the following are NOT reasons why batkids are allowed to be child vigilantes:
-bruce is an abusive parent
-bright colors draw bulletfire
-sidekicks are convenient
-he enjoys putting children in danger
-child soldiers are cool and fun
actual reasons why batkids are allowed to be child vigilantes:
-in 1940 dc wanted a kid hero for their target audience to relate to, and it was a very successful move
-when comics got darker later, dead sidekicks made for easy manpain
trying to hold the very fact of kid sidekicks against bruce (and ollie, barry, etc) is so pointless. before even getting into comic verses theres certain things you just have to accept: people are taken seriously while fighting crime in costume, glasses can disguise superman, and sometimes kids take on armed criminals with limited combat experience. (usually theyre fine). just always keep in mind what the characters are responsible for and whats just the industry.
a/n: have yall ever seen the soulmate prompt where it’s like “the song that’s stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too”??? well thats what this fic is based on. its kind of confusing; i had to take a little artistic liberty; and it really, really, really sucks, but i hope you like it anyway. enjoy!!!
You didn’t believe in soulmates. You never had. Your parents
said they were soulmates – they had ways, reasons they found each other that
they constantly yammered on about. But you didn’t believe in soulmates. It was
luck they found each other, and luck that they fell in love. The whole shtick
of them ‘hearing the same songs in their head’ or whatever was just… coincidence. Of
course. It had to be. There was no such thing as soulmates.
Until you heard it one day.
Rise up… when you’re
livin’ on your knees you rise up…
You looked around the crowded subway car you were on,
eyebrows cocked. Was someone playing their music too loud? So loud that you
could hear it? You couldn’t recognize the song, so it certainly wasn’t coming
through your earbuds. A quick glance around the cabin rewarded you with no
answers; the other people in the immediate vicinity didn’t have any earbuds in
or headphones on. Your eyebrows screwed up in the middle of your head and you
leaned back, trying not to show both the confusion and the annoyance on your
face. What the fuck was happening?
Another line came seconds later.
Tell your brother that
he’s gotta rise up… tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up… when are these
colonies gonna rise up…