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I’m fairly certain that the people who make the “batman could make himself obsolete by using his money to solve the economic strain that drives many people to crime” posts are only familiar with Batman through Will Arnett’s spoof performance in the Lego movie, since that’s the only version of Batman I know where he isn’t hiring so many ex-convicts at his company so they have a legitimate source of income and using so much money to fund social programs that all the other bigwigs at Wayne Enterprises hate him and want him gone

Literally every version of his origin story I can remember involves him realizing that he can’t just treat the symptoms as Batman, he has to treat the root cause as Bruce Wayne. A huge part of the plot of “The Dark Knight Rises” is that his company is on the verge of bankruptcy because Bruce keeps spending all their profits on things like “clean energy” and “food and shelter for orphans.”

The opening of “Arkham City” shows him campaigning against mass incarceration because the majority of the inmates in Arkham City are not public menaces like the Joker, they’re desperate people with no other options, and Gotham should be providing them with legitimate means of stability rather than punishing them for having none.

Especially since the majority of his villains are independently wealthy people (doctors, lawyers, business executives) who are exploiting people’s desperation in order to get themselves henchmen, and the henchmen almost always have jobs with a living wage waiting for them on the other side of their sentence, and Bruce has a standing offer to pay out-of-pocket for the therapy of any of his villains whose crimes are the result of a mental illness (which Bruce is sympathetic to since he is mentally ill himself)

But what’s really damning about these posts is that a lot of them suggest Bruce should use his money to give the police the resources they need to deal with crime on their own, which makes it clear they’ve never actually consumed a piece of Batman media, since the issue with the Gotham Police is not that they’re underfunded. They have a bloated budget, they’re almost militant, and they’re so corrupt that they actually encourage crime, both violent and economic, because they’re on the payroll of the richest criminals. 

Also, some of them refer to Batman as a “old rich white man’s wet dream” and I really disagree here. A story that says the only rich dude in the world who’s not a criminal drain on society is the one who spends the majority of his hefty inheritance and all his corporate profits trying to correct the imbalance that allowed him his wealth in the first place, whose staunch belief is that the best crime control policy is building a world where no one feels crime is necessary, as well as refusing to support mass incarceration or police corruption, systems which stand to benefit him financially? Batman is an old rich white man’s worst nightmare

Just jumping off the cop aspect of it, it’s really bizarre people think police are the solution here considering as stated above, the mass corruption of the police force. The entire premise of Jim Gordon’s character is that he is the one good cop left standing in the GCPD and that everyone else is either corrupt or doesn’t actually give a shit about the city itself, treating the criminals horribly and loosely.

People forget that for all that Bruce works outside of the system, he does everything he can to help those within the system to correct the problems inherent in the system, such as his support of Gordon who does end up doing a lot to stem the corruption of the GCPD and also Harvey Dent before he became Two-Face was a friend of Batman’s and they worked together to do things through the legal system.

Honestly Bruce pretty much tries every possible angle in order to correct the crime problem of Gotham so it’s absolutely baffling that people continue to claim that he doesn’t do enough.

HAUS magic, y’all

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Seriously I can’t get enough of those magic AUs

People aren’t magic, but things, things can become powerful.

First, Samwell. When it started to get a reputation of acceptance, people started flocking to it and believing in it, and the more you believe in it, the stronger it becomes. People feel at home. Lost souls find their way.
If you’ve never felt accepted before, you will find the people who will accept you for who you are. Samwell will place them in your way.

DIfferent places have different feels. Faber is focused and a bit cold, and will reward athletes who work hard. It loves Jack and his devotion to the ice, it loves Bitty and his determination to overcome his fear. It stretches the seconds of checking practice time, cradles them in the soft light of the morning. Faber was the first to know, to hear half conversations in the silence of a loading dock, but it didn’t care much about the emotions of hockey players who would come and go, like the others. The ice can only love you in a cold way.

But the Haus, oh the Haus…

First, it’s on Frat row. All the buildings are kinda “loud” in that street. Their energies overflow and overlap each other in an endless turf war. The Haus had been silent for so many years, and was so delighted to be inhabited again, that its joy tends to overflow (and annoy the LAX house, who was used to be the loudest).

The Haus loves his tiny hockey players. There is a reason the “reading room” hasn’t collapsed under the weight of massive hockey bros, and the electrical wiring hasn’t caught on fire, and no one has caught anything bad from the green couch, there’s a reason no one’s been assaulted around it. The Haus messed up, once, and it hasn’t forgiven itself. It cares for the ghosts of Mandy and Jenny like it couldn’t in life.

The Haus loves Bitty with his curtains and welcome mat and singing in the shower, it loves the cleaning and the smell of baking. It loves Dex and all the tiny repairs he made through the years. It loves Shitty and his loud way of telling people how to be good humans, it loves the strong friendship of Ransom and Holster that warms the attic, it loves Lardo’s creative energy, it loves…

It didn’t like Jack at first. No more than any of the hockey players. But Johnson, the only one who could talk back to the Haus, the one who could SEE, whispered that Jack was important. So it took Jack in.

And Jack found so much more than a Haus, he found a home, a refuge, and the Haus was glad.

Then, slowly, a new kind of magic grew withing its walls. It could feel the glow on the staircase steps at 4am, in the kitchen, between two doors of the second floor. The Haus knew that kind of magic, had felt it many times before, but this, this was born INSIDE the Haus, it was growing like vines, permeating the wood and brick and metal and gyproc-

There was the addition of an oven, and it was like they gave the Haus a new heart, full of love and energy and youth. The Haus sang.

There was- there was a kiss. A true love first kiss. No one could deny the strength of THAT particular magic. The room in which it happened glows to this day.

The Haus loves the boy who sleeps in that room, and his friends who hang out with him just to feel the glow of that room. It loves the baker and the boy who was afraid, it loves the artist and the loud one, and the one who Sees, and the Friends forever, and the ghosts, and it will love for many more years, many more hockey players that will feel the glowing walls of home.