LOOK I AM IN FACT GONNA THROW HANDS WITH MY BRAIN FOR GIVING ME THIS IDEA WHEN IT REFUSES TO WORD - BUT BASICALLY???
YouTuber batkids, right? Batkids who want to connect, in some way, with the world they're protecting, - at least Dick, who started the whole fire, actually.
He has YouTube tutorials giving out gymnastics tips, stretching cheat codes, balancing a healthy routine with the occasional work out routine that's friendly for all body types and also talks about mental health
Tim happened to walk in on him telling the camera about someone named " Kori" who seems to be " out of this world" , and Tim is like OH COOL??? I WANNA DO THIS, TOO??? That event signed the birth of Wayne Enterprises prank compilations
I can see Jason bringing some limelight to BookTube again; He also gives out AMAZING writing tips, routines, provides college level advice and lessons for free, and he also has series where he's discussing literature tropes he's tired of/hates " Stop trying to fix him, youre not Dr. Frankenstein "
His most popular video is titled " Women In Literature: Are They Better Than Men? (SPOILER! They've always been.) " But he also bakes with Alfred a whole lot, as well as doing make-up and mystery videos with Tim
" Hold on, fuck, I ALWAYS mess up the eyeliner-" Bruce, a well known and lusted after cryptid on his kid's channels, simply pulls out a knife and does perfect wings before walking away
Bruce for the mom that brings kids fruits and doesn't know what the hell a vlog or stream is!!!
Jason games sometimes, mostly when he's on Duke and Steph's channel, and I physically NEED for Bruce to walk in, oversized superman sweater on, holding a plate of berries and oranges and he's like, " Jay, you have to eat your fruits-"
" I don't LIKE fruits"
" well, Tim's gonna be devasted, but you still NEED to"
Just Duke and Stephanie trying not to laugh while their big brother almost breaks his neck trying to run away from Bruce when the man wants to kiss his cheek
Damian can be seen causing mischief in the background of every video, regardless who's channel he's on, and the internet loves him as much as Bruce;
Stephanie has a " dami's zoo" series where she shows that little menace animal movies and he just roasts the absolute red jelly out of the producers; " The number of people who deserve oxygen lowers by the day"
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There is so much nuance to the ep 6 scene between KJ and Lauren, I can’t get over it.
the motion older!KJ makes as they walk out, reaching for Lauren, realizing just in time that they are, in fact, in her hometown in Ohio and cutting short before she can land what was probably going to be an instinctive kiss
KJ coming in hot with the world’s most polite “hello!” and managing to make what must feel lightly like small talk for thirty seconds before dropping her voice to this shy, slightly-terrified question
the inability to hold eye contact. the faltering, wordless noises. the way she blinks like she’s seconds from just passing out in the middle of this theater--that is exactly how it feels to come out to someone for the first time. the edges of your vision go a little fuzzy, your heart is in your throat, you genuinely feel shaky, and all of that is so present in this performance
the sense of mild defeat in how she just lands on “movies” instead of “girls”, like she’s embarrassed she can’t just say it
the gentle ah hah expression on Lauren’s face as she realizes what this petrified kid is trying to ask her, and how smoothly she doesn’t correct her--just rolls with this safe code word
KJ’s nod and very tiny “uh-huh” without moving like any part of her face. like she’s reverting to standing as still as possible, protective coloring coming up in every inch of her frame
Lauren actually taking a minute to think about it before answering. and and then not giving the answer KJ asked for--”how did YOU know”--but what KJ actually needs to hear. what any kid in her position would: not everyone will get it, but everyone’s journey is their own, and there is no rush
(again, this is why I’m so delighted they wrote it the way they did--KJ and Lauren, not KJ and older!KJ, because older!KJ would have a definitive answer to give. it might be “I always knew, in the back of my mind” or it might be “when I was eighteen and kissed a girl for the first time”, but whatever the answer, it would cement KJ back into a box. this is your future, immutable, and there is no journey you could take that I haven’t already gone on. I’m so fucking glad they didn’t do this, that they let her have the reassurance that any timeline is the right one if it’s hers.)
again, that flutter-blink/quick breath combo that looks like she’s gonna pass out--but this time, there’s relief in it. it’s less “how do I say this Huge Thing” and more “oh thank god, she knows what I’m asking, she knows without me saying, and she’s being kind”
It is beautifully put together, such a gentle way of saying to this baby gay, “Nobody can tell you who you are except you, but whoever that winds up being is so okay. Listen to yourself. Trust yourself. You will be happy, I promise you.” It is a critical bit of advice so many queer people just don’t get, and to write it into KJ’s story is one of the show’s biggest kindnesses.
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Sweet Nothing
I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings
Outside they’re push and shoving
You're in the kitchen hummin'
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
A slice of domesticity, as they call it. Or, when Jason’s around, things go as you like it.
I’ve decided Karma will stay a oneshot, but I’ll be writing a piece dedicated to the wedding after Midnights is over. Keep an eye out for it ;)
Gotham was a peculiar place to live in.
Most nights, it was dark, pitch black and blood red mingling from the back alleys to the big roads. Most days, it was gray, even as the city bustled with life. However, the few times a year that it became just like any other city was the holidays.
