My Mom: I Don't Get It. You Like Romcoms. But You're Aroace.

My mom: I don't get it. You like romcoms. But you're aroace.

(Her confusion was extreme.)

Me: You like murder mysteries but you're not a serial killer or a mad detective, as far as I know. What's up with that?

Idk if it's canon or not, but I love that Bruce just does not want to be the richest man in [basically] the world. He doesn't want to have all that money, no matter how much it benefits him.

So, have this thing that I thought about before sleeping last night, forgot about, and have only now just remembered as I dose off:

Bruce: Tim? How much financial strain would be put on the WE bank accounts if we paid for every hospital bill within Gotham?

Tim: That depends. Major hospitals would take up the majority of it. If you're adding clinics and Doc. Offices and places like that, then we'd probably lose three, maybe four zeroes. Why?

Bruce: Do it.

Tim: Huh?

Bruce: Do it.

Tim: I mean, sure, I guess. Yeah, I'll ...I'll go do that.

Bruce: How long would it take to make that money back?

Tim: I don't know. Depending on sales and stock, I'd guess about six months?

Bruce: Make it a year.

Tim: What?

Bruce: However much it costs to pay off all the medical bills, send that same amount to conservation efforts for the parks and swamp.

Tim: Sure, B.

The extraction was mostly a success. Cass and Damian made quick work of anyone who had gotten back up after their initial infiltration, Dick and Tim made sure to zip-tie them all together in groups of three or four. Though, in their rush to get out, they might've missed a few.

No further problems were encountered until they all got off the property. Then, the headlights to the Batmobile turned on, freezing them all like deer in headlights. Even behind the cowl, Batman looked extremely unimpressed. "Put him in the car."

It was a simple order, one that none of them were going to disobey. Red Hood sat in the front seat with the kid on his lap, Batman took the driver's side and the two drove off to the Batcave.

Nightwing mounted his bike with Robin at his back, Orphan took Red Hood's bike, and Red Robin started up his own. No one said a thing over the comms until they passed the clocktower. "I told you that telling Father was adviasable.

***

Danny was not having a good time. He hadn't been having a good time for a while, but this was somehow both worse and better than before. On one hand, he was right about his current company being better than his previous company. On the other hand, he was in a shit ton of pain and nothing to distract from it.

He was in a car, he could tell, and he was being held like a child, curled up on someone's lap. His head was leaning against the person's shoulder, he feet were on the door, and he was basically cured in the fetal position. Not the best pose to be in after being held open, restuffed, and barely sewn back together with glorified fishing line, but at least his organs were in the right places. Mostly. He'd need to adjust his stomach and small intestine a little bit, but the rest seemed to be in place.

He turned his head slightly, groaning at the effort. It shouldn't be nearly this taxing to move a little bit. "'ornin' sun'ine." he pushed out.

The person holding him chuckled a little in disbelief more so than humor. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Sleeping Beauty."

"Still dead," He would know, he checked. "'nd Sleepin' Beau'y didn't die...or wa'e up."

There was a deeper, more gruffer, and possibly also modulated voice from beside Danny. Probably to driver. "We're almost to the cave."

"Great," the man holding Danny said before addressing him, "We're gonna get you some medical assistance, okay?"

This caused Danny's fight or flight to kick in. "No!" he screamed, starting to struggle as much as he could given his injuries, "No hospitals! No doctors! No-!" The man holding him covered his mouth with his hand.

"Hey," he said with no tact, "We're not taking you to a hospital. We might have to get a doctor-!" Danny licked the hand over his mouth. "I've got gloves on, idiot."

"Red Hood." the dirver growled in warning.

If licking was going to work, fine. He opened his mouth, turned his head a bit, and bit down on the side of the hand.

"Mother fuck-!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, jostling both Danny and the man holding him. Then, he got out and opened the passenger side. "My name is Batman," he looked Danny in the eye as he spoke, "We want to help you, but you have to let us."

Holy, shit. He's with Batman?! And, and Batman had said called the other guy Red Hood. Red Hood was holding him?! He bit Red Hood! Just half kill him now. Just finish the job.

Batman picked Danny up, Red Hood climbing out of the car after them. Finally, Danny's mind returned to him and he began to struggle again, the small amount of adrenaline from his initial squirming on Red Hood's lap leaving his system quickly with the revelation of who his company now is. He hurt, but that wasn't going to make him docile. "No-no hospitals1"

"And no doctors." Batman finished.

"No sedatives, neither."

The black clad vigilante looked down at him before relenting. "Alright,"

Danny allowed himself to relax in Batman's arms. This guy was known to be the most violent of the Justice League, but he's also the one most kids seem to be comfortable around, considering the Robins. And, yeah, Danny had to agree. He's never experienced proper Dad Vibes (TM), but Batman definitely gives them off. Would he get in trouble for telling Batman that he feels like a dad? Thoughts for later.

DPxDC Prompt:

The vigilante meant well, taking the kid to the hospital to treat his injuries. The kid mumbled the entire time, barely conscious. "No hospital, please," he said more than once.

Poor kid, the vigilante thought. He must have a phobia of needles or something.

...

They never could have anticipated the danger they put that kid in, placing him in the care of that hospital.

I get to go outside and yell at people this shift.

Yay

-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

a writer who writes about taboo subjects doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they write what they write

an artist who draws dark, macabre art doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they draw what they draw

a writer who writes about taboo subjects doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they write what they write

an artist who draws dark, macabre art doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they draw what they draw

a writer who writes about taboo subjects doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they write what they write

an artist who draws dark, macabre art doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they draw what they draw

hope this helps 🥰