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    So… about 2 years ago i drew these two Tango dancing… like… WHY am I not surprised?😂🎶

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  • The Unexpected Day in the Life (Part 5)

    That one time a little girl managed to prove Victor Zsasz wrong.

    (Warning: Profanity, gun-use, & violent scenes. Please take caution before reading)


    (Victor’s POV)

    I can’t remember where I kicked my boots off. As I search for them, I flex my arms and shoulder muscles to relieve the tension there caused by the worst sleep of my life. It brings me no relief at all.

    I find my boots by the front door and clumsily pull them on without undoing the laces. Grabbing a glass of tap water, I return to find the girl sitting again and offer it to her. She takes it without question and quenches her thirst. I don’t know if she trusts me yet or if she’s purely this naïve, but I could have very well drugged her beverage and she would never know. Kids are such easy victims. I may be a sick bastard, but it’s a good thing I have no interest in harming kids.

    Wonder if she knows how lucky she is.

    “If you’re a bad guy, why are you helping me?” she asks with a curious brow, caressing the empty glass in her hands.

    “’Good’ and ‘bad’ are relative,” I say, unsure if she understands what I mean. “A badge doesn’t have to decide if someone’s good or bad.”

    She frowns, and I can see the gears churning in her head.

    “So… you’re a good guy.”

    I grind my teeth, feeling a slight irritation building in my chest. “Look, kid. Let me put it this way. I have guns, I’m not a cop, and I helped you anyway. Draw whatever conclusion you want from that.”

    Because to hell if I’ve managed to do that yet…

    She gnaws on her lip and seems to dive into some hard-core thinking. I leave her to her thoughts and fasten my holster around my back. I wince. God damn it I must be getting seriously old. Grabbing my bag of reinforced weapons and spare parts, I bring it back to the living room and cannot help but collapse into the seat beside the girl’s.

    If a bad chair is what it takes to break me, then I may as well retire because this is some fucked up shit.

    I reload my rifle and fit a small knife into the holster around my hips. Sometimes, guns just don’t do it for me. Stabbing and slashing though… that gives me way more room to exercise some creativity.

    I ignore the girl, but I know she’s watching me. As I search for some extra mags, I hear her prudently place the empty glass down against the foot of the couch. Then, I feel her small hand on my shoulder and my eyes snap to her. She’s nervous, I can tell from the slight pull of her lips and the softness in her touch, but her eyes are warm and concerned.

    “I… My mom says I give nice back missages.”

    My brain buffers for a few seconds. “Firstly, It’s massages. And, secondly, no thank you.”

    “But you helped me yesterday. I can be helpful, too.”

    Fuck. I want to say no. In fact, I did say ‘no’, but I wanna be more convincing about it. As I stare at her and think about her offer, I am once again made certain of something I’ve decided upon a long time ago: Kids are super weird. I don’t feel sorry for them or anything. They’re not my forte and I never had a problem telling them to fuck off before, but this kid right here made me act in ways that are way outside my element. I’ve never managed to have a conversation with a kid before, not since I was one, at least. I’ve definitely never helped one out, and I sure as hell was never at the receiving end of any gratitude from them.

    Stiffly, I grunt and begrudgingly turn my back to her. She doesn’t scoot in any closer, but her second hand does come to grab my other shoulder. Agile fingers flex timidly, and I can barely feel anything at all. Maybe if I remove my holster… but no. For some reason, I’m not letting her do this to fix my back. She wants to ‘be helpful’… I can let her feel helpful for a little while.

    “How old are you?” I ask on impulse.

    “I’m six, and I’m the tallest in my class.”

    I grin. There was a time when I cared about height, too.

    “How old are you?”

    I grimace. “I don’t know. Late thirties maybe.”

    “Why don’t you know?”

    “Because I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

    We’re both quiet now and I think I prefer it this way. Of course, you can’t have too much of a good thing, because she already starts talking again.

    “That’s why you have to have birthday parties. When you have one, you always remember how old you are. My birthday is in April and I always have it in the park and I get a lot of presents-“

    I tune her out as best as I can because it is too early for this. I vaguely hear her going on and on, but I try harder to clear my head and think of where to drop her off. I don’t know where she lives, and I suppose she can direct me, but there’s no way I’m taking directions from a kid. She could end up in the wrong house. The hospital is probably the safest way to go, because I am not driving one radius near a police station, let alone the GCPD headquarters.

    “Is your back better?”

    “Hm… huh?” I mumble distractedly. “Oh. Yeah, better.”

    It’s not better at all. I’m going to need way more than timid, skinny little fingers to untie the knots, but I suppose it’s the good intention behind it all that kinda puts me in awe. I could even call it cute. I could, but I won’t.

    I move away from her and her hands fall to her lap, but she’s smiling. I hope what I offer her is my best effort at a genuine smile and not a sneer.

