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masorad-film · 10 months
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It's a joy to write "the eponymous bank dick spends a lot of time in the Black Pussy" and be talking about a Fields movie. The storyline is an expedient, the supporting characters are stock, the undercranked car chase finale a throwback to brainless Sennett fun. What's great is Fields' screen presence, his sotto voce delivery (Og Oggilby? Sounds like a bubble in a bathtub) and the feck-all attitude towards those who'd have him be anything other than a Souse.
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byneddiedingo · 1 year
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W.C. Fields and Franklin Pangborn in The Bank Dick (Edward F. Cline, 1940)
Cast: W.C. Fields, Cora Witherspoon, Una Merkel, Evelyn Del Rio, Jessie Ralph, Franklin Pangborn, Shemp Howard, Dick Purcell, Grady Sutton, Jack Norton. Screenplay: W.C. Fields. Cinematography: Milton R. Krasner. Art direction: Jack Otterson. Film editing: Arthur Hilton. Music: Frank Skinner. 
I watched The Bank Dick on election night in 2016 once it became apparent that the votes might take the depressing direction they did. Better a flamboyant fictional con man played by W.C. Fields than a real-life one, thought I. Fields is Egbert Sousé (though he insists the accent is grave, it's really aigu), ne'er-do-well paterfamilias of a dysfunctional household, who escapes from his nagging wife (Cora Witherspoon) and mother-in-law (Jessie Ralph) and his horrid daughters Myrtle (Una Merkel) and Elsie Mae (Evelyn Del Rio) to the corner saloon as well as a brief stint as a movie director that somehow leads to his employment as a detective in the local bank. (Honestly, never try to summarize the plot of one of Fields's movies.) It's all inspired, slightly surreal nonsense, adorned by characters with names like Og Oggilby (Grady Sutton), J. Pinkerton Snoopington (Franklin Pangborn), and A. Pismo Clam (Jack Norton). All I can say is that it made me laugh when I felt like crying. 
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badmovieihave · 1 year
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Bad movie I have W.C. Fields Comedy Collection It has The Bank Dick 1940, My Little Chickadee 1940, You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man 1939, It’s a Gift 1934 and International House 1933
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faeriegirlf · 12 days
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you’d been having a rough day to say the least. you woke up late, starbucks had messed up your order and your red lingerie had bled through your white clothes. and now rafe was just being a dick.
“ i do so much for you alright, f-fuck im a proactive type of person okay? “ he stutters out, floppy bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. he’d been going off his rocker recently, his dad dying, and sarah going off with those fucking pouges. “ i mean, fuck! i give you my credit card every goddamn day! “ he yells out, emphasizing it by a loud fist to the table
“ you’re jus’ so mean! “ you cry out, eyes turning glossy quickly, “ all you ever do is yell! “ the tears started pouring out before either of you guys could even register.
he sighs upon seeing the tears, “ alright c’mere kid yeah? “ he mumbles out, wrapping him big arms around your back, pulling you into one of those nice, comforting hugs you get from a close relative after not seeing them for a while. “ i-i didn’t mean to upset you okay? “ he whispers with a small kiss to your scalp, “ ‘m just trying to explain, yeah? you stress me out kid, “ he says, all signs of annoyance leaving him
“ o-okay, “ the words leave your mouth as a small whisper. his strong hand goes to your jaw, forcing you to look up at him
“ gonna be good f’me yeah? “ he whispers quietly, pushing you backwards onto his bed. you agree with a small nod
“ uh, good. ‘cus y’know i don’t just let, my girl just be a little brat yeah? gotta show her who her fuckin’ dad is “ he says, the mean tone returning for a moment with a condescending laugh. his hands slowly unbuckling his belt…
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jasonsutekh · 2 years
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The Bank Dick (A.k.a. The Bank Detective) (1940)
An idle drunk inadvertently stops a bank robbery and is given a job as the detective but brings his own schemes with him.
