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Tim "won't end you but will end your bloodline" Drake:

No, see, because Dick is the funniest result of being raised by Bruce and Alfred in that he can cook (like Alfred can) but he chooses to eat weird fast food and takeout on purpose (like Bruce does only because he can’t cook).

Thus, we get comics where Dick will cook an actual, quality meal for a hungry sibling but then his apartment is full of pizza boxes in weird flavors and he once ate abandoned popcorn from an empty sports stadium.

I’m also 98% sure that it’s Dick’s fault that Tim’s favorite type of pizza is Canadian bacon and artichoke hearts. But if Tim wants then Dick will hand him a thermos of warm home made soup. Older brother who can meet any of your food needs!

jason es un hermano amoroso pero raro

So I get the idea in my head that Jason is a very loving brother, but in his own way. They never showed him any real affection, but sometimes his mother did, but in a weird, silly way. Jason usually arrives at the mansion pushing everyone with his broad shoulders and weird smile. But then when he's feeling genuinely sentimental, he comes and steals his brothers' food. It doesn't matter that he doesn't even like Damian's vegan food. He just takes a bite and moves on. But then he sits down, looks his brothers in the eyes, and with a thick, intimidating voice, says, "Tim, I love you, but... I'd trade you for a pizza." He always does that. He mentions anything edible, and that's it. His brothers are offended and touched by it, so they usually give him chocolates as a token of affection or cook something he really likes so that when Jason steals their food, he'll enjoy it.

Básicamente escribo esto porque es lo que yo hago con mis hermanos.

Porciento vi un post de que Jason es fan de las donitas Bimbo pero la verdad yo soy fiel creyente de que el es el fan número 1 de los buñuelos Bimbo. No puedo dejar de imaginar cómo alfred lo regala porque deja boronas en la baticomputadora

Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.

It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”

The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…

Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.

Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?

No!

If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!

The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.

Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.

Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.

When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.

It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.

Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.

“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.

Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”

It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.

Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.

He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.

It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.

But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.

Bruce just doesn’t get that.

Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…

Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.

He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”

With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.

He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.

Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”

Everyone groans.

that one malcolm in the middle cold open where they’re getting family photos taken and lois has to yell ‘wheres dewey? dewey! get back here, that’s not your family!’ because when she turns around she sees dewey has just walked into another family’s shot and started posing with these random strangers, but its janet and jack drake at a family photoshoot taking their eyes off their 8yr old son for one second and tim instantly abandoning them to stand within the grouped wayne kids for family photos while jason and dick just kinda eye him weirdly and let it happen because why the fuck not

Hola personas del mundo.

Hace una semana o poco más tuve una conversación con un par de "amigos" ( ya no son mis amigos) y mencioné algo sobre el autismo.

Se que no tengo un diagnóstico oficial sin embargo considero que la autoevaluación ( investigando bien obviamente) puede ser bastante buena y en especial cuando el servicio de salud mental en el país es malo.

Pero también recordemos que mi psicóloga sugiere( básicamente me dijo ) que soy autista.

Entonces estuve hablando sobre muchas cosas y mencioné experiencias pasadas.

Y se preguntarán qué paso ? Bueno básicamente me dijeron que estaba loca , que era rara, que no tenía eso y que tal vez era retrasada.

Y entonces me que de pensando y encontré esto: los neurotipicos siempre sabrán que eres diferente sin embargo ellos piensan que mientras tengas manos y pies estás bien , y solo eres un dramático. En serio eso piensan y no olvidemos el típico " eres normal " o "no lo pareces".

Lo más triste es que unos de esos amigos quería ser psicóloga y también trabajo en una guardería.Basicamente me fijo que no lo era porque no era como un niño BANG SORPRESA LOS NIÑOS AUTISTAS CRECEN Y SE CONVIERTEN EN ADULTOS AUTISTAS!

Se que tal vez algunos estén en desacuerdo conmigo porque no tengo el diagnóstico oficial, pero créeme que iré a una evaluación lo antes posible, estoy un poco agitada económicamente en este momento pero tal vez el próximo mes pueda.

Tengo más que contar pero será para después, ya debería estar dormida.

Entonces es la 1 de la mañana. No puedo dormir porque todo se siente tan miserable y ruidoso además de asqueroso no se si tuve un ataque o algo porque incluso llore ,no podía respirar y todo estaba extremadamente caluroso a demás de que mis sentidos explotaron.

