She says “cool.” She WANTS THAT.
He calls his attendant. Shit’s about to go DOWN.
She catches the kick of an armless ninja master.
Then she breaks his ankle.
But female characters in Batman were thin on the ground when I was 12 and damn if I was not instantly in love.
That alone purchased so much of my loyalty for Batman comics.
She winds up, snarling at Sensei “You require a lesson — one final lesson. THIS...”
Me:👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌thats✔some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌right✔there✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self💯i say so💯thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯👌
Tim: Then IT was all a lie.
And Dick’s response, perfectly, is: I don’t know how you can wear that costume and even say that.
And that’s why he’ll always be the best fucking Robin ✋🏼🎤
Dick: Oh hey this ninja is still breathing
Bruce: Thank god Shiva already left help me get him to a hospital
Bruce: boys
Bruce: I’m so tired of ninjas
But my guess is after two issues of fight they realized it’d be better if he wasn’t all the same colors as Batman and Nightwing.
Batman.
“Never ... only one ... only ONE Batman ...”
Bury me at fucking sea folks
Batman: ... but... I live .... here
I’m so tired of “Batman doesn’t attack the causes of his villains” takes.