    It’s just after five now, Penguin will no doubt expect me at around six. We have to get moving.

    “I’m still not carrying you,” I notify the girl. “You’re walking to the car, then I’m taking you to the hospital. They can call your folks.”

    She nods and carefully stands again. She walks slowly to the front door and shivers at the cool morning air. The sun has just begun to rise. This could buy me some more time.

    The car has little fuel, but it’s enough for two stops. I can ditch it at Penguin’s. I don’t care what he decides to do with it afterwards.

    As I drive, the girl sits more relaxed now than she did yesterday. She’s not putting any extra space between us and she’s not watching me like a deer in headlights. Instead, she looks out the window and says very little, but I can sense that she’s calm.

    With the streets so empty, I reach Gotham’s central hospital faster than I’d thought. I stop a little farther away from the main gate and turn to the girl.

    “This is as far as I’m going. Make your way inside and let them check your cut while they contact your parents.”

    She worries her bottom lip. “Come with me?”

    Shit. Attachment issues.

    “I can’t, kid. I got work.”

    Great. Now she’s sniffing. Why the hell is she–

    “Here,” she pulls out something dark and raggedy from her pocket. At first, I frown, but when she extends her hand to me, I realize it’s the glove I’d given her. It’s still stained with her blood, and she’s blushing furiously. “Sorry, it’s dirty.”

    I smile, and I know I smile for real this time because I don’t have to think about it.

    “Blood is not dirt,” I tell her, taking the glove from her and pocketing it myself.

    Then, before I can physically or mentally prepare myself, the girl comes in to wrap her short arms around my middle and presses herself to my stomach. I think this is a hug; an awkward one. The gear shift is in her way and I can tell she’s trying not to put any pressure on her knee as she stretches out to reach me. Worst of all, though, is that I feel awkward too, because I don’t hug her back. Not really.

    At first, I’m frozen in place, which is incredibly pathetic of me since I’m used to always having a plan, something to anticipate. This was not planned… although, neither was the massage, or the antagonizing conversations, or the injured leg, or the girl herself for that matter.

    Reluctantly, I place a hand to her shoulder. It’s not an embrace. I don’t know what this is. I decide to give her a friendly pat before I start pushing her away gently. Her hold tightens, and I realize I’m stuck.

    For the first time in a long time, I peer around at my surrounding to make sure nobody is witnessing this painful exchange. I’d gut them before attaining any pleasure from the act.

    The girl finally lifts her head up and stares at me with riveting eyes.

    “Thank you for saving my life, Victor.”

    I shift uncomfortably. She’s still clinging onto my torso and I don’t really know how much force I can use without hurting her.

    She’s expecting me to say something back. I stall by clearing my throat. “Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the missage. Massage. I meant massage.”

    Seriously. I’ll gut whoever may be watching this right now.

    The girl giggles and I manage to indulge her with a short chuckle. Finally, she lets me go and opens her door. Just as she’s getting out, she pauses, and I curse mentally.

    “You can come to my birthday party,” she says suggestively, rendering me frozen once again. “You don’t have to bring me presents, or anything. I’m having it in the park, like always. It’s on April 12.”

    Kids are so fucking weird.

    I could just say that I’ll be busy that day, or that I might be outside the city, or even point out that she never specified which park, since Gotham is littered with them, but I don’t say any of this.

    “I’ll try my best.” I reply, and it makes her smile.

    With a wave, she closes the door and walks slowly towards the hospital doors without hardly limping. I don’t drive away until I see her walking in.


    (To be continued)

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  • this is meta I’ve thought about a lot. Because there’s a lot of talk on “Bruce is responsible for all the crimes Joker does because he doesn’t kill him” ok but wait a minute :

    Call me crazy but, I don’t think the others want Joker dead either, because?? Joker is smart, extremely so, and could probably get out of any situation at any given time, but he’s got to be caught slipping. So why not kill him when he does? Why not take the opportunity to do the work yourself? Why haven’t other heroes tried to kill him?

    Sure, maybe Bruce would be there to try and stop them, but not all the time, so why? I always wondered, why did it have to be BRUCE specifically? Another aspect of why killing just isn’t in his quota is because Bruce is, at the end of the day, only human, and a lot of people tend to forget that because of the cawl.

    Batman is a symbol of justice, yeah, but a symbol with a dark weight. Keeping humanity intact is rotten work for a normal person, let alone someone with Bruce’s baggage.

    I understand thinking eliminating the problem from the core seems logical, but you have to think about the outside stuff as well. Creating villains like Joker isn’t the problem as there were and always will be bad, If not worse, guys like him.

    For example, killing one, two, three, countless murderers, rapists, etc, would lower the statics, but they would ryke up effective immediately because it’s not a one-man problem, but a system problem and no one can help that, as sad as it sounds, it’s the truth.

