Neurodivergent And Queer People How Are We Feeling?

they would have been besties and she would have slayed in this scene 😌💕

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Finally played this game (watched as my neighbour did all the work while i chose between bonus doors)

This two are my favs, their vibes are good

I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~

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Twitter OP is the one making them, by the way.

Your Straight Venomous series brought joy to my shriveled little heart. 💖 If you are taking requests could you please do something with bat fam about how they would navigate finding out the grumpy coroner who helps them on cases, and they pine over is a vampire (wears sunglasses constantly, always hangry, routinely dents drywall, drinks weird red smoothies) and they have to help the poor dear overcome her beastly nature and only they can help her yadda delusional but well intentioned yadda

Cold cases warm faces

A/N: Okay so happy to hear you’re enjoying my work thank you so so much for your comments 😭❤️ Tw//blood, dead bodies mentioned, canon typical violence, I hope you enjoy this was so fun to Write!! Aged up Damian as always

So big bad Bruce is the first of our yans to fall and it has a lot to do with your mysterious/grumpy nature

He see’s himself in you a bit, with all the brooding and the solitude

You had a reputation amongst the medical community, poor attitude, never socializing, but your knowledge on the subject of death was unmatched so he sought you out one day

Most people try to butter up the dark knight but not you, you treated him as any other, if not an occasional nuisance, which only deepened his ever growing interest

It isn’t easy to distract a man like Bruce, but you did. He spends a lot of time trying to figure you out, sure he’s met people unaffected by death and dead bodies before but you’re on a different level

You haul cadavers around like it’s nothing, discus decay and rot like it’s the weather, and he could have sworn he’s seen you bend a scalpel in a moment of frustration.

Soon Dick hears about you and just has to check you out, it wasn’t often Bruce spoke of “work friends” so you had to be something special right? First time he stops by is just for an introduction but he ends up to enamored with your cool collected vibe he stays until your shifts up

Dickie boy has no idea something’s up with you beside the fact that your snark and demeanor got him kicking his feet at the thought of ya, reminds you of a gnat in the way he’s always around. He tried to play it off as work in the beginning but eventually dropped the charade to hang out, he starts bringing you lunch

He’s looks so heartbroken when you don’t eat and as annoying as he is you indulge him with a few sips of coffee now and then, if only to get that kicked puppy look off his face. He’d always ask you what you wanted to eat and each time you’d give him a shrug muttering something about a strict diet

When he finds out he goes from offering take out to offering himself, comically draping his body across the cold table, his fingers teasing across his veins, his face would be like ‘😏’ the whole time

He asks Tim to give him access to the cameras in your workspace, just trying to see who he’s working with he says(yeah right)

Easily enough Tim has access to you at anytime and it starts off as a pure curiosity thing, then he finds himself watching you during his free time, fascinated with your peculiar habits, growing more and more frustrated, because all too quickly the screen wasn’t enough, he needed to be in the room

It comes to a head for dear Timmy when he sees you take Dick up on one of his many offers, your mouth latched to his wrist and despite the grainy footage, he could see the enjoyment on Dick’s face. Definitely breaks the mug he was holding because why does he get to have all the fun?

The whole undead thing doesn’t phase him nearly as much as you feeding on his predecessor, and not for the reasons you’d think like he’s up and down jealous

Introduces himself officially to you not long after, out of everyone he’s the person with the same sleep schedule as you, leaving ample room for late night bonding but unlike them he doesn’t bother with the ‘I’m here for work thing’ he befriends you as Red Robin and as soon as he can he’s confessing his identity, hoping his baring of the soul will lead to your own

Sure he already knows everything but he wants to hear it from your mouth🥺

Bruce confronts you one day, having long since put the pieces together, stresses the idea that you’re safe with him and how he’s on your side, that he’d help you in anyway as long as you weren’t running around killing folks, the blood drinking does cause him unease only because if anyone else caught on he’s sure you’d be targeted.

