claimed to be a saint and I don’t think my actions and choices are the gold standard everyone should adhere to. In fact, the only time I make a point to state what *I* do or did or what *I* think or believe....is when its directly relevant to something critical I’m saying.

And you think that’s because I want everyone to be aware of how moral and righteous I am? Fucking please, if I were as self-absorbed as you people make me out to be when giving me shit, I just wanna know when you think I’d have time to squeeze out 10K of random Batfam meta every other day, instead of being busy finding new things to say about myself.

Literally the only reason I make a point to bring up my own behavior or choices when criticizing others is because PERSONAL ACCOUNTABILITY IS THE CORE THEME OF LITERALLY EVERYTHING I SAY IN THIS REGARD.

And you know what personal accountability requires? A willingness to acknowledge and address your own behavior. Which is why its kinda hilarious the consensus seems to be I’m too up my own ass to even be aware of my own behavior or actions, given that the literal actual reason I bring up examples of what I did or think when making posts about personal accountability....is to stress that REGARDLESS of what those things were, I think its important to not just be talking out of my ass. But rather to emphasize I hold myself to the same expectations I’m asking other people to consider, I’m putting it out there and on the record, here’s what I did relevant to this matter I’m talking about and why I made that choice....see, I’m not asking anything of anyone else that I don’t expect to be held to myself. ITS NOT ABOUT TRYING TO IMPRESS PEOPLE WITH MY MORAL RIGHTEOUSNESS, ITS LITERALLY JUST ME TRYING TO ESTABLISH I’M NOT LOOKING TO BE A HYPOCRITE IN THIS REGARD, SPECIFICALLY.

Like, is maybe that unnecessary and counter-productive? Could be, its something for me to think about some more, but gotta tell you, its a little hard figuring out what will and won’t work when I’m STILL waiting on the first time someone actually engages me on an actual criticism I’m actually voicing about fandom.

*Shrugs* Whatever. Like I said, I don’t even know if this post has a point beyond just getting this all out of my head, so whatever. Make of it what you will. People will likely still just keep viewing me however they already do, for better or worse. Oh well. C’est la vie. Its not the end of the world anymore than any other post I make is, no matter how much RAGE I imbue it with. As I’ve always said, that’s literally the only reason for any of the posts I make ever...I’m just getting them out of my head and down on paper, so to speak, in whatever mood I’m feeling while thinking about that topic. Yeah, I phrase things for a generic fandom audience most of the time, other than when I’m talking to someone directly, but never have I made a post with an entitled and expectant belief that people will take every word I say literally and regard it as a directive for what they should do and how they should live their lives. Since, y’know, I don’t actually think I should be the ruler of everyone’s choices.

Over and over I keep repeating, I just want people to put more THOUGHT into their choices, and keep in mind various contexts that yeah, I think are relevant to certain topics, sue me. Because the vast majority of creative choices I take issue with, I actually fundamentally believe are just the result of a lack of thinking critically or with a broader awareness of various implications or repercussions. Shocking though this may seem, I’m actually a big believer that humans are inherently good or at least have the capacity to be.

The thing that amps up my frustration and ticks me off so often is how much time and effort I end up wasting trying to get people to address the actual things I’m asking them to consider, instead of dancing around it and evading it in every way possible, not even like, as an attempt to counter it, just willfully refusing to let it be about the topic I ACTUALLY raised.

And yeah, just FYI, to whom it may concern, since this is so often relevant it seems.....gotta say, I find it particularly odious that WITHOUT FAIL, the very same people who carelessly throw out ‘don’t like don’t read’ as the catch-all solution to every issue anyone ever might have with something in fandom, as though its that simple.....

Time after time demonstrate a COMPLETE refusal or inability to take their own damn advice, since NONE of this would ever even come up if the loudest advocates of that system actually APPLIED it themselves.

And simply....didn’t read my posts.

I fail to see why I’m expected to do what they don’t consider worth doing themselves, to spare themselves the aggravation (or fear) from reading my posts. Let alone interacting with them.

But whatevs. When do I ever know what I’m talking about anyway, lol, on account of all this RAGE I’ve got mucking with my head and objectivity.

Oh well, gotta go. KALEN SMASH!

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