 The main character easily embodies the comedy in every scene and is the centre of each gag. He’s amusing because he gets away with interfering with everything no matter how limited his knowledge and everyone else just goes with it. There are some witty lines although a few of them have been lost to the period.
 A poor representation of familial relationships is also a clear feature of the story and their treatment of each other makes any happy ending feel somewhat shallow since they don’t actually communicate through any of their grievances. Some of the comedy is closer to banter which is more the filler between moments of humour rather than being humour itself.
 There’s some entertaining anti-bank sentiment and a few jibes at the officiousness that comes with working around money all the time. One of the best comedic elements is that it doesn’t take any circumstance seriously, there isn’t the traditional straight man, so none of the plot twists has any undue drama or pressure and can just be enjoyed for the gags.
 Much of the protagonist’s good fortune occurs by chance which limits his endearment as a hero and it’s difficult to invest in him when things just work themselves out on their own. The comedy type is largely slapstick of the old silent film kind but without as much of the inventiveness so it’s largely repetitious.
 4/10 -It’s below average, but only just!-
 -The writer uses the pseudonym “Mahatma Kane Jeeves” which is a play on the instruction “My hat, my cane, Jeeves!”, these things are handed to the protagonist by the butler at the end of the film.
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moviesteve · 2 years
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The Bank Dick https://bit.ly/3yss5Yf The Bank Dick is one hour 12 minute of WC Fields doing what WC Fields does – comedy in an erratic, chaotic, incoherent and brilliant way. It’s barely a film at all, more a series of sketches linked together by the familiar Fields character, a dyspeptic layabout and drunk who spends so much time and … Read more
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spacedace · 7 months
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Reluctant War AU Part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Everything I know about Flash and the FlashFam (& Flash enemies) comes from fandom and theflashmuseum on tiktok so fair warning on that lol
Sorry if Barry is out of character or things don't line up with canon. Canon is a stranger I think I passed in a crowded room once, I did not ask for its number lol
Anyway, time to touch a bit more on that whole Ancient of the Speedforce Elle thing yeah? Here be a sprinkle more of that and I promise there's more to come haha
Gonna start posting this on Ao3 soon, probably Monday or Tuesday, so heads up I may stop adding these parts here on tumblr once I do
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It lived beneath his skin.
For a long time Barry had never believed in magic. His world was grounded, scientific, made of predictable rules and laws. Tools that could be used to explain everything strange or supernatural away as just another odd twist of the massive universe they all belonged to.
It took perhaps a little longer than it should have to admit that magic was as real as thermodynamics and gravity and atoms. That the world was a great deal stranger than even science - for all its own wildness at times - could account for. There were things that went bump in the night. Hells below and heavens above and things that crawled and clawed their way out from the places in between.
It was almost a little embarrassing how long it had taken him to admit to such things, when considering his relationship with the Speedforce.
A force of the universe. Like gravity or time, pushing and pulling everything along. Something that could be explained with all the familiar scientific concepts that had buoyed him along in life for so long.
Except.
Except.
Buzzing, burning, blistering. Not painful but felt. Making his hair stand on end, his fingers tingle and numb. Sliding against his veins, bouncing between scar tissue and freckles. Pressing out from the confines of his sternum, rattling against his rib cage as it shifted and moved. Twining around each and every vertebrae. Coiling over and under itself within his skull, darting along the paths of his neurons and nerves. It hummed in every cell in his body. Darted and danced in the space between the atoms that made up his very existence.
The Speedforce lived beneath his skin.
Lived.
Not existed. Not contained. Lived.
He couched it in terms of science, but science - despite his long time refusal to acknowledge it - wasn’t really able to explain the full scope of what he could feel. Not just the power of the Speedforce, but the…the identity of it. The living part that made it’s home in his body, existing in a way that was separate from him. Distant and indistinct most of the time, but…sentient.
