#And Nanda is crazy

[inknanda67]

NO WAY LOL!

SAAAAAIIIII!!!~ @saiwasneverhere OMG!

Oh my gosh, how much I'm laughing right now can't be written! Help! The same Brain cell!!!!!

Little joke for the comic

[inknanda67]

You are one of the reasons why i ship nari x forneus this year

Have candies

* LE GASP* :O

CANDIES!!!! GIME GIME GIME!

Anw thank you soooooo much!!!

I'm happy to see that I'm influencing people >:3

FORNARI WILL MASTER THE COLT SHIPPS ONE DAY!

[saiwasneverhere]

how did me and @inknanda67 go from "silly cats in love heheh" to "yeah our narinders make out daily, hearts narinder adopted suicidal narinder, and lost disciple narinder is a cunt:" and also sharing a tag and having her make a tag which is inspired off of mine and i cry in joy because of it daily

[heronchildlove]

Day 9 – A kiss to the eyelid

The sound of sniffles and low crying filled the gloomy underground room. It was such a dark and sad space that not even Matthew’s presence could brighten it and the same could be said for James’ heart that day.

“Jamie, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just hitting me harder today, the comments about my demon eyes.”

“Close your eyes, Jamie.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

He did and then felt two light kisses each at one of his eyelids.

“Your eyes are always gorgeous. Never let Alastair Wankerstairs convince you otherwise, okay?”

James nodded, though, for the moment, even more tears fell.

Day 10 – A kiss along the jawline

James had always considered himself an expert at speaking Matthew, but once they had removed the alcohol and the mask from the equation, he had had to relearn the little pieces that composed him.

Some had to be replaced as sobriety laid him bare to the world for the first time, most changed in an almost imperceptible way as Matthew learned how to be Matthew.

It was okay, he thought, as they laid in bed and he kissed a trail up Matthew’s jawline, delighting in the way it now made him smile, he loved each and every piece of him.

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[inknanda67]

Narinder being the daddy of the year :3

Mama void with all of her voidlings 🖤🐈

[dcxdpdabbles]

Damian: This is outrageous!

Tim: What's going on, Demon brat?

Damian: Someone stole all my favorite paint brands from the art stores in Gotham! Who would do such a thing!?

Tim: I'm pretty sure they just ran out of your brand. They'll have more in the next shipment

Damian: Don't patronize me, Drake. This was a blatant personal attack aimed at me.

Tim rolling eyes: Of course it is.

Damian: I'm telling you someone is going out of their way to cause enough minor inconveniences to drive me mad!

Meanwhile, somewhere in Gotham

Tucker: Why are you buying all these paintbrushes again?

Danny: I just got my Ghost King unlimited card, which means I can cause enough minor inconveniences that it will drive my twin brother mad. *Evil Cackle*

Sam: This is the first time I've heard of you having a twin.

Tucker: Please don't get him started-

Danny: We were born to inherit the mighty Ras Al Ghul's empire. Sadly, there could only be one True Heir, and on our fifth birthday, we were set to duel to find the one truly worthy of the title. I refused to fight, so I showed up without a sword. My brother did not have such inhibitions and attacked me the second I stepped into the room. I tried my best but could not beat my younger brother unarmed and was banished in shame. Now I wait in the shadows, ready to get back at the brother who turned his sword on me.

Tucker: Here we go. Look what you did, Sam; now he's monologuing.

Sam: But how will buying out his favorite things going to actually do anything for his revenge?

Tucker: *Twirling finger at his temple*

Sam:  I mean, yes, of course; I know he's crazy, but stupid? I just don't-

Damian: *Screams of outrage* WHO BOUGHT ALL THE GOTHAM RED POINT BRUSHES?!

Danny: *EVIL CACKLING* IT'S WORKING!

Sam: Well. I stand corrected.

Tucker: You get used to it. He does something like this at least once a year. Before Damian Wayne came to live with his Dad, Danny would fly out to Nanda Parbat to steal all their lotions. I've learned to let him have his fun. Plus, I get a free yearly vacation out of it.

