And Their Explanations As To How All That Happens Are Always Frustratiny Vague But They Say It Like The

And their explanations as to how all that happens are always frustratiny vague but they say it like the JL members are idiots for not connecting the dots.

Clark: but... But how can Justice...

Steph: You know how Nightwing's name comes from that one kryptonian legend? Well that's why obviously.

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Oliver: but surely the bat signal one is a lie... Obiects can't... Objects aren't people!

Jason, pulling out his All Blades: Well they could be, if you made an effort

Oliver: ....are you an actual person though

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Hal: But how could Robin have spawned out of Batman, that makes no sense!

Tim: hermaphroditism, duh

Barry: Oh come on, that's not even the accurate word

Robin: for humans it is not

You know what I need more of? The Batkids completely fucking with the Justice League and their rogues and coming up with stories for their existence.

Like I am talking about the creation of demigods sort of stories, like Loki sort of stories.

Duke has convinced all of Gotham that he's the Bat Signal brought to life and that's why he's never seen at night and why the signal literally doesn't work during the day. He's waiting giddily for the story to spread outside of the city.

The batkids have convinced half the League that Nightwing is quite literally Batman's lovechild with Justice. Hey, Constantine had a one night stand with the manifestation of a city and they've dealt with gods before, so surely it's not that surprising? Right???

I need more of the Batkids being little shits, of Alfred the-greatest-enabler Pennyworth backing them up and Bat(the-biggest-troll)man to never confirm the stories, but he doesn't deny them either.

It is the blood moon party! On the rare instances they manage to work together because something is trying to murder them!!! Cahira is the one hissing

Alright whose bingo sheet had "Riz hisses at someone"

One must imagine Sisyphus happy, the voice says as I walk down to the well. It echoes against the walls, empty and wet in that peculiar way in which voices only echo in a cave, this deep, dark loneliness that chills you to the bone. One must imagine Sisyphus happy, it whimpers from very far away; my knuckles are rubbed red as they tie the bucket to the rope, and send it down below, and fill it with water. But I know Sisyphus. Who cares if he's happy? He was a bad man, but first he was a child, but first he was a man. What does it matter know, when the boulder rolls up and when it all falls down? I pull the bucket up, and fill my amphora ; watch the blood where I ripped my finger nails drip through and taint the water red. Something about eternity, I suppose. One must imagine Sisyphus happy, is the rule, but I hear him scream out every day, and he deserves it so much I am glad, and I pity him so much I could cry. And no one really cares if you are able to convince yourself that he could learn to love this endless, aimless task, and I could scream all my despair to the well and the well will never answer me; nothing changes around here, only the mind of those that are trapped, and that empty, violent freedom to imagine your neighbour is happy. Maybe one day it will be too much; perhaps, one day, it will be enough. For now I carry my amphora and feel it emptying and look for my sister. One must remember I'm a murderer. Plic, ploc. The water drips through.

something clearly went wrong after kid one, bruce

I'm starting to think DC is an evil djinn and Jason is the one making wishes because wth DC?

Jason, watching the bomb count down in the warehouse in Ethiopia: I wish I could see Bruce again...

DC: Sure thing buddy!

Jason, the Red Hood, trying to tone down the murder so he can keep his deal with Batman: Man, these severe anger issues sure make it hard to tone down the violence, kinda wish I could get rid of them.

DC: All you had to do was ask!

Seriously though my boy deserves so much more someone get him therapy (not in Arkham!!!!) this is getting out of hand