He could feel it. Warm and excitable, delighting every time he tapped into it. Pushing him from behind urging him on and on, tugging him forward from ahead beckoning to go, faster, faster. Joyful in his victories, despairing in his loses.
It lived beneath his skin.
Until it didn’t.
He followed its joyful calls, pushed beyond what he should, what he knew was safe. Chasing that welcoming chant of faster, faster until he was there. In the Speedforce. More even, was the Speedforce.
He was everywhere. Beyond everywhere. In every possible everywhere it was possible to be. Every world, every universe, every multiverse.
To enter the Speedforce, to merge with it, was to become part of existence itself.
He couldn’t remember everything about it once he came back. He got flashes, sometimes, quick moments in dreams of places, of moments. What stuck with him most had been the feeling of it all. That had been the hardest part of returning. The sense of terrible loss, of having been surrounded by such a giddy, delighted, devoted love only to be pulled back from the heart of it. Returned to how he had been before, drifting at the edge of it all, it had been painful, agonizing even.
He…adapted, eventually. The sense of it all was still there, just distant. Something he’d come to feel he’d see again, someday.
It had been different, recently.
His powers were the same, he just as fast as ever, but…there was something…off. Changed. A sense that while his speed remained, the Speedforce had become, for lack of a better word, quiet. Distant.
He’d been having dreams, since it started. Not the quick glimpses of his time where he’d merged with the Speedforce. No, instead they were more nightmarish. Not nightmares exactly, though he felt like they should be with what they contained, but something else. Something that felt unnervingly real, left him confused and reeling when he woke with the certainty that when he opened his eyes he’d see the same as what his dreams held.
In the dream, he was in a room.
Cement and metal, hostile and brutalistic in design. He was bound in place, standing upright with feet and hands spread wide and locked in place within strange devices. Gleaming chrome and brilliant green, a painful thrum of energy surging through his body - not the Speedforce, something else, deeply unpleasant pulsing through every cell of his being and freezing him in place more firmly then the restraints did. Projectors hung from the ceiling, displaying images of landscapes, changing every ten second or so.
The sight of them made him nauseous, body shivering and spasming with the burning, agonizing need to go, but at the same time there was something distantly soothed by them too. Like a gnawing hunger abated with water and crumbs. The need for food not gone but the pangs diminished by the false feeling of being full.
In the dream he felt like he was dying.
In the dream he was afraid that maybe he couldn’t.
That he’d be trapped alive in that state forever, watching places he’d never see in person again as he was trapped in one place. His mind spiraling his Core splintering under the weight of it all, scared so scared. He wanted his brother, wanted to see the cement walls explode into dust and debris and see him there, ready to save the day like he had so many times before.
He just had to wait. His brother was looking for him, would have everyone in the Realms looking for him. He just had to hold on.
Barry didn’t have a brother. He only remembered when he woke, heart hammering in his chest fast even by his own standards, mouth tasting of bile and body aching with the need to go.
He hadn’t been sleeping much these days, even before the King of the Dead declared war.
It was having its effects, as sleep deprivation always did. His mind drifting, catching again and again on the dream, attention far away from the world around him. How many times had he been startled by someone calling his name, touching his arm? How many times had they given him a pinched, worried look that told him they’d been trying to reach him for longer than they should have before he noticed.
He was aware, distantly, of the glowering, stern faces around him. The flinty looks of his friends’ and partners’ eyes as they stared at the image of Waller’s scowling mug.
She’d declined an in-person meeting, hunkering down in some bunker somewhere trying to avoid the consequences of her latest atrocities. Or maybe just trying to avoid the very real possibility that one of the members of JL Dark might try to kill her for what she’s caused.
Or JL light, for that matter.
Bruce and Clark had their rules that they lived by, but Diana certainly wouldn’t hesitate to splatter Waller’s brains across the nearest available wall. In reviewing footage of one of the last battles - she’d been at the other one at the time, trying to contend with a ghost in the shape of an ethereal dragon - she’d recognized the spectral figures of Amazons long dead, fierce even in death as they fought with a warrior’s pride along side the rest of Phantom’s armies. They followed a figure that towered even above the Amazons, four arms and gleaming armor and a name that Barry associated with ruin and forgotten hope but who was so much more to Diana. Heroes long departed to the fields of Elysium, stepping out of their well earned rest to fight once more.
