Bruce: This Is Tomorrows Newspaper. On The Front Page, Theres A Picture Of Me Kissing Clark By The Lake.

Bruce: This is tomorrow’s newspaper. On the front page, there’s a picture of me kissing Clark by the lake.

Damian: Father, why were you kissing him by the lake?

Bruce: I caught a fish, I was excited. I kissed the fish too, but of course they don’t show you that.

*Secret Keeper exists*

Me: Desperately trying to find Watcher Lore

That’ll do it

The Secret Keeper

It’s strange. He doesn’t feel desperate.

He always has before, on red.

He feels bad about all the backstabbing and betrayal, sure. Of course he does.

But there’s something so addictive about being the one in control.

He’s never really had someone who has to listen to him, before, no matter how much he might have tried to believe that he did.

So when Big shows up, it’s… different.

He doesn’t mind it.

He talks to Skizz, on his own terms, in a place of his choosing, and he has power. Skizz doesn’t even seem to realize it, tries to sell him on the sales pitch he might give just anyone. But he doesn’t realize that Jimmy is different, now.

The sword in his hand is barely his own, so really, he can hardly be blamed, can he? Sure, he feels bad, but he’s only doing his task, same as everyone else. And since he is, well, why not enjoy it a little?

He tries to sow discord among the Heart Foundation. He almost succeeds, even. They close ranks, and it is three against one, and he has already stabbed two of them directly in the back in the past couple of hours, and he is in their home.

He laughs, and he threatens, and he gets away without a scratch.

He kills Lizzie without even thinking.

This one he does feel bad about—it feels a little unfair.

But he smooths it over, and he moves on.

He lights the TNT, and he tells Tango not to run. Tells him to stand there and take the blast.

And he does.

Jimmy stabs him a little bit anyway, just to be sure.

This must be how it feels, he realizes, to write these tasks.

You just have to tell them, and they do it themselves.

You don’t even have to give them a reason.

Jimmy burns bridges, and it is warm. The ground he is standing on feels more solid than it ever has.

He goes to push the button, and he tells Tango to start running.

Please do

Role reversal! The Watcher now has to listen while the Listener has to watch.

I don’t think any mumscarian shippers thought of using Buttercup as a pet name yet.