"ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ." - ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ - ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ - ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ 18+ - ɴᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ - ᴏᴄꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ - ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʏɴɪᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

“𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟎𝟏. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.” Casey Jones. Battering Vigilante Sportsman. Outlaw Hero. Well Known Crazy. ♡ + ↻

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That was good. Taking a tumble at any age tends to be painful, but Damian was good about the fall. "Should we sneak cookies from Alfred's pantry?"

I can make them non-alcoholic drinks.

That, I can do. I believe I have wine from the 1920s Alfred would enjoy.

...I think trusting me in the kitchen is a terrible idea. Remember I burnt birthday pancakes.

"Then let's go. We'll grab some treats on the way down," he said, patting Damian's on the head.

Bruce moved to pick up the small Damian, holding him carefully. "Shall we take the batmobile?"

"Right. Silly string grappling hook for him or a glitterbomb again?" he asked, smiling slightly.

"Right," he said, placing the batarang between some costumes.

"How should we do this."

Dick would you like to volunteer then?

Dinner would be wise, and I figured anyone who wants to see the opera with him, can.

I bought him tickets to the London opera.

"You're okay, you're strong," he said softly.

"We'll get cookies afterward."

"It okay, you took that fall like a hero," he said, ruffling the other's hair. "Come on, I think Dick is in his room."

Bruce sighed softly, moving to pick Damian up and carefully help him stand. "Here, are you hurt or anything?"

"Slow down, I'm 40 and got knees that sound like rice krispies."

He can understand that much, but Bruce is 40 and he can't run upstairs quite as fast as previously.

Bruce sighs, following after Damian. "Coming, coming."

He has yet to figure out the disappearance of Ace's body.

Jesus-.

"Careful!"

"Shall we then?" he asked, offering the young Damian a glitterbomb batarang.

"Grayson has a habit of leaving his pranks in the batcave, so I have glitterbomb batarangs, silly string that shoots out of a grappling hook, and... A multitude of waterballoons."

ᅠ ᅠ𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. ᅠᅠ𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭. ᅠ𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲. ᅠ

"We could fill a few of their gadgets with something new."

"I feel like they always do that. If you'd like, we can get revenge."

"What did they do now?"

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He should ask one of the kids for help.

Guess he's going on a find tonight.

Ace's body... Did Waller dig it up to use her after death or...?

I would get everyone a step-mom, but no one interests me. Maybe I should just marry that ghost lady that freaks Jason out.

Suffer.

Skibidi negative rizz.

Now you know how I feel.