Crazy Idea:

Crazy idea:

What if I give the characters I write the character growth canon seems to give up on?

What if I give those characters both healthy and unhealthy ways to process trauma and emotion?

What if, instead of giving those characters one personality trait each, I give them so much personality that they change how they act depending on who they're around?

What if I give those characters responses to situations that are logical to their character, but not the situation, or vice versa?

What if I write those characters like they're human? (Or human adjacent)

Dick, Tim, Damian, Wally, Bart, Konner, and Jon are all hanging out.

Wally: "Who would win in a fight, Batman or Superman?"

Dick: "Batman."

Konner and Jon: "Superman."

Damian: "Batman would obviously win if they fought."

Bart: "Literally how? Superman can not only fly, but he's got super strength , invulnerability, lazer eyes, and ice breath! Batman's got what, a fancy car and a grabbling hook?"

Tim: "Did you guys seriously never look into any of the Justice League heroes?"

Wally: "No...why would we need to?"

Tim: "....Superman and Batman have already fought."

Konner and Dick: "What!?"

Jon: "Who won?"

Tim: "Batman."

Bart: "No way."

Damian: "I told you father would win."

Wally: "How?"

Tim: "B's got contingency plans for his contingency plans. You really think he didn't find a way to, at the very least, contain Superman the second he learned about him?"

Konner: "Well, yeah, we all know he does. But that doesn't answer how."

Tim: "Ask Lois or Wonder Woman, they were both there."

Dick: "Not Alfred?"

Tim: "You really think he would've let B beat up Superman?"

Dick: *eats Danny's food*

Danny: "ACAB!"

Dick: "I said I was sorry!"

Danny: "That doesn't bring back my pudding, jerk!"

There was an emergency call off at work, so instead of calling someone much closer, I got called in!

On one hand, I would've liked more notice than "from now to 5". On the other hand, the money is good (our highest paying venue).

So, I work a double today from when I get there to 5 before moving to the theatre from 5:30 to 9 (or whenever I'm let off)

Whatever. Manager C gets car makeup. It looks horrible, but mom managed to hit almost ever bump

Update: I just checked to see what was going on. I get to work for Tony Hawk today!

I'm at a credentialed entrance. Everyone has to have one of 5 credentials to come down here today. This is roughly the exact conversation I just had with two kids. (It's a sloped tunnel and they're on scooters)

"Do you have credentials?"

"Can we go down there?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because you need credentials."

"What's going on?"

"There's an event here tomorrow, so they're loading it in."

"Oh. Can we just ride down the slope? Go look at the set up?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because you need credentials."

"Where do we get credentials?"

"The white tent over there had a list of names. They all get credentials."

*someone walks by* "Well, why does she get to go in?"

"Because she has credentials."

"What's the event? Is it a rave."

"Nope; Skateboarding."

"Can we go ride the track?"

"Nope. Ya need credentials."

"Is Tony Hawk gonna be here?"

"Probably." It's his event.

"Well, my dad owns the venue. Can I go in?"

"You need credentials."

"My dad's Tony Hawk."

"I don't care. You need credentials."

"My dad owns this lot."

"You need credentials."

"Can we get in tomorrow?"

"With a ticket, yes."

"Do the tickets cost money?"

"Probably."

"We're gonna go get our credentials."

And that was the last I saw them. 20 minutes ago.

Why didn't I do this before?

Danny: *introduces a spicy piece of lore that others would call trauma (not to be confused with ✨trauma✨)*

Dick, wondering what the hell happened to the sunshine incarnate before he showed up on his apartment: Say sike. Say sike right the fuck now."

Danny 'I'm not a therapist, that's my sister Fenton': "Um...sike?"

Dick '21 is too young for grey hairs!' Grayson: "There isn't nearly enough alcohol-!"

Tim, watching this all go down from Drake Manor via security cameras he had Danny put up: Is this...a best friend?

Danny: *trauma dumps like he's talking about the weather*

Constantine: "Say sike. Say sike right the fuck now."

Danny: "Um....sike?"

Constantine, forgoing his flask in favor of a bottle of vodka: "There isn't nearly enough alcohol-!"