"You're fucking with me." Tim blinks up at his uncle – and he's never seen his uncle in full armor before, not in person. It's kind of daunting. "Please tell me you're fucking with me, spawn."

The news that Timothy Drake, Gotham’s cryptid millionaire, has shot the Joker dead during a public live-stream hits the world like a freight train—and that is just the opening salvo of his bugfuck plan. Maybe there exists, in the multiverse, a configuration of Jason Todd who will weather this with decorum, dignity and self-respect. This version of Jason Todd decides that the life of an academic is not, really, all that rewarding. In contrast, the life of Timothy Drake’s live-in house-husband is looking more appealing by the second.

"So, uh . . ." Kon says, skeptically eyeing the softly glowing rock in his hand. Metallo, like, threw it at his head. He has no idea why. "Is this supposed to do something or . . . ?" "It's pink," Kara says leerily, staying very firmly back.

When Bernard first started making YouTube videos about vigilantes and rogues, he did it under the assumption that his viewers would uphold the Sacred Oath of RPF. As in, his viewers would not share his videos with the less-than-discerning public, anyone featured in the video would ignore the existence of such videos, and the world would go on. No such luck. “I like the part where you say that Superman’s love for Bruce Wayne was so pure that I sprang from his head like Athena from Zeus, but it simply isn’t true. Also, according to Alexa, a blatant misinterpretation of Greek mythology," Superboy says. In which Bernard is an avid member of the Superman and Batman RPF side of tumblr, Kon thinks convincing his favorite RPF writer and video essayist to post weird stories about Superman is the only way to avoid murdering him, and Tim is definitely not alvin-and-the-chipmen, a popular fanart blog for Batman and co.