POORLY DRAWN ROBINS STRAIGHT TO YOUR FRONT DOOR
you know that one super old batman comic that the internet is obsessed with where nobody will stop talking about boners?
i think they need to bring that back up
canonically
like the new 52 batman thing should have hinged entirely on the premise
that nobody knows how to speak in terms of anything but erect penises
there’s no such thing as an inch, everything is just so-and-so boners long
everything weighs so-and-so many boners
you can’t walk through downtown gotham without feeling like you’re slowly making your way through a forest of waist-high doorknobs
let’s watch my follower count slowly dwindle to zero over the next hour
i like to imagine the riddler’s spare time between elaborate deathtraps for batman is spent doing jack shit
just riddler watching the office and going to kmart and shit
eating hamburgers, wondering what he’s doing with his life
HE COULD
YOU DON’T KNOW
i like to imagine sometimes what the world world be like if all batman stories had the same clayface twist as arkham city
like if at the end of the dark knight when two-face falls and dies suddenly everything just melts and reforms back into clayface, chilling in his apartment
unshowered
on a thursday afternoon
just all like “man”
“i need to get a job”
“this is just getting ridiculous now”
