I would like to direct your attention to the middle picture. Jason Todd is smol. He is a raging fluff of lint. “I can’t even reach your pecs, rawr!”–Jason Todd.
And look at Bruce. ‘This is wild baby. I have found it. It is mine. Congrats to me! Look, I am already Dad. See how I place my hand on my hip?? Hello child it is I your new father! No no, naughty. Put iron tire down.’
Like look at that smug smile. ‘Target acquired. Smol baby. Must take home. Must feed and love and protect. C’mere baby’ *grabby hands*
And Jason is still so small as the years pass! (Congrats you’ve reached the height of your new daddy’s pecs)
He is now an angry baby, obviously. But smol angry baby. Cute angry baby.
I don’t blame you for taking him home, Bruce.
And look! Baby grows and takes care of smaller baby!! What a wonderful way for a raging fluff of lint to grow–saving other raging fluff lints!!
Yay for Jason! Yay for Bruce! Yay for smol babies!!
This has been Stell’s Squeaks: Talking about cute things so that you don’t have to.
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