Would you hold and rub my hand while we talk.

// bigger stuff eventually. my laptop charger broke 🥲

"If I say yes, would you believe me?"

"Oh, please. Black Bat was my sister's name." Pointing at the blue on his shoulder, "Nightwing."

"HOLY F—OW!" "... Wait. Actually? Oh... That's ten times better, thanks."

Desperately need someone to crack my spine or turn it to jelly.

A few deep breaths later, he thinks he has it all together. ... He doesn't and he's still struggling to keep a straight face. Who is he trying to fool? This is gold. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, it's just—" a teeny tiny laugh escapes and he gasps, "it's just... wow."

Oh, those are not the same thing—? I jest. You know where I'm from and it's close enough to hell. Sorta.

He's peeking because the sounds are... intriguing, for lack of better words. Lips pursed together in a thin line as he holds his laughter in. ... This is amazing.

This far away from home? Where are you even from anyway?

These videos of a gentleman playing Dracula in an amusement park keep going around in my feed.

SERIOUSLY? I mean, hey. What are the odds!

Blüd morning even though it's not morning in Blüd (it is where I am).

// guess who got a little break 😋

// hi i've been busy with school and prepping for a campaign. if you see this account online, that's Leo. let him have his fun

((Because, why shouldn't I play all the cards in my deck, yk?

My butt feels heavy. Somebody hold it.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎. — B̸R̸U̸C̸E̸ W̸A̸Y̸N̸E̸ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍

Getting up seemed like too much effort, he chose to settle with laying down there while blinking the sleep away and setting aside the fact that his body was aching all over—besides, it miraculously went away the moment he spoke to Donna.

ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ＪＵＳＴ ＬＩＫＥ ＭＹ ＭＥＴＡＬ

The phone's alarm blared— wait, no. Not the alarm. The tune was a ringtone set to specifically one contact. Dick groaned, his hand reached out to grab his phone. Nowhere to be found, not on the bed. He rolled to the side and—THUD!—fell on the floor with the phone right next to his face.

// i know lots of friends have said it but i'm gonna say it here. there are things that you can't just speak lightly or joke about. i will only speak about it once and i have. i am not morally above anyone, i'm just as flawed as the next guy.

// Today I would like to publically and calmly address recent incidents I've encountered with Char, a writer many of you know. A few days ago Char had posted an image on their Kurt account that was a joke regarding the Espstein Files, something that might come across harmless however ++

Klarion.

// i have no class today but i think i'm gonna take it easy n reply to whatever is the easiest first

http://sunder I've been meaning to write this for a while and made time to do so today. These are the guidelines I adhere to while writing minor characters.

//my name is Pierrot and I've made it clear before that I don't like people being gross to my minor coded characters. Or trying to SA my characters. Or make pxdo jokes in general. My name is Pierrot and I was 4. So if me being disgusted by a tasteless joke involving any of these means I'm

// Going off Dee, yes I absolutely agree. There are times and places to make jokes but certain things you just do not touch. Making light and using humor in regard to very real and very awful situations will never sit right with me. Do better

// i know lots of friends have said it but i'm gonna say it here. there are things that you can't just speak lightly or joke about. i will only speak about it once and i have. i am not morally above anyone, i'm just as flawed as the next guy.

// we have power...

"The boys are out anyway." My city is split in half.

// for my next trick, i will write with myself

ㅤ

// more replies after class, ok!

"Like the leaf?" he asks lightheartedly, easily returning the smile. Perhaps just a little wider. "Visiting family?"

"Pffft, what could be a good reason to break in? I'm so well behaved, you have no idea."

"Right? Jason told me," he patted Bruce's back before checking the time. Almost midnight and, miraculously, the nightly activities in the city seemed to be low tonight. He could only hope it lasted a little longer. "Preeeetty sure they're open 'till late," and he may or may not have notified —

Aaaaand you are?

Just a second of break is a gift, Bart.

// i giggled

// my kitten has come to bed and he doesn't like it when i'm on my phone

And I still have Bisogni to worry about.

Sometimes I say things like "the cops hate me, I'm doing my job right." Then I'm back in Gotham and GCPD's Commissioner is Vandal Savage.

It was a long week. Long conversations with unlikely allies and adversaries. He planned to drop by to get the gears he needed and go quickly without being seen. He changed his mind as soon as he saw @dem0nbaby.bsky.social. Dick hummed, making his presence known before greeting his brother, "hi!"

「He . . . He is the only friend I've ever had. He would never forgive me.」 「𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝒆 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡? 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑣. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝒖𝒔.」

You found me at a ridiculously caffeinated time in my life.

"Ooooh, the horror! The many snacks and secret files that Miss Barbara Joan Gordon knows exactly where they're stored! Yeah, what is there to hide? Nothing."

"I couldn't get a reservation in that one place you like," he huffed. It was a last minute attempt, and even mentioning his father's name didn't work. His fault, really. "Remember the donut shop we went to before you dropped me off for a group project? Midtown? They opened a restaurant."