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Did you notice the slight difference?

“Are you here all night?” Jason asked, “or are you planning to, you know, be a human? I think those go home sometimes.”

High above Jason’s head, a swarm of bats entered the cave, winding among the stalactites and screeching a kind of garbled response.

Dick, however, said nothing. He remained bent over one of the long tables on the cavern floor, examining a map Jason could barely see from his own seat a short distance behind, ignoring Jason and his sarcasm both. 

Jason didn’t enjoy being ignored. 

Fine. 

“I have some tasks you could take over,” he suggested, in his least helpful voice, “if you’re in the market for an excuse to keep working. I know you make those sometimes.”

Nothing.

“I have some weapons to clean, if you want to do that. You could type out all my old cases, if that works, because I only have the originals and those are hard to work with.”

Still nothing.

“Take out the trash?” Jason tried. “Wash the dishes? I put a load of laundry in a couple of hours ago, but there’s a wool jacket in the mix, so be careful what you put in the dryer.”

Dick didn’t move. Jason was enjoying himself now.

“Write a sonnet? Map the White House?” Jason held up a finger Dick couldn’t see, like he had just remembered something interesting. “I think there’s a library on 8th that exploded a few days back, so if you could just grab the rubble from the street and rebuild it by hand, that would be great.”

No reaction. 

“Whatever,” said Jason, “I’m out of here. Get some sleep maybe? I know the whole work-to-outrun-despair routine is your ‘thing,’ or whatever, but it never looks good on you. Have you considered—”

Jason cut himself off as Dick finally turned away from the table. Looking him in the eye, Jason felt suddenly and inexplicably afraid. 

“Go on,” said Dick, quietly.

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Idk if I should post this on ig cuz looks kinda messy, but theyre my old fav cuties

Update: I did lol

HEY can someone tell me what pic is better? Which one do u prefer

trans:

"That sound..." "I like it" "it's the prettiest thing I've heard in my life"

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Please I need this to be canon

do you see my vision?

Real, I love the comic's artstyle but dawg they have a lot of material to make a really interesting things and details like this that we all would love to see even if they're small, or js talk a little bit more about all the stuff that could easily traumatize a kid and what's Ijins reaction at that, how those things that he lived at such a young age are affecting his mental health but nah apparently not a lot of ppl cares abt it, let's focus on how handsome is Ijin for the 10th time yeah why not

yu ijin's multiple languages

i'm actually kind of sad that the manhwa didn't portray the cultural differences more in ijin, between the foreign land that he grew up in and korea. We had a glimpse of it, like ijin not being bothered by korea's summer heat while the others around him were nearly melting. it seemed to be implied that the foreign land is Mediterranean or middle eastern. there were more representation of culture shock in terms of morality and social-environment, but not the country and culture.

i wish there would be more representation to the different languages, like the numbers talking to each other in another language, but it seems like everyone speaks korean (the numbers suddenly being able to speak with ijin's family, etc.) . which can even be considered as a plot hole, but its just a small detail so its not a big deal. we can't expect a manhwa to be geographically accurate anyway lol

+ i actually headcanon that the camp resides in middle east, and the camp speaks arabic, but they are required to know multiple languages for the variety of different customers they get. this could be the plot hole's solution tbh, an explanation why ijin would know korean and english, same for the numbers. perhaps the camp had an associate to a korean team, thats why hangul was included to their language. lol atp im just setting up my own world building

It’s always okay to laugh at two dimensional chaos demons.

Dick is a pretty boy. Everyone knows it, except him.

There is an unwritten rule about not hitting him in the face, everyone follows it, (even from his time as Robin some people already followed this rule). His siblings when by miracle they train together. His team when they get together to practice strategies and fighting methods. Even the damned villains and evildoers know not to hit the pretty bird in the face.

Dick never finds it strange. Somehow, he thinks it's simply because people have learned that punching him in the face isn't really going to stop him, if they're looking to confuse him, hitting the back of his head is more effective.

It's not until a drug dealer accidentally hits him in the nose for the first time in years, breaking it, that he notices something strange. How could he not? The battle stops for a moment because his companions start yelling at him, telling him that his face is off limits, and the dealer apologizes.

Dick barely blinks and stops them, then goes to his apartment to clean up the blood, the pain not even bothering him at this point. That's why he doesn't understand why not only his team makes a fuss about it the next day, but they even call his siblings to tell them what happened. He's not even that hurt ??????

The only other person who doesn't make a fuss about it is Batman, who has punched Dick in the face enough times to find it odd. Nobody is happy with Batman upon discovering that fact.

to reintroduce Jason to the world Bruce decides to just mysteriously announce that he’s adopted a new son and will introduce him at the next Wayne gala. all of Gotham is buzzing about the new child Bruce is gonna appear with. Jason cries from laughing.

Gothamite: what the. what

Bruce, grinning ear to ear, hand on Jason’s shoulder: this is my new son!

Gothamite: he’s not new.

Dick: well, repurposed.

Bruce: i don’t know what you’re all talking about! son, introduce yourself!

Gothamite: he’s not- you already- i thought this one was dead?!?

Jason, completely straight faced: hello, my name is Todd, Todd Jason.

Gothamite:

Tim, tiredly to Damian: and this is why we don’t let B and Jay make important decisions after they’ve shared 3 bottles of wine.

Silly comic below