Your breath came in puffs of smoke as you panted slightly, out-of-office rounds were becoming more and more frequent as Christmas approached. More business to take care of, last-minute deadlines before the holiday break.
As you began to recognize landmarks on your way home, you considered cutting through the mall. It would be warmer and faster. Less riskier than slipping on the icy sidewalk.
Surely there won’t be that many people.
And you set off for the nearest entrance.
-
The mall was packed.
“What is this, a T-Swift concert?” you moaned as you tried to swerve past a group of people going in the opposite direction. “Never taking this shortcut on holidays again… don’t know what I was thinking.”
The high ceilings of the mall projected the rumble of the crowd into your ears as you wove in between shoppers. And as you noticed more and more Christmas merchandise, you realized just how stupid your idea of a shortcut had been.
You were so glad that your husband wasn’t here to tease you. You’d never hear the end of it.
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You made it home eventually. After a few minutes more of getting jostled by eager children and frenzied shoppers, you had slipped out a side door in the end.
It had been a long day, and you could feel it in your aching bones as you dragged yourself across the threshold of your new home.
“Honey, I’m home,” you sang tiredly as you shucked off your shoes at the door.
“In the kitchen,” your husband called out.
Your husband.
You sighed happily, some of your fatigue dripping away with it like water down a sink. It delighted you to no end to be able to call him that, call him yours. Just as you were going to peek in the kitchen, Jason came to you first.
He was wearing one of your aprons, the red-green-and-white checkered one. It was the subject of your never-ending debate on whether it was Christmas themed or all-purpose. You ignored that today, instead opting to press a soft kiss to his jaw.
“Hey, doll,” he greeted you. A mischievous grin appeared on his lips. “Or should I say my wife?”
“Both are much appreciated,” you murmured into the crook of his neck. He wrapped an arm around you, careful not to touch you with his ‘cooking hands’. But the gentle flex of his bicep against your spine was more than enough.
“Rough day?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. It’s coming to a close, though,” you told him as your gazes met.
“Good.” He left kisses along your hairline before releasing you from his grip. “Go wash up and I’ll have dinner on the table when you get back.”
“My little househusband,” you teased.
“Don’t know about the little part, but I am a helluva cook,” he winked.
“Agreed.” Shaking your head good-naturedly, you went to freshen up for dinner.
-
The sky outside was a smoky gray-black when you passed the window, noticing some stray snowflakes beginning to drift down.
“Jay,” you called ahead. “It’s snowing.”
“Yeah?” He looked up from where he’d been setting the table.
“It’s snowing out,” you repeated, coming to loop your arms around his waist. He hummed as he grasped your hands and lifted them to his lips. Kisses tickled your fingertips as he graced them with soft pecks. You nuzzled into his defined back, the skin there warming up swiftly as you pressed your cheek into him.
“Someone’s feeling cuddly tonight,” he commented fondly, slowly turning in your embrace so that he could face you.
“Am I?” You wondered, touching your cold warm forehead to his. He murmured a yes and began to twirl you slowly around the table to your seat. “No couch?” You asked as he sat in his own chair, chuffing in contentment.
“Nope. Figured I should up the ante a bit, especially since you’ve been working so hard lately.”
Nodding gratefully, you dug into the meal he’d prepared for the both of you, eyes closing in ecstasy as the first flavors hit your tongue.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?” You asked, although already knowing the answer.
“Alfie. But you knew that,” he chastised playfully. “He’s taught you a few tricks too, right?”
“Mhm. Can we go see him soon?”
“Not on Fridays. That’s when almost everyone’s home,” he grumbled. You giggled.
“But Jay–”
“Don’t but Jay me, you can’t rope me into another Christmas gala.”
“We haven’t been to one in a while,” you pointed out. “Might as well go, to celebrate our marriage, hmm?” You gave him your best puppy eyes, a product of watching him and Dick do it to you a few too many times. And sure enough, Jason cracked.
“Fine,” he relented. “But you’re staying with me the whole time, darling.”
“Of course I will,” you assured him. He perked up, eyes brightening ever so slightly. You loved that soft blue glimmer, it made you want to wrap him in a hug and never let go. He always told you that he felt the same.
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You sank into the couch after dinner, a smile on your face and warmth in your belly. It was the best feeling to sit here and know that Jason would come to you. And come he did, appearing in the doorway arch like magic. You beckoned to him, and he obeyed with a wordless smile.
“Hi,” you breathed as your noses brushed.
“Hi,” he replied. His arms snaked around you, gradually lowering you so that your back was on the couch and his head was on your thighs.
“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” You joked, stroking his hair and gazing fondly at him.
“I love you either way, sweetheart,” he said easily, eyes slipping closed as he leaned into your touch. Your heart purred, it was fascinating to see how you healed him as much as he did for you.
“Hey, Jay?”
“Mh?”
“Thank you… for everything.”
“‘S not a problem, doll.”
The warm lights blinked gently as the snow swirled down outside. Yes, it might get dark and gray sometimes, but you knew your little world with him would always stay bright.
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