A few hadn’t survived the weapons the GIW shot them with. Barry didn’t know what that meant, for a ghost to die. If they simply returned to their afterlife or -
He tried not to think about the or.
They’d been going back and forth for awhile now. Voices faraway, muffled. The world felt as if it was underwater, blurred and cold. Clark had gotten to his feet at some point, Waller’s grip on a pen so tight on the screen he expected to see if burst at any moment. It was an important meeting, an important discussion. One he needed to be apart of, aware of, but it all escaped him. Sand held too tightly, slipping through his fingers. On the screen, Waller hit a button on the computer beside her and the image changed.
The world burned back to life in sharp relief.
The dream.
The room.
Cold cement. Projections of unreachable places on the walls. Chrome and green machinery in a configuration meant to contain.
It looked larger on the screen.
Maybe it was how small the figure held prisoner inside it was.
She was young. A child, no older than Superboy Jr. or Robin. She looked like Phantom - her father - but there were differences. Her hair was white, but it didn’t look like the spun starlight of her father’s. Instead it burned, the bright hot crackling of the plasma of a lighting bolt striking. Skin the blur of shapes caught just at the corner of the eye as you ran past, Eyes -
Looking at him.
The image had come up, a live feed - he knew it was live, knew he was looking at her where she was at that exact moment - and she’d been as he was every time he tried to sleep. Trembling and shuttering, eyes squinting against the pain, trying to stay open so as not to miss a single moment of the flat images imposed on blank cement walls. Desperate to fill the fathomless hunger burning deep down in the Core of her.
But then a shuttering breath and her eyes - the burning green of an afterimage - snapped up to the camera. Snapped up to look at him, recognition in her young face. And despite never having seen this girl before, he recognized her too.
The Speedforce lived beneath his skin.
She lived beneath his skin.
He could feel her there. Buzzing, burning, blistering. Not painful, but felt.
Not as felt as she used to be.
The image snapped back to Waller’s face, smug and self-satisfied. Talking - lying - about the how the girl was there, what the GIW’s intentions for her were. Barry was on his feet, but so was everyone else. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, could only hear static, the rush of wind, the crack of the lightning bolt. A call for help.
It was then that the alarms began to blare. On the screen someone rushed in to whisper into Waller’s ear. Bruce was running out of the room towards the Zeta tubes and Barry was right there with him and there was so much chaos around them, men in white and Gothamites and Ghosts banding together to rain terror down upon them and something massive and horrible and living towering above it all and Barry let go of that last bits of logic and thought.
Instinct, older than he was. The echo of a voice that had called him for years now, carrying him along, biding him forward:
Run.
Someone might have shouted after him as he left Gotham behind. He didn’t know.
All he knew was the pounding of his feet upon the ground, the wind in his face, the Speedforce lashing and frantic and hopeful burning and sizzling beneath his skin. Calling him further and further away until he stood in a vast, empty field staring at a single, rusted shack near ready to collapse before him.
He wasn’t alone.
Wally. Bart. Max. More still. Not just his family and friends. Eobard. Hunter. Thaddeus. Everyone touched by the Speedforce.
They didn’t speak. Bodies humming and thrumming, crackling with energy and intent.
Minds as one, they focused on the shed, the hidden hatch inside, the base hidden deep below.
The Speedforce lived beneath their skin, and no one was going to steal it away from them.
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bernard: okay i'm going
tim: hey, be safe, alright?
bernard, lovingly: i will
jason turning towards damian, mockingly: be safe!
damian, hands over his heart: i'll be so safe
tim, embarrassed: will you guys stop. stop. im going to kill you
dick, who just entered the room: but how would that keep us safe?