Your assurance doesn’t do much to quell his anxieties, because yes you know what you’re talking about, it didn’t take him long to discover your nature, so who’s to say no one else will?

Is adamant in you not killing, when you explain that you source your food from your job he unclenches a bit, but not much

He won’t be satisfied until you’re living at the manor where he can keep a watchful eye on you but you don’t need to know that until he has your room ready

In the midst of all this Jason stumbles into your life quite literally. You found him in an alleyway drawn to the thick sent of blood in the air, he was leaned against the trash, his helmet still on, and with a sigh you hauled him over your shoulder and brought him to work

It took a few sips of your blood for his body to start to mend and he awoke soon after. You weren’t worried about him turning since he’d need to die immediately after consuming it but I digress

You were the last thing he seen before he knocked out, and the first thing he seen waking up, you hit him with a “Glad you’re not dead now beat it.” and a small smirk and the man was a goner

He tries to repay you in many ways, one by not being nosey but come on could you blame him? Not only did you lift him like he was nothing but his wounds were completely gone, he figured you were just a meta with healing abilities and that was good enough for him

Another way is he appoints himself your personal bodyguard, at first watching from a distance, just making sure his guardian angel was safe, and then he seen Bruce leaving your office one night and positively looses it

How dare he try to creep up on the best thing in Jason’s world??😡 you were his Angel(like bae you’re the one late to the party but go off ig)

He storms in about to demand how you know the old bastard and warn you about him only to see you necking the fuck out a blood bag, I’m talking fangs out eyes glowing, you should have been terrifying but he has stars in his eyes

You’re exhausted at this point just dying to go home and sleep it all off when in storms Red (in all his excitement he forgot to introduce himself so it’s his name in your head) and just when you think you’re gonna have to eat a vigilante he’s throwing off his helmet and lecturing you about “Fuckin’ around with that old man” and how you were bound to be caught and how he’d have you thrown in Arkham for your nature and-

You tuned him out, slowing blinking at the man, because to you this was your second meeting, and he sounded genuinely concerned about your well-being, you chocked it up to saving him and brushed all his worries off with a shrug

“I think I can handle the Bat Red.”

His lil heart went boom at the nickname and he’s in full on question mode

“How often do you uh, eat?” As often as I want “Do you burn in the sun?” No but it is uncomfortable “Do you want some of me?” Uh sure

And just like that you have three people practically begging to be your food, sure having this many people know your secret was dangerous but you had a feeling they weren’t about to rat you out

Damian is our last domino to fall and it’s entirely Bruce’s fault.

He tried and succeeded for a while, at keeping you away from Damian, not because he didn’t trust you, but he knew his son well enough to know he’d see you as the threat you were.

Bruce knew Damian wouldn’t trust you and may even expose you, so he kept it on the low.

But one cannot simply hide something from the Damian Wayne

He knows something’s up with his family and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

He’s overheard his father and Alfred making plans to build something, some sort of containment room, he’s seen the hearts in Grayson’s eyes when he spoke of his ‘new friend’ when Tim was around his eyes were glued to his phone, torn between watching something and eagerly texting someone Jason had stopped coming around the manor, granted he wasn’t there a lot but to ghost them like that? Something was up

He manages to tail his father one night, blending in seamlessly with the shadows, lurking like the goblin he is, only to be disappointed

You were just some coroner. A random citizen with nothing of note on your record. You were utterly normal and he left with more questions than answers. Is all but ready to abandon this investigation until he spots Grayson sliding in through one of the windows

And Drake showing up at 2 in the morning out of costume

And Todd walking you home.

He knew he needed to find an opening to size you up in person but damn was it hard with someone at your side constantly. He was surprised they hadn’t run into one another considering they didn’t go a day without visiting.

And as if the heavens were listening his father was called away for league business, Grayson was reluctantly pulled to Bludhaven, Drake was watching one half of Gotham while Damian was entrusted the other, and Todd was nowhere to be seen.

