No One:

No one:

Not a singular soul:

Not one iota of a person:

The urge to write a dramatic, angsty, and terribly poetic gay love scene:

People fear the day the Red Hood loses control. The day he doesn't stop himself from pulling the trigger, the day he no longer differentiates the sinners from the damned.

People fear the day Red Robin loses control. He doesn't have the same moral code as the rest of the Bats, he isn't above lying and stealing and forcing like they are. People fear the day that goes too far, the day he crosses the invisible line he's drawn.

People fear the day Robin loses control. The day he sends his katana through someone's neck, the day he doesn't listen when Batman tells him to stop.

What people don't understand is that there is nothing to fear from them. They never have to worry about the day that Red Hood snaps, because it will not come. He is too short of a stick to break more than twice, after all. They don't have to worry about Red Robin, he isn't toeing that line they think he's drawn. He's well within his own boundaries, even if they are different than Batman's. He's seen too many futures where he crept too close to the edge and fell to the bottom to risk it. People don't have to fear the day Robin's blade cuts too deep, it won't. Robin is a child who is learning the value of life, he will not treat it with such disdain again.

No, people fear the wrong Bats.

Because Nightwing is the one they should be wary of. Nightwing, with his bright smiles that hide so much anger and hurt, and his jokes that conceal hatred and despair. Nightwing, with his fatal grace and his soft sharpness. Nightwing is the one whose breaking point people should fear. Because he is constantly balancing on a knife's edge, cheerful demeanor and charming banter just barely containing the most dangerous person in the room. The pressure on his shoulders is seconds from breaking the facade in half, exposing something you don't want to meet. If Nightwing loses control, you won't know it until it's too late and you're gasping for breath, wondering how everything went so wrong.

Because that disarming smile is the breastplate in the armor of his morals, and if anything gets past that armor.... Gods help us all.

I love that you’re getting memes from more people now because i remember thinking your fic absolutely deserves memes and i dont care if i’m the only one delivering and look now!

im slowly inducting more and more people into my cult. if i can create an entire meme culture about this fic it will be my crowing achievement in life. i will have peaked it doesnt matter if i cure cancer after this bc this shit will still be better. my true legacy

i am burdened w glorious purpose 😤😤😤✊😔