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GOD i can't wait to see how Santiago fits into this whole thing. homosexually speaking
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webshood · 2 years
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i feel a little unhinged today so i wanna share a little something with y'all :)))
imagine this scenario, so Batman and the JL accidentally going to another earth, it looks exactly like their earth, but there's small details that change everything about this world
one of them is that there's no Batman, the Martha and Thomas Wayne never died in this earth and thus Bruce never became Batman
this earth's Bruce is cheerful, genuinely happy, he's in a relationship with Clark after they meet at a Wayne gala, they had good chemistry and when Clark asked this Bruce out he accepted it, he's now the Justice League's doctor
Batman has not revealed his identity to his league yet, but he has a crush on Clark to some degree and seeing how happy his counterpart is with their own Supes, leaves a sour taste on his mouth
Batman is not good with romantic relationships, but his heart still aches and he's kinda pissy about the whole situation, trying to go back home as soon as possible, the other JL members with him are a little weirded out about his insistence in coming back as soon as possible and they even send Diana to calm him down
Bruce from this earth notices their tension and decides to host a dinner so they can relax a little bit before going home, because when Batman is antsy everyone else becomes a little antsy too and when this affects his own Supes he sees the need to do something
everyone is eating and chatting away, when Bruce mentions he's turning 35 soon and Batman freezes, he's noticed that Bruce didn't mention Dick or Jason in any point of their conversation (Dick should he turning eighteen and Jason been recently adopted)
so he jumps from his seat and literally steals someone's cellphone and start to look for his children, Dick's parents died, but his boy is nowhere to be found, when he looks for Jason there's only one mention of his baby and it's alongside the news of Willis Todd imprisonment
when he starts to pack up the invisible jet for a trip to Hong Kong so he can kidnap his little girl, Bruce asks him to wait and keep calm, tries to reason with him, about how "You don't even know this children here, this is not your earth"
that's when the illusion falls
no matter how good of a life this bruce has, no matter who he's dating, no matter that he doesn't have the childhood trauma witnessing the death of his parents caused, because even if he's not from this earth, they're still his children. this Bruce might be happy, but Batman wouldn't ever be happy without his children, there's no romantic love that can compare to being utterly bullied by his kids everyday
when the league travels back to their earth, Bruce might be able to try and ask Superman out for a date, but he has to absolutely smother his kids in long and tight bear hugs first, because he can't even imagine life without them
bonus: Batman tracks down every single one of his kids (minus Damian because this earth's Bruce never meet Talia) on that earth and contacts his significant others/exes that are safe enough to raise a kid, but nuts enough to 100% believe that he's from another earth, each of them has their own little kid now
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toxicanonymity · 17 days
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boyd-a-thon spank bank donation drive
I will donate $10/fic to PCRF for smutty Boyd Holbrook character fics, up to 18 more fics. Tag me to participate. You can also tag @lustaffairs and #boyd-a-thon. 🖤 More info below.
BACKGROUND: In thanks for these 6 fics, I donated $10/fic to palestine children's relief fund, which is a top rated organization on charity navigator. I decided to continue this for more fics.
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It can be any character on Boyd's IMDB, including - Donald Pierce (Logan), Clement Mansell (Justified City Primeval), Billy (Skeleton Twins), Amos Jenkins (Little Accidents) Mo Lundy (The Free World), Steve Murphy (Narcos), Ty Shaw (Vengeance 2022), and more. . .There's not always a steady flow of Boyd character fics, the fandom deserves to feast (including the amazing gifmakers), and this is what I crave.
I don't care if I've never heard of you, or if it's your first fic. It can be porn without plot. It can be an AU like mafia, stepcest, etc. it can be out of character. 500-3k words? Brownie points from me for vaginal sex or jacking off. But this isn't limited to F/M, you can do a reader or character pairing of your choice.
Target - April 30 but no hard deadline.
