Do The Bat's Know About The All-Blades? Cuz If Not, Jason Has An Opportunity To Do The Funniest Thing

Do the bat's know about the All-Blades? Cuz if not, Jason has an opportunity to do the funniest thing

I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???

This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.

They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.

I think all the Batkids have had a near miss during patrol, where they got exhausted, desperate, or reacted too violently to a potential risk to their lives or someone they're trying to protect, and nearly killed someone. And right then, they understood why Batman pushed them so hard during training and patrol, the endless pressure tests, the constant reflex training, because it would only take a second with all the skills they have and the danger to do something that can't be fixed.

I have a headcanon that whenever Tim has a devious, manic, absolutely bad shit insane plan, he introduced the plan with a laugh, a glint in his eyes and a wide ass smile as he says, "I've got a plan"

Everyone knows what it means, and they know that when it happens, they will have committed a few warcrimes by the end of the day.

They live in fear.

Except Jason, though, he thinks the plans are great. He sees Tim's smile and fucking celebrates because fucking finally he'll alow me to use my rocket-launcher.

son.

anyway i wanted to draw a short comic about jason

Dick, writing in his diary with a glitter gel pen: “I’m losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There is blood on my hands.”