Okay But What If Cass Never Really Thinks Too Hard About Why Steph Always Seems To Show Up In Her Near

Do we think that Bruce Wayne sleeps with others to maintain his Brucie persona or does he just pay people to say he slept with them?

Or a secret third option where people constantly spread rumours that he sleeps around a lot and Bruce just says they are true cause it fits his persona?

This can be entirely Headcanon based if you want, I’m looking for opinions!

you know for a pretty simple concept - young boy becomes big magic man and he's nice - the lore is very complex

i think cass is always quietly trying to encourage her family to protect their necks, whether training in instincts during spars or by vetoing costume designs without throat protection. she knows it's not anymore vulnerable than your soft tummy and achilles tendons, but the illogical part of her will never forget her hand slick in blood watching a body do something she's never seen before and wondering why is it doing that? what did i steal from him when i grabbed? what was so important that i tore away?

Two-Face in court: Hey... (Flips coin, it lands bad.) Mothers and fuckers of the jury.

Thinking about Cassandra Cain and what the name Cain means in a biblical context.

In the Torah (I'm Jewish, so the Jewish interpretations of the text are what I'm familiar with - if any Muslims or Christians out there have different perspectives, I'd love to hear them!) Cain was a farmer, working the land to raise crops, while his brother Abel was a shepherd, raising sheep for wool and meat. They both offer sacrifices to G-d, but while Abel offers the best portion of the meat from his flock, Cain offers the worst of his crops. G-d accepts Abel's offering, but rejects Cain's. In a jealous rage, Cain kills his brother, committing the first murder and being exiled for his crime. He is destined to walk the Earth, visibly marked as an outcast, poisoning the soil he once worked in and bringing ruin to the world around him.

For Cassandra to carry this name is very interesting. It lines up perfectly with how she sees herself, especially in her earlier stories - desperately trying to please a father who she loves and fears in equal measure, until she finally does the unforgivable to earn his love. Forever tainted by a murder she committed when she was young, unable to escape it, destined to forever be an outcast from the people around her. She believes that she is a bringer of destruction, doomed to bring ruin to every life she touches; that she carries a mark upon her forehead that everyone can see, branding her forever as a murderer. She has sinned, and she can never escape that.

The blood of her victim cries out from the ground, and the mark of Cain is forever branded upon her forehead. She can never escape the curse of being eternally an outsider. She can never be clean of the blood on her hands. She can never be forgiven for what she has done.

“We should give Billy Batson a gun” He should be given a kiss on the forehead and a warm glass of milk- the gun could then be discussed at a later date.

repeat after me: Cass is NOT a lamp standing in the corner watching the other bats do funnies, she IS the funnies, she HAS a personality and it’s a GREAT one filled with MISCHIEF AND WHIMSY. say it again.

Updated version of Boy Who Cried Wolf but there are actual wolves every single time and no one ever believes the boy - they get closer and closer every time he tries to warn them, until it's too late and the whole town screams at the boy for not warning them "enough", and blame him for the wolves at their door.

having depression makes your friends seem like the coolest most put together people on earth like wow... you got out of bed, had breakfast, went to work, AND spent some time on a hobby when you got home....? that's so impressive you're like superman or something. can i borrow your power.

8 year old freshly adopted Dick, throwing the moths and flies he caught on Patrol directly at Bruce's face: I got you dinner!

Bruce, who was just bombarded with insects: Chum?!

Dick, smiling cheerfully: Bats eat insects!

Bruce:

Dick: I just read it in a book

Bruce:

Bruce: Bats also eat fruits and nectar

Dick: So you're a fruity bat?

Bruce:

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Dick, throwing an apple at him the next day: Dinner!

Bruce: