—and Alfred is my grandpa, while Babs is like a sister and mentor to me. Going out from there is when things can get tricky. Former Commissioner Gordon is somewhat like a grandpa, though he’s more like a cool uncle I get to hang out with sometimes, and while Ivy and Harley are technically rivals like the Joker they treat me and padre like family, so they’re sort of like my aunts, and—
so i kinda checked out of DC’s comics-verse for a couple of years there (Batman in particular), cause there were other things i was interested in. and then i check back in, catch up on reading and–
oh my god?? oH My gOD??????
Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain are back??
Kate Kane is back???
there are TWO NEW BATCHILDREN OH M Y G O D ? ?????
like it was just the happiest moment of my life. duke and harper are such cool characters and now i’m just…. like integrate them into everything IMMEDIATELY please. we now have 8-9 batchildren. EIGHT TO NINE OF THEM. i’m in heaven, this is everything I’ve ever wanted out of life.
I was getting measured for my cap and gown today and I just got really emotional thinking about how Jean gets to graduate. His imaginings of that day were so different, but now he has friends and what he hopes is the beginning of a family. He has interests and while his future isn’t perfect, he’s starting to see Exy as a job instead of his life. In between games he doesn’t just have darkness and pain anymore. He has Jeremy’s smile, Renee’s kind words, jokes with Alvarez and Laila and the rest of the team. He even has a crop of freshmen that look up to him for some unknown reason. He has a life and I’m so glad he gets to see it.
A Christmas special based on an anon request I got~
You swung your backpack onto your back, staring up at the green digits that jumped around the grey screen stressfully. Names appeared where others vanished, some turning red as if to spread panic when your eyes checked them. Out of a nervous habit, you chewed on your lower lip, trying to find the specific name you were looking for between the sea of moving letters.
Right then, you found it, and your body froze.
You started running, your feet dragging you forward through the slim crowd of people as fast as they could. Heads turned as your feet collided with the ground like stones, your breath so irregular that you sounded like you were gasping for air. The voices of people you bumped into, their shoulders crashing into yours, chased after you as you kept moving forward, counting the numbers by the staircases like crazy. Nine, ten, eleven, far from the twenty-one you were looking for. Still, time was not showing any mercy to you. As you ran, you could almost feel the seconds pass by, nearing the finish line much too quickly.
Dammit, why had you postponed it until so late at night?