First of all, I think Damian is amazing. Cut off a dealer's head, put a grenade in his mouth, and then use it to blow up Tim Drake? That is one classy act. If I get a kitten of my own when I grow up, I'm naming it after him.
|Seriously, this perfectly mirror's my interactions with my sis' cat, Loki.|
|Because who can resist a cover with everyone attacking Timmy? (disclaimer: Tim is Sarah's favorite robin)|
So yes, yes, yes Finally to the point:
|Green Boots with Red Laces!|
|GREEN BOOTS WITH RED LACES!|
|GREEN (dance) BOOTS WITH RED LACES!!|
Someone said it looked like I belonged in a circus with those shoes. To which I was like "YES! I totally want to be a Flying Grayson!"
My sister pointed out that while I couldn't be a "Flying Grayson", I was a "Flying Pugliese" (a family joke based on a costume party which happened before I was born).
Also, (because my family has a horrible sense of humor) I am half-way to Robin-hood (because puns are cool) because my dad died, meaning I'm half an orphan. Did I mention my family has a horrible sense of humor?