This Is Both Amazing And Profoundly Irritating - The Exact Writing Equivalent Of That Thing Artists Do

This is both amazing and profoundly irritating - the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do - you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.

Has this one made it to tumblr yet

“Damian,” said Bruce, “What does justice mean to you?”

For the first few seconds, Damian did not react. Instead, he pulled his cape over his head and tossed it onto the bench, while Bruce waited patiently for him to answer. 

“Why?”

“I want to know.”

Damian crossed his arms. “Grayson tried to have this conversation with me too, in the beginning. I assume it’s traditional.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I did not. Philosophy is pretentious nonsense.”

“Pretentious,” Bruce repeated, blinking. 

“I know what I said.”

“Humor me.” Bruce set his gloves aside and gestured for Damian to take a seat on the bench. Damian did not want to. Bruce could see that much in his eyes, but in the end he did sit. Bruce took the seat opposite him, cowl pulled backwards. 

“How do you know when something is unjust?” he asked. 

“It feels wrong.”

“Feels?”

“It makes me angry,” said Damian shortly, “or upset. Hurts. Wrong.”

“What was the first thing that felt wrong?” 

Bruce looked expectantly at Damian. Damian stared flatly back, and he did not answer. 

“I don’t remember the first time I felt injustice personally,” Bruce volunteered, “but my parents made sure I was aware of it. I remember an afternoon when I was five years old. My father came to pick me up from kindergarten himself that day. We bought ice cream and walked by the river.”

No response. 

“We went to the old bridge by the ferry. Do you know where that is?”

Damian nodded. 

“It was cloudy. There weren’t many people that day, so father and I stood alone by the water. He asked me if I was the fastest kid I knew. I wasn’t, so I told him no, I had a friend from school who beat me in every race.”

Bruce half-smiled. “This was long before Superman and Flash, of course.”

“Yes.”

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2020: The Year From Hell

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I have a nibling who is not even two and has a model toy of the Endeavor space shuttle that he calls “my plane” when he plays with it. He loves it. And today we went to the California Science Center see the ACTUAL Endeavor space shuttle and I tell you what-

that kid lost his goddamn mind. It was the ACTUAL BEST. 

Cool fact about kids: they are small and dumb and they don’t know anything.

Like, for instance, their life experience gives them no reason to know that their toys are often based on actual things that exist.

It took him a while to realise the shuttle was even there because- protip about space shuttles: they are freaking huge. So like it didn’t even really register to him as an object? It was too big, it just seemed like the ceiling? But he saw the photos on the wall and he saw the gift shop and he was looking all around like “MY PLANE! MY PLANE!” because his toy “plane” was on every single thing. Models. Shirts. Mugs. Plushies. Books. This was a whole warehouse dedicated just to his plane, and that would have been amazing enough. Except, also, the actual life-size real has-been-to-space thing was there too. 

So eventually we got him to look up at the actual shuttle like, “yeah, look! There it is! It’s your plane, and it’s REALLY BIG” and when he finally took it in he literally screamed and I swear I thought for a second he was gonna die right there “IT’S BIG. MY PLANE MY PLANE MY PLANE” (looking at all the other people in the science center, pointing at a NASA space shuttle, shouting “MY PLANE!” like the actual proudest person in the world who just willed an entire spacecraft into existence).

Anyway I had a migraine for most of the day, but I’m still super glad I went out because it was totally worth it.