I Lowkey Forgot How Gut Wrenching The Stanley Parable Is

I lowkey forgot how gut wrenching The Stanley Parable is

My favorite of the Batfam

1. Jason

2. Alfred/Dick

3. Dick/Alfred

While we're on the topic, I am female through and through, but Jason is gender goals. Dick is also gender goals. Alfred is just goals.

My favorite Batman character:

Red Hood

Am I biased? Probably. Do I care? Not in the slightest. #JusticeforJason

My friend gave me a writing prompt. I told him I couldn't promise on the quality, but this is what I gave him:

Jason held no sympathy for the man at his feet. He'd long since lost the ability of feeling anything but rage. "I've been running on a strict no-kill rule for a while." he mumbled to himself, Just loud enough for the bastard to hear him, "Of course, I'm always up for making exceptions."

"Please!" the man groveled, blood sticking his brown hair to his face, "Please! I-I didn't know that he'd-!"

Jason cut him off by hitting him across the face with his handgun. "Don't lie to me!" he growled, "You knew exactly what you were doing when you took on the job."

The job to get under Jason's skin. The job to make Jason squirm. The job to hit Jason where it hurts. The job to take Jason's love away.

The man sobbed, his eyes glued shut from the blood, the hit only making it worse. "Please."

"Pitiful." Jason scoffed. He hulstered the handgun and pulled a knife from where it lay against his thigh. "You have thirty seconds to tell me where they've taken him or I gouge out your eyeballs and send them to your girlfriend on a silver platter." A spoon would be a better weapon for the threat, but a hunting knife would work, too. "Speak."

"Th-the docks!" the man yelled, "They took him to the docks!"

Now they were getting somewhere. "Which wearhouse?"

"The one...the one on the North end! The-the big red one!"

"Hm." Not particularly close, but Jason could make it within the hour. "Was that so hard?" It was. Betrayal under torture was still betrayal.

"Can I- Will you-"

"Let you go?"

"Please."

"Sure." Jason was nothing if not merciful. Moving to cut the ropes from the bastards wrists, he intentionally slid the blade too far with too much pressure, taking the man's thumb off. The scream was beyond satisfying to hear and Jason was relishing in it.

"Why!" his sobbing began anew, "I told you what you wanted!"

Jason wiped the bloodied blade on his black pants before replacing it against his thigh. Apathy took over as he watched the pathetic mess bleed out on the alley floor. "Whether or not you knew what you were doing doesn't change what you did." He turned to leave. "It was a grave mistake to take away the only thing I love."

I normally start off all my stories by falling down a rabbit hole.

I have recently fallen down another rabbit hole.

Someone please convince me to finish my 9 ongoing projects before I start another one.

I'm begging.

I can't stop myself because I've got too many ideas. Once I get them down, I want to continue then to completion. I haven't finished any of the 9 and a 10th might shatter me

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