— 𝐁. 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

I 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 WHO I AM. I’VE SEEN WHAT’S 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗘.

trudging down the city street in gotham, bruce in disguise in plain sight: a pair of sunglasses and a cap and no one looks twice at him. he’s headed for the narrows.

|| saw the batman. re-entered a phase. and now i’m back ajdjwjdjs

standing on the sidewalk.

|| what i wanna know is. is the gotham verse. even around? is the gotham verse…….. here?

|| guess who is rewatching gotham rn :’)

|| 🧍‍♂️

he takes a run and go and hops onto @R1ddl3s’ back! true little gremlin brother fashion. “happy birthday, ed!”

eyes roll. he looks them up and down. “fine. I don’t have time to talk to 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔.” ouch. he’s mean.

there’s a scowl written on this young man’s face. he really is too serious for his own good. not to mention — grouchy. “I don’t have time to argue with kids,” is all he grumbles. he starts to walk off but . . . damn it. he can’t just leave them there!

he looks at his hand. there are indentions! that will teach him to wear gloves he supposes. “that wasn’t very nice.”

he lets out a little snarling noise. angry boy. this. this is why children scare him. he doesn’t like this. he gives his arm another shake. trying to pry them off.

ow! hey! get off me! he lets out a little growl. and then he just . . . lifts his arm. and them, if they don’t let go.

whoa, hey! ouch! yep. that will do it. he winces, reaching down to pry them off. he doesn’t know!! how to handle!! kids!!