Sam: Is that where he got the coconut and kukui nut oil lotion he lent me? My grandma loved it, and it helped a ton with her eczema.

Tucker: If you want more, Danny has twenty-five crates of it.

Danny: Come on, guys! We have to get to Gotham's aromatherapy essentials before Damian! Let's see him try to meditate with stall air now! MA HA HA HA .

[ni-idea-07]

YOU'RE MINE, HABIBI.

TW: Harassment, lesbian content, sexual harassment (?), psychological and physical torture, body control, dehumanization, reader creates life and has a god complex, she's just an idiot. Death threats. I changed several details about Damián's birth, sorry. English isn't my first language.

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You were the daughter of the owner of a technology and innovation company, you were your father's pride and joy, and you would take his place as head of the company once he was gone.

You were brilliant, certainly brilliant, you had just come of age, and you already had more awards than you could count. Competition awards in math, science, quantum physics, genetics.

You had even been honored, having created and donated more than 20,000 prosthetics for vulnerable people. Your father funded them, yes. But it was your idea—you saved him from paying taxes for a long time.

That was what made you special: your intelligence and passion for learning. You were special, and everyone loved you. You were a great investment.

But you were a mess, going from party to party, with an arrogant and playful attitude and a sly fox's smile.

Your parents loved you, yes. But they couldn't tolerate your behavior any longer. Not after you had sex with the extravagant Oliver Queen and the cameras captured the image of you and him leaving a motel.

Your parents gave you the chance to show them you could improve, so they blocked all your credit cards and access to luxuries. You didn't mind at first. But when the money in your wallet started to dwindle, you started to worry. You should have been thankful you were of age and couldn't be sent to those conversion camps.

But the real desperation came when you were completely penniless. You were desperate enough to take any job.

That's why you didn't refuse to accept a job when Ra's al-Ghul himself offered you a job.

Nanda Parbat was a good place, a beautiful place to work.

Yes, you loved playing god.

You were also interested in Talia, Ra's's beautiful daughter. You didn't really love her either; it was just fun and exciting. You'd been chasing men your whole life, but that was also tiring.

Of course, if no one found out about this, it would be better for your reputation.

On the other hand, your flirting technique was... "interesting."

You drove Talia crazy; you teased her to no end. So much so that she squeezed your neck tightly when she kissed you.

–"Talia, wait... I'm not breathing"– you whispered, almost fainting.

Talia was so fucking behind on you. It wasn't just your jerkish attitude; you had such a brilliant mind and such good genes that it was impossible not to think about you every moment of her day. It was the same feeling she got when she thought about the bat.

One night, when you finished work, you went to the castle's beautiful Arab baths.

Since no one was there, you went in naked.

You loved the water and you loved bathing, but you missed the servitude you had when you lived with your parents. Eating carrot sticks while drinking champagne in the jacuzzi was the best.

But you weren't there anymore; now you were in the middle of nowhere with a clan of ninjas.

That wasn't so bad; you could experiment without restrictions, your morals were very flexible, and your curiosity was insatiable.

Talia was looking for you; you had disappeared before your "workday" was over.

Again.

Talia found you in the Arab baths, immersed up to your shoulders in the hot water, your eyes closed and an expression of absolute relaxation. Your hair floated around you, and for a moment, she just watched you, the way the steam outlined your silhouette.

–"You always run away when I least expect it"– she whispered, leaning over you. Her grip was firm, but not violent, not yet.

You opened your eyes slowly, a lazy smile on your lips.

–"I didn't know you had a set time, boss."

The way you said it... provocative. Always provoking her.

–"Don't make fun of me"– her words were a murmur, but laced with a veiled threat. –"What were you doing here, alone?"

–"Bathing."– You paused, your tone playful. –"Or perhaps... did you want to join in?"

Talia didn't respond immediately. Her eyes, dark and hungry, settled on yours with an intensity she rarely displayed so openly.

–"You have too brilliant a mind to be so reckless."

–"Worried about me?"– You laughed.

Thalia shook her head with a smile and then began to remove her dress until she was naked and entered the water as well.

