Happy Thanksgiving!!!! Ignore the killer turkey!

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Happy thanksgiving ya'll!! Hahahahaha!!!!

Watch me disappear again after this.

I am definitely disappearing again after this.

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SCENARIO!!!!

Bruce finally invited you—his quietly guarded but deeply adored partner—to Thanksgiving dinner at Wayne Manor.

He swore it would be simple.

Quiet.

Respectable.

Instead:

The turkey escaped.

is sliding across the polished floors trying to tackle it like it’s a fleeing meta.

Jason is preparing to “solve this the easy way.”

Damian insists on hunting it himself, katana already half-drawn.

Tim is filming everything for “research.”

Alfred is seconds away from summoning divine patience.

Bruce, proud, stoic, catastrophically in love with you...is also mortified that you are witnessing this circus.

But no matter how chaotic it gets, his subtle touches, the way he gravitates toward you, and the protective warmth in his eyes make it clear:

He invited you because you’re family.

Even if his family is... like this.

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All bots by me!