Ahora vengo a decir que mi vida es horrible, no más horrible que la tuya tal vez, pero definitivamente no es muy buena.No entraré en detalles sobre el maltrato de mis padres hacia mi a lo largo de los años sin embargo no tengo privacidad no cuál es patético, en serio me preocupo más por eso que la vez que me torturaron metiendome en una cubeta de agua de cabeza porque según era muy inmadura y berrinchuda ( tenía 8 , obvio que lo era , eso son los niños)

Vivo en un cuarto , uno muy pequeño el cual básicamente tiene todos tan arrumbado y junto que apenas se puede pasar , duermo con mi hermano en una cama mientras mis papás y mi hermana duermen en la de a lado , está la mesa , el refrigerador, la estufa y básicamente todo tan junto y apretado que me marea solo verlo , ni siquiera podemos pasar dos por el mismo lugar porque realmente no tenemos espacio, a duras penas uno puede pasar por los pequeños espacios que existen entre la mesa y las estufa.

Y entonces me quiero largar , no te mentiré ganó el salario mínimo pero dado que en realidad casi todos pagan menos que el mínimo se podría decir que ganó bien, pero mis padres son una monstruos asquerosos con el dinero. Desde que tengo memoria están endeudados o no tienen dinero cosa que no entiendo porque han gastado LO MINIMO en mi y mis hermanos. Y mi papá se sale de los trabajos y puede durar meses sin un trabajo. Ni madre a estado enferma, tiene piedras en la vesícula y yo estoy ahorrando pasa su operación, sin embargo cada vez que estoy serca de la meta siempre mi padre sale de los trabajos y termino dando dinero para pagar las deudas . En un principio mi madre se negaba a ir al seguro para que la operarán porque supuestamente tardarían más y que sería más fácil reunir el dinero ( si ubieran ido al IMSS estaría operada desde hace 2 años ) y entonces siempre termino pagando o ayudando en sus deudas y me es imposible ahorrar para irme.

Y se que no es mi responsabilidad pero por dios tengo un hermano y una hermana y no quiero dejarlos con estos asquerosos, no tenemos ninguna otra familia que nos ayude , no es opción acudir al DIF y se que en realidad no gano lo suficiente para llevarlos conmigo, pero genuinamente no puedo , dios tengo clases en línea y ni siquiera puedo entrar porque no tengo una pizca de privacidad o porque también se enojan con cualquier cosa mínima que haga . Ellos me frenan en todo pero son horribles con el dinero y se que tal vez es apropósito. Lo más triste es que me están dañando de una forma horrible y lo se pero no planeo que mis hermanos sufran.

Además las rentas sin ridículamente caras y no tengo ni un peso ahorrando y aveces cuando lo tengo lo gasto en algo tan simple y sin valor porque se que aunque me haga más daño el gastarlo , quiero sentirme como alguien normal que compra algo y le da felicidad, quiero ser feliz pero no puedo.

Incluso intenté abrir una cuenta en esa app azul pero simplemente no pude porque no tengo privacidad, realmente es más patético cuando incluso sin privacidad ni siquiera se dan cuenta que lloro casi todas las noches.

Hola mis nulos amigos y personas interesadas en mi .

Recientemente mi psicóloga ha mencionado la posibilidad de que sea una persona autista ( aún que yo misma investigue y me auto diagnostique hace casi 3 años ).

Ahora esto es básicamente mi diario personal ,no espero hacer amigos ( en realidad si ,pero no quiero decepcionarme porque las posibilidades de tener amigos siempre son bajas para mí ).

Solo vengo a decir que odio las instrucciones en las tareas porque son tan inecesariamente complicadas ,osea porque me estás dando una hoja y media de indicaciones con palabras tan abstractas para solo decirle que quieres que escriba un resumen de 4 párrafos .Siempre e odiado eso y por alguna razón cuando leo las instrucciones siento como si mi mente fuera perforada por un maldito taladro y siento como mi cuerpo se entume.

Si básicamente mi respiración también se pone mal y lloro Y NO ME IMPORTA SI ES VERGONZOSO , REALMENTE TENGO UN PROBLEMA CON LAS INSTRUCCIONES.

También por eso se me complican los trabajos en equipo pero eso será para después.

Aún estoy llorando por este estupido trabajo en equipo y siento que me estoy quemando la cabeza ( en serio me siento tan mal)

Mis compañeros simplemente tiran palabras complicadas de las cuales estoy segura que NI SIQUIERA SABEN QUE SIGNIFICA.

Tried to fall asleep and got bamboozled by the image of little Jason Todd having no friends or toys to play, stuck in his house, worried for his mom, who entertains himself by sitting in the corner and doing an awkward shadow theatres and reciting his own scenarios. And then instantly thought of older Jason, still quite lonely, who doesn't necessarily do little plays, but who sometimes still plays with shadows quietly, maybe a tad sadly. Always alone, always having nothing but himself.

Esto explica mucho porque la tarea en la escuela siempre me causo problemas

The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.