–"Obsessed with you"– Talia whispered and swam towards you.

You stepped back. Instinctively, Talia moved forward, cornering you. She leaned closer, until her lips brushed yours in a kiss you didn't ask for but didn't reject either. It was demanding, almost desperate, and when her hands clutched at your wet hair, you understood this was no longer just a game for her.

But you kept playing.

You could spend hours gazing into her beautiful eyes and let her do whatever she wanted with you. But you would never say it out loud.

But the horror for you began when Talia returned from one of her Journeys.

She had obtained sperm; you didn't ask that much. But she wanted you to make an embryo by combining the sperm and her eggs.

You already had everything ready; she had extracted some eggs a month ago and they had them preserved.

You knew that both Talia and her father had long planned to have an heir, a firstborn who could lead the League of Leftovers when Ra's could no longer.

Or something like that, you weren't that interested.

You were able to fine-tune many things about the embryo: its cortisol regulation, its future hormone levels. You modified the genes associated with neuroplasticity. You adjusted the DNA telomeres to ensure the embryo's body aged more slowly once it entered its 20s. Inspired by the Lazarus Pit, you implanted a modified version of the P53 gene, a key gene in cell regeneration.

Basically, this embryo would be the perfect human being.

It would be one of your children, because everything you created was like your children. You loved every modified zombie and monster.

You were like Dr. Frankenstein, only sexier.

There was a delay in creating the artificial womb. Talia didn't hesitate to kill all the scientists except you. It wasn't your fault, after all.

–"Don't let me down, Y/N... I wouldn't want to kill you too"– Talia whispered, then signaled her assassins to clean up the lab and dispose of the bodies.

Talia definitely didn't have feelings for anyone; she wouldn't mind killing you if something went wrong.

You woke up from the pink bubble you were in. They were assassins, and if they didn't kill you, it was because you were useful to them. You were always a trusting idiot, but now. Now you were afraid.

Finish the job and you'd leave.

But leaving would mean no longer being able to create life the way you liked.

At least you'd be alive.

You had to rebuild the artificial uterus from scratch; you used your DNA and extracted induced pluripotent stem cells (iPSCs) to reprogram them into endometrial cells.

These cells would form an artificial uterine lining, capable of nourishing and sustaining an embryo. You wouldn't ask Talia again, since when you asked her if she liked the design of the artificial womb, she stabbed you in the arm.

You wouldn't risk your safety again by asking for her DNA.

You didn't mind collaborating a little more in the creation of the Baby. But you already had your work cut out for you since you were the only scientist in the lab. But you were still constantly afraid that Talia or Ra's wouldn't like the result and would kill you.

You made sure not to make any more mistakes. There was no room for error. If Talia stabbed you just for asking her opinion, what would she do if the embryo didn't meet her expectations?

You couldn't stop thinking about her obsession. It wasn't just about genetic perfection or an heir worthy of the League of Shadows. Talia wanted more from you.

You saw it in the way she looked at you when she thought you weren't noticing her. In how she found excuses to touch you, even when it wasn't necessary. And in how, when you slept, you felt her presence nearby, watching you.

It was possession.

And that possession was suffocating you.

As you worked in the lab, your mind was racing. The artificial endometrial cells were working well. The embryo was developing without a hitch. Its genes were superior to those of any ordinary human. A masterpiece.

But while you were doing your job, every day you felt more like you were digging your own grave.

Because, when it was all over, what would happen to you?

Talia wouldn't let you go. Not after what you did. Not after you became part of her legacy.

Not after, in her eyes, you were already hers.

So, once the embryo was implanted in the artificial womb, your shift was over.

You still remembered how excited she'd seemed when you told her the embryo was doing well in the incubator.

You walked through the stone hallways, hating that the lab was underground.

–"Where do you think you're going, love?"

Her voice sounded right behind you, icy and deadly.

You spun around, meeting her dark gaze. She wasn't upset. She was amused.

Shit.

Before you could react, she was upon you. She pushed you against the stone wall and gripped your injured wrist tightly, making you gasp in pain.