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shellxrls · 1 month
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i feel like if JJ fell for a kook he would like totally freak out bc he supposedly hates kooks but he’d totally flip. like pacing and shit 😭
hurriedly striding the garden of the chateau and ranting to john b ab how it was always supposed to be 'p4l' but now his 'stupid junior j' is getting him into trouble 😭.
and john b just side eyes him like.. man you know very well it's not your dick thats the problem! until jj's forced to confront his actual feelings and give them priority over the childish pogues vs kooks segregation.
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graveyard-tales · 2 months
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I have a idea where Jason is shot in the head. It doesn't pierce his helmet but he does go down and does lose consciousness. So Dick and Bruce, who are there and see this happen, shuffle him into the batmobile. Immediately they head for the hospital. The bullet may not have entered his head but that doesn't mean he's not endanger of literally dying. If it's severe, if Jason needs surgery, they'd rather find out among people who can actually perform it.
This is the lead up to my hc that within the batmobile's floor compartment is civilian clothes/id for everyone. This includes a civilian identity Bruce made for Jason. Keeping his first name and his initials while changing his middle and last name. (Something like Jason Pierce Thompson) And a disguise and connecting id for Bruce as the emergency contact for his son.
So Bruce drops off Jason as Batman only for him to immediately ring up Alfred to bring a specific car with plates connected to his identity as he changes and impatiently waits for the hospital to call him. Knowing even when called he'll still have to wait moments to make it believable as possible.
Meanwhile Dick is like "terrified for my brother right now but it's so you to create an id for Jason, even though he has a dozen, just because none of them are connected to you".
Jason is fine, probably, in the end. If I write it, how fine depends on the angst level I'm craving in the moment.
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onlyonewoman · 5 months
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It shouldn't have to be said, but since it DOES need to be said over and over by everyone who has a brain and a heart and knows how to use them both: There is NO excuse for antisemitism. If you can't critizise Israelic POLITICS without saying despicable things about Jews, you are spreading awful, dangerous hatred about people based off their Jewish identity and nothing else. If you want to critizise Israelic politics and the occupation of Gaza etc, you CAN, MUST and WILL do it properly. You KNOW you can. It's literally the easiest thing to do if you use your goddamn brain. Here, I'll help you: "I find the illegal occupation of the West Bank and imprisonment of Gaza despicable." "Hamas is nothing but a terror organization and it must be stopped." "The Israeli government must stop killing innocent people." "The attacks on the kibbutz were horrific, inhumane, utterly despicable, impossible to justify and pure terror." "It's a violation against human rights to deny the people of Gaza and the West Bank basic necessities because of Hamas." "The attacks on the kibbutz and the completely legitimate wish to make Hamas pay for their crimes does NOT give mandate for Israel to kill innocent people in Gaza or on the West Bank." "The illegal settlements is no excuse for Hamas to kill innocent people in Israel." "THE ISRAELI GOVERNMENT IS NOT SYNONOMOUS WITH JEWS AND HAMAS IS NOT SYNONOMOUS WITH MUSLIMS!"
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adhdslugcrimes · 11 months
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Lex: if you don't give me what I want I'll release proof your a homosexual.
Dick: I literally came out when I was 15... It was like global news until Bruce kept adopted traumatized queer kids.
Lex: ah you're impossible.
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Lex: if you don't stop harassing my systems I'm going to release proof your a bisexual.
Wally: I'm out of the closet Lex, married to a Wayne kinda doesn't let you stay in the closet with cameras in your face, dude.
Lex: ugh! It's getting hard to blackmail people!
Wally: well, stop with sexuality and start with something juicy like the room you wrote your smut fics about you and Supes that is so safe it probably survived a nuclear blast.
Lex: how do you know these things!?
Wally: well none of you old ass people keep an eye on me thinking I'm a sidekick still so I just watch, learn, adapt. I know too much, Ra fears me! *Evil laugh*
Lex: starting to wonder who's evil in this situation.
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