    The world is always going to be composed of bad people, but what keeps it in equilibrium is the amount of people who fight to raise above them everyday, knowing there’s little chance to abolish the issue but to still FIGHT the issue.

    That’s what matters at the end of the day, to me. I do understand why it may be concerning to see villains and Batman be rehabilitated just to be villains again, but?? I actually don’t think that’s true, and I really appreciate the way DC lets us know that.

    They DO get better, they do mend their ways, both on how they are and how they treat people, but at the end, someone has to be a villain so the heroes aren’t out of job.

    Few of Gotham’s villains are actually BAD people if you look at them, into their stories, but no one ever said Gotham was as merciful of a city as it’s Knight. I think the best way DC ever showed us that we as a society don’t let people get better is how they treated Oswald Cobblepot aka Penguin in Batman: The Animated Series. After reforming, Penguin is alienated from society both for his looks, and for the actions he has amended with.

    Of course they’re not obligated to forgive him, but it did show us why some villains stay villains even after being helped. More so, I think it’s really a narrative issue that appears in all long-running SCI-FI/Fantasy.

    They can be developed, there can be development, there can even be happy endings, there can be “getting better” but never really staying better, because it is a comic book series, a comic book WORLD. Staying good means the story ends, and no one can really have that because that’s not the point, you know?

    This code he has, this wish to value life, that’s never a BAD thing. It’ll never be a bad thing to help people, that’s what superheroes ARE. What happens if Bruce does kill the Joker, and becomes like the man who took his parents away? What does that make him?

    Sure, it may not seem that way to US, far from it, but with Bruce, who’s been exposed to the fragile equilibrium between morality and duty, that could be the line that just pushed him too far, and without heroes like Batman, what then? Killing Joker would be easier path, but ‘easy’ doesn’t mean right.

    Bruce’s care for other people always made me feel close to him, his faith in humanity was always touching and his selflessness is just 👌👌👌 Like, just looking at how many people he helped and IS helping despite the person he wants the world to see him as is something that I admired even when I was a kid lol, and! Maybe this is an unpopular decision, but I do think Batman knows Joker is a lost cause, beyond rehabilitation, but at the same time, I can say that he’s not something special to Bruce as he helps EVERY villain that way, and he doesn’t have control over what Joker does.

    I feel like, Bruce can sympathize with the fact his mental illness and feels guilty for letting him live, but… I never understood why everyone desperately wanted to see Bruce turned into a killing machine.

    Batman is, first and foremost, a VIGILANTE. Aka not someone that works with law or applies law in the force of what he believes in.

    He’s not a judge, jury, and he’s not an executioner, he’s not an otherworldly power that decides who should die and who has the right to live. Batman was ALWAYS just a man, and no man should have that amount of power to him, because so many people use that everyday for their own gains to provoke more and more pain, and it’s not fair to him that everyone disrespects his moral compass and his code.

    I always thought that people always forget Bruce’s trauma when they scream for him to kill Joker, - I’m sorry but it’s? Kinda dehumanizing to expect an orphan who lost his parents in an act of cold-blooded murder to kill someone else without missing a blink.

    Sure, maybe other characters would, but Bruce is NOT other characters and I think his creators wanted us to never forget that.

    You don’t ask a person like Bruce to kill someone for the same reason you don’t ask a burn victim to be a fireman. It’s his job to protect the city, yeah, but it’s not his job to KILL. He never signed up for that.

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  • I was just playing Batman The Telltale Series Enemy Within and someone said “Is this some kind of a joke?” to Harley Quinn and she said “Do I look funny to you? Like some kind of a punchline?”

    Trust me, that game is really funny but this is the funniest referance I’ve seen so far

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  • jerome: crushes are the worst

    jerome: whenever i’m around someone i have a crush on i start acting stupid

    jon: you always act stupid

    jerome: yeah don’t think too hard about that’ll

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  • Jerome, holding a giraffe plushie: Did you hear what my giraffe just said?


    Jerome, giggling: He’s so inappropriate!

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    Detective Comics Annual #4

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  • Reason 847 of why you should not want to watch TV with me is that I will yell at the TV. I will, full on “DONT DO THAT OH MY GOD HE DID IT ARE YOU DUMB”

    I’ll be yelling at the characters. I’ll be yelling at the directors. I’ll just be yelling. Especially if it’s a big scene and I’ll just be sitting there screaming. Yeah. That’s why you don’t want to watch TV with me

    #cobble talks#gotham #why you shouldnt watch tv with me #help
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  • In Gotham City, mentally troubled comedian Arthur Fleck is disregarded and mistreated by society. He then embarks on a downward spiral of revolution and bloody crime. This path brings him face-to-face with his alter-ego: the Joker.(2019)

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  • Am I the only one that thinks about what it would be like if Jerome and post spray Jeremiah teamed up? Could you imagine the havoc they would wreak on Gotham??

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    The continuation of Damian’s rebellion planning

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