Almost like the city knew the Knight was out of town, all the crazies were out and about, he’d been working his way through the streets, calling in a few arrest here and there before finding himself at your office.

You lift your head at him surprised at his entrance but also having met the rest, you figured he’d find his way to you one way or another.

“You’re that Robin guy right? What do you want.” You sighed out sure he was here for a case.

He glared at you through his mask, his hands firm at his side as he strode to the reception desk you sat behind.

“Here on official business. I have questions and demand answers. It’s in your best interest to comply.”

“Oh you demand them?” You laughed “Okay I’m in a good mood, what can I do for ya.” The way you were absolutely unbothered got under his skin fast but before he could start his interrogation the chaos from outside spilled in the room in the form of three armed idiots in ski mask’s.

The threat on the man’s lips died out as he stared at the brooding man before him. His eyes widened but he cleared his throat

“Nobody do nothin’ stupid, we just want the money and everybody gets to go home nice and alive.” You shared a look with Robin as if to say ‘are these mf’s serious’ before the man was pointing his gun at you

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Dude we don’t even have a register in here, why hit a morgue of all places?” A genuine smile found its way to your face as you hoped over the counter, only being stopped by the arm suddenly thrown across your chest.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, so I’ll make this quick. You stay back.” He left no room for arguments and no sooner than the words left his lips was he disarming the first man, definitely breaking his nose as he easily disassembled the weapon. The other two looked at each other before taking aim

Damian turned to take cover and throw you back behind the table only to find you missing, the first shot rang out just barely missing him, the second definitely hit something but it wasn’t him, through the smoke and rubble of what used to be your desk he could make out the screams of the assailants, only for them to be cut short.

Leaping up from his crouched position he took in the sight of you dropping one of them, the body sliding down the wall left a trail of red behind it, the remaining man was slumped at your feet, his expression twisted permanently into a scream. His brows furrowed

now he was sure something was wrong with you but underneath that and the bitterness of taking his chance to show off, was gratitude, you’d taken a shot for him- holy shit you took a shot for him.

The only evidence of this was the bloodied hole in the side of your shirt, he watched you crack your neck before leaning down with a groan, your glasses had been destroyed in the little scuffle much to your annoyance.

“Okay so where were we? You had some questions right?” You’d say nonchalantly picking up both bodies and making your way down into the morgue. And despite his instincts he’d follow you down, more curious than ever.

You’d answer every question he had with honesty, unashamed of your nature, and happy to share your thoughts and feelings as his questions never seemed to stop.

From that day forward he’d begrudgingly pop in to see you, telling you he was only there to make sure you didn’t lose it one day, and if you did he’d be the one to put you down, but you both knew he wanted to be there

Is both disgusted and disappointed you haven’t asked him to feed like,,, yuck he’d never but also how dare you not ask he knows he’d taste good 😡

Don’t ever let him find out you feed on the others as he will pitch a full blown man-fit

Once they realize they’re all pining after the same dark creature it’s pure anarchy at first, then Bruce makes the wise suggestion that you’re safer with them all working together rather than separate and sorry babes but you’re d o n e

You only ever get your food from one of them, they refuse to let you kill(not that you were out here doing it🙄) and take shifts accompanying you, bidding their time until it’s safe to take you home

if i told you what rhis sounded ljke i dont think youd believe me so just listen

everyone else fought me i just expected you were going to fight me too

me frm 2016 lookin @ me frm 2022

One time when I worked at the Dollar Tree a man came in with a little boy and he said to me, “This is my adopted son. He’s autistic.”

He told me this story. “When he got to be about 4 years old his mother realized he was growing up autistic and she didn’t want to raise him any more. So she drove out to the middle of nowhere and pulled over on the side of the highway and put him out of the car. On her way back in to town she was driving behind a van with a two story ladder tied on top. The ladder got loose and slid through her windshield, killing her instantly. They found her head in the backseat.”

I was like 😶 “your total is 13.95”