Jul. 29th, 2008

karanguni: (HUGHES junshou)
I just. Batman Beyond. Terry McGinnis. Old Bruce. Just. Oh my god. Gotham. And. Terry. And Bruce. And. *flabbergasted*

I.

I.

I need to go back to studying now. But oh my god. In heaven. With small little Batman Beyond jflasfjkl

WHERE IS THE FANDOM

WHERE ARE THE FANS

WHO IS BEHIND ME FOR TERRY/BRUCE. EVEN OLD BRUCE. OR TERRY/UNIVERSE.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

NEED ICONS NOW.

AHAJFLSAJF OH MY GOD. BRUCE HEARS VOICES. THEY ARE NOT HIS. AFTER THE EP:

Terry: Tell me something. Why were you so sure those voices weren't coming from you?
Bruce: Well, first, I know I'm not psychotic.
Terry: I hope your other reasons are more convincing.
Bruce: And second, the voice kept calling me Bruce. In my mind, that's not what I call myself.
Terry: What do you call yourself?
Bruce: (turns back, pointedly)
Terry: Oh yeah. I suppose you would. (beat. leans in) But that's my name now.
Bruce: Hm. Tell that to my subconscious.



OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax