the first, the last, and the only time (we touch)
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the thing about killing jack drake in identity crisis is that it deprived us of the bruce and jack dynamic that makes tim miserable we deserved.
bruce doesn't know how to cook. jack also doesn't know how to cook. tim never wants to see a tuna fish sandwich again.
everytime bruce is too hard on tim, jack objects and says he should be easier on the boy. when bruce goes easier on him "you shouldn't be so soft on him."
bruce & jack argue over tim's future. bruce says he should be a detective. jack is adamant he should be an archeologist. tim would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.
"uh. listen to bruce" jack says. "uh. listen to your father" bruce says. tim doesn't want to listen to either of them.
how expensive are trips to paris again?
after bruce returns from the timestream he figures he may as well offer tim's jobless dad a job at the company side of batman inc. on account of he knows the secret. this job involves a lot of travel. now both of tim's dads are traveling 75% of the year. tim wonders why this keeps happening to him.
shit, he can't go to paris if bruce and jack are there.
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Danny: sticking snacks in the wall
Jazz: “Nuh-uh. You are not putting that in the wall.”
Danny: What?
Jazz: Your snack. Eat it now or seal it up and decontaminate it.
Danny: I want to save it for later. It’ll be a midnight snack.
Jazz: That’s fine. Just not in the wall, and it needs to be decontaminated first.
Danny: Why?
Jazz: Out of sight out of mind. Do you remember what happened the last time you put one of those in the wall?
Danny: What? Pssh. N-no. No I don’t remember anything. Nothing happened a-and I got to eat yummy snacks.
Jazz: Oh really? You don’t remember? Let me refresh it for you. Your snack became sentient, tore a hole through the drywall, and started attacking us. At 2am. We lost our security deposit.
Danny: The landlord couldn’t prove anything! They didn’t even show up on the security cameras!
Jazz: pointed look
Danny: sigh Fine. I’m hungry now anyway.
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Ice 1.06 the X-files is iconic because it shows how little fluffy 5'2" Special Agent Dana Scully, who even if they had more cases than we saw had been a field agent for less than a dozen investigations, is 100% willing to bodily fight a bunch of strangers twice her mass with no backup at the slightest provocation. She's a little deranged, honestly, but I respect her so much
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Gun and Goo with Reader: Manga Raws
G/N. Silly.
Gun has a headache. The type of throbbing that starts at the temples before spreading across his entire skull, his ears and jaw and neck, that would leave a weaker person debilitated.
Fortunately he is not weak. Unfortunately, he still needs to put up with you and Goo.
"Please?"
Goo takes one look at you, and mimics your expression, "Yeah, please?"
Gun peers, features not indicating any discomfort, impassively into yours and Goo's face. Both batting your eyelashes at him, mouth pulled down, bottom lip jutting out in a way some would describe as cute and pitiful.
He takes one drag of his cigarette then blows the smoke in your direction.
It has the desired effect.
Goo reels back, spluttering and waving the fumes away and pulling you back with him.
"Say something!" He stage-whispers into your ear.
"Like what?"
"Anything! I don't care. Do whatever. Get on your knees and beg or blow-"
"Stop if you don't want me to pluck out your tongue," You shove the blonde roughly, eyes narrowing at his words.
There's a huff of amusement behind you and you seize your opportunity.
"Gun," you coo, whirling round, "The manga raws are out, the translations are always shit and delayed. You're fluent in Japanese. Of course we were gonna ask you. It's gonna take five minutes, tops." Your reasoning falls on deaf ears, charming smile ignored, and Gun raises an eyebrow in your direction.
It's time for your trump card.
"I know you have a headache. You know that we won't stop being annoying until you help us. And we all know that that headache can get much much worse."
Goo nods enthusiastically in your peripheral vision.
Letting out a sigh of defeat, Gun begrudging caves, "Fine-"
"Oh!" You weren't sure it was going to work, "Thanks-"
"Except," Gun throws Goo a smirk, "You can't tell Goo what happens."
You give Goo a thumbs up behind your back at the same time as you grin and say, "Deal!"
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