"How Many People Do I Follow? Its Not That Much, Probably Around 400 Maybe, Haha"

"How many people do i follow? Its not that much, probably around 400 maybe, haha"

1000+

Tumblr is not telling me the exact number

Curse you weird site thing

Im not even gonna see how long ive had this blog for i dont wanna get flashbanged

when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again:

Very openly communicative x emotionally stunted but trying:

"I love you so much."

"And I, you."

there are literally worse things than being in a saw trap like for instance openly expressing that you have wants and needs and are a real person

Jason's time in the league except he knew Damian.

Like yeah I know Damian is a test tube baby and got aged a bit faster or something but imagine this.

Talia, no matter how mischaracterised, develops a soft spot for Jason while he is catatonic. She is also a mother and has been/is undeniably in love with Bruce. No matter how much it sounds like she only loved Bruce to produce the perfect heir, they were in love, even if it was just once. She, mother of Bruce's child, raising him to be strong, the way she know how, ready to let him be free and meet his father, shall he desire. That same mother finds Jason, the dead son, of his grave, wandering, his mind never fully there, and decides to heal his injuries and help him heal.

Maybe that wasn't the plan, at first, maybe she never expect to be mother of a child not biologically related to her. Maybe by the way she was raised or by the standards that surrounded her. But now? As she watches her child, because Jason is her son, murder is professors because he finds them unworthy of breathing. Maybe then she realises that motherhood was something she wished for, maybe living peacefully. She wouldn't, though. Maybe in another time, but now? She had her father to manipulate while watching her children thrive.

Maybe they could've been in a life without blood, but the doubts it. The kids are attracted to danger, most likely, they love saving. Albeit their methods bloody, she knows it won't last long, with her beloved so close.

Maybe she lets Jason go back to Gotham, followed by a couple Shadows under her and her sons command only. She calls every week, checks in, asks what his plans are, how the bat is doing. Maybe she lets him yell at her, his frustrations wild, that she knows can only be pleased with blood, that she knows makes his opinion of his family twisted. Never of Talia, no, maybe he never called her mother, but she is sure he would never let her see him this way otherwise. Maybe it's because she saw him at his worst, once, but maybe, maybe she can dwell on maybes, for once, and hope that Jason does consider her his mother. Even if she could never replace his late mother, at least letting her help him with his plans is the most she can ask for.

With that, she understands Gotham, instead of being through reports, news, old tales from her beloved, it's from her son. Soon, it would be from both of them.

For now, until Jason creates his big reveal, finishes his plans, deals with whatever issues he wants to deal with, she will let him have Gotham to himself. She will keep her father away. She will continue doting on Damian, as she will tell him stories of her beloved, The Bat, and let his eyes shine. As she could not preserve her sons innocence, but she could try to ignite their hopes.

tim is a dog that chose, chooses, and will forever choose his master. he’s a guard dog. he would be allowed on the bed, if and when he ever asks. he rarely does, keeps himself curled up in his bed at the fire. he isn’t kept close to heel once he grows enough to be comfortable wandering, because when his master whistles, he comes. he’s loyal—the hand that feeds him and pats him is the same as the one chokes him and hurts him, but he will never bite it. he eyes it, wary, but doesn’t flinch from it. he chooses this. he will take it all as it comes. he knows his master hurts him because he’s sick. he is a guard dog, but before that, he’s his master's dog. he’s a support animal. he’s a pet. he guards, because that’s what his master’s pets do. he’s loyal. he cannot blame a sick man for being sick.

kon is a work dog, a sheepdog. he guards. his master, the shepherd, isn’t around. he has handlers. they are not kind, but kon is not a family dog. he expects this, and to him they are kind. he knows no better. kon doesn’t know the warmth of a fire, except when his master's parents allow him in when he comes with the sheep. he takes his lack of supervision as trust, as freedom, wears it as pride. he still comes when he’s whistled for. he doesn’t like how his handlers turned him into a showdog, he wants to work, but he is forced to like it. it gives him purpose. when his master, or no, the shepherd comes, he tells him he did a good job, he takes him into town. then he is glad to act as a show dog. then he is happy. but the moments are fleeting. he doesn’t let himself mind. he’s a worker. there are sheep to be guarded.