Batman’s fat milkers over anything.

Careful , he bites .

Fly him to the moon . . . it doesn’t matter if he runs out of breath .

Depressed , Sad , & Drunk Jay >>>>> Deal with it , loser .

⠀ . . . what makes you / think / that he’ll even consider such offer ? if he’s going , he’ll most likely poison your drink . Besides , he has more important things to deal with . ⠀

⠀ . . . sssh , shit . he’s reaching out to his holstered pistol , eyes filled with rage — “ DON’T YOU CALL YOURSELF MY FATHER !! ” now pointing at him , hands trembling , veins pumpin’ . . . “ you’re not . . . my father . ” ⠀

⠀ . . . sighh , here he goes again — hood’s laying in bed , taking strong pills to make his inner monsters go away / and mixing it with alcohol / completely disconnected from reality . ⠀

⠀ . . . he’s sitting on the edge of the Wayne tower . Watching the sunset. ⠀

⠀ . . . I wonder where that person is right now . Six feet under ? Don’t be a fool . If all the odds stand against you — it’d be easier to retreat and try again some other time . It’s not giving up , it’s called ( being smart ) . ⠀

⠀ . . . that brat is so terribly annoying , god — give me patience . ⠀

⠀ . . . yeah , damian . . . totally ( not ) damian . ⠀

Yeah, anyway. Like this shit to plot in DMs.