Im Still Pissed That He Fumbled Her. TO THIS DAY.

I’m still pissed that he fumbled her. TO THIS DAY.

RAHHHHH

Mythical realness

How do you sleep at night being a Bruce Wayne defender???

With a warm weighted blanket, five cushiony pillows, a cup of peppermint tea on my nightstand, and lit vanilla candles. Any further questions?

ngl injustice could’ve been avoided if Batman and Superman just kissed and made up

Fighting the urge not to write a fic where Bruce is there when Jason claws his dead ass out of the grave.

Or alternatively, Jason waddles to the manor and it’s this whole ordeal of trying to get Jason out of that little half-conscious thing he had going on yk?

My only problem is that I have no clue how to post on Ao3 because I send all my works to my friends lmao (but I will learn for the sake of it….)

nothing to see here, just the average divorced couple