Dick: Breaking In Jason's Safe Houses Multiple Times A Week To Leave Some Of Alfred's Cooking In The

Batman: Gotham is quiet tonight

Batman, suspicious: too quiet

Meanwhile five blocks away:

Teen Dick: Swiper no swiping!

Criminal, crying: I'll turn myself in just please stop talking

i think the reason why i’m not a huge fan of most soulmate aus (especially the ones where a character’s soulmate is marked) is the idea of compulsory relationships. of love unfounded in its growth, of love chosen not by lovers but by something else entirely. i love love that is purposeful. love that is essentially [ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU] [of course i wonder if they love me back, which is, really, besides the point. i don’t do it to be adored, i do it because my love keeps getting bigger and that’s what happens] [just let me have that. you can have bill, or the world, or whatever you need. just let me have that, let me go on loving you, and i guess it’ll be enough] [i love everybody because i love you] but also [the idea of love as a violent act—not to the person that you love, but against the world. to say to somebody, ‘I love you; by extension, i hate all other things] [if soulmates do exist, they’re not found. they’re made] [i’d choose you; in a hundred different lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, i’d find you and i’d choose you] and lingering touches and half-formed hopes and unknowns and a love that grows not one that is just there. love that is content with just being. love that is a big ‘fuck you’ to the universe because it says ‘you could’ve killed me but you didn’t and i could’ve starved myself from this but i didn’t and i could’ve broken but i didn’t and i’m here and i think this person is everything and they think i’m everything and it hurts so much to think about how much i care for them but i couldn’t care less. i’m going to be gentle in the face of horrors, i’m going to be gentle in loving them not because you told me to but because i chose to.’

Bruce, making a coffee run for his kids- And the last drink is for my teenage son. I'm sorry it's a bit long.

Bruce, reading off the text message Tim sent detailing the order- A thirty two ounce mocha with seven extra espresso-

Barista, interrupting him and already starting the drink- One Tim Drake special, you mean? Yeah. We all know it. It's part of our training for new employees at this point.

Bruce-...

Bruce-..?

Bruce- I've... I've been meaning to talk to him about his caffeine intake-

Barista- Yeah, you probably should. I mean WE would, but he's also our best tipper

the moment her entire happiness flashed before her eyes

Mission: Steal the Batmobile keys from Bruce's office Status: Fail due to irreversible emotional scarring

This lineart already took WAY too long to sketch & draw so my pitiful attempt at full color quickly pivoted to this. Inspired by a comic from Nan Hao & Shang Feng. Really recommend this silly manhua if you want an easy afternoon read.

okay but reminder they hated this little guy enough to put his life up to a poll

❌SPOILERS❌

WHAT IS THAT ENDING OMG.

I'M JUST.. THESE TWO... I CAN'T

i thought i lost you (again)

your thoughts

CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP

MY POOR BOY OTL *SOBS*