–"Did you really think I'd let you go?"– she murmured, her breath hot against your neck. –"Don't be silly."

You tried to move, but she pressed her knee between your legs, pinning you.

–"You've worked so hard with our baby"– she continued, her tone softer now. –"I'm proud of you."

The irony hit you. You didn't want her pride. You didn't want her affection.

You wanted to get out of there alive.

–"Finish the job"– she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. –"And then we'll talk about what I'll do with you."

She knew.

She knew you'd go to Ra's to try to terminate the contract. Because yes, despite risking your health and safety, you appealed to work under contract.

The pressure on your wrist increased, but not enough to break it. Talia would never irreversibly damage her favorite toy. At least, not yet.

–"You're mine"– she whispered against your ear, each word falling on your skin like sweet poison.

You shuddered, not from desire, but from controlled fear. You couldn't show her weakness. You couldn't let her know how much you were beginning to fear her.

You took a deep breath and smiled with that air of arrogance that drove her so crazy.

–"Do you always talk as if you're going to brand me with your name?"– you said, tilting your head. –"Because, if that's the case, I think we could save time and just tattoo 'Property of Talia al Ghul' on my forehead."

Talia laughed softly, but didn't move, which scared you even more.

–"Oh, love, if I really believed that would work, I would."– He leaned closer, his breath fanning the exposed skin of your neck. –"But I prefer more permanent methods."

His free hand moved up your arm, brushing over the still-fresh wound on your wrist.

–"Always trying to escape"– he murmured.

The mockery in his tone made your skin crawl.

–"I didn't try to escape."– You forced yourself to maintain eye contact. –"I just wanted to walk around. You know? Like any human being who isn't trapped in a fortress of psychopathic killers."

Talia smiled, amused.

–"Oh, but you're not just any human being."– His tone dripped with honey and venom in equal parts. –"You're brilliant. A definitely superior mind."

Your jaw tightened.

–"I'm not yours, Talia."

The gleam in his eyes changed. In an instant, his hand moved from your wrist to your throat, pressing hard enough to make you gasp, but not to suffocate you.

–"Say it again"– he whispered, his gaze burning with something dark and dangerous.

Your pride was your greatest weakness, and you knew it. But you also knew you couldn't beat him in a direct confrontation.

–"Speak up, you damn bitch"– he raised his voice and squeezed your cheeks.

Now you were truly terrified.

–"I'm yours..."– you whispered, exhausted.

–"Good girl, go to sleep."

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Eight months had passed, and the baby was developing wonderfully. Thalia wanted the process to go faster, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't grown attached to him.

–"We're incubating the heir to the demon's head, not baking a cake. Honey'"– you'd told her. You'd had sleepless nights, and the added pressure wasn't helping.

Talia pouted. But at least she didn't cut your throat.

And you were grateful for that.

The systems indicated the embryo was reaching optimal maturation. You could accelerate the growth, but that would carry risks. You knew Talia wouldn't accept excuses.

And if anything went wrong, you'd be dead.

She approached you and grabbed you, then sat you down on the table. She opened your legs and entered the space.

–"How much longer?"– he asked, gripping your waist tightly.

You took a deep breath, feeling his pulse against yours, the way his grip tightened slightly with each passing second.

–"Two weeks"– you finally said. –"Not before."

Talia sighed, releasing you with almost theatrical slowness.

–"All right"– she straightened, walking toward the door.

The following weeks, Talia was a little more abrupt, more anxious, hungrier.

Nights with her had once been pleasurable, but now they only hurt.

Ra's was affected as well; he was the personification of patience. He had lived centuries, seen empires fall and rise, and he knew that haste was the enemy of perfection. But when it came to his lineage, his legacy, even he had his limits.

The arrival of a new heir was no trivial matter. Not when this child was destined to be more than human. Stronger. Smarter. More worthy than any child Talia could have borne him before.

But the process was slow. Too slow.

When Ra's entered the lab, his silent presence was enough to chill your blood. He wasn't like Talia, impulsive and theatrical. No. The way he regarded you, with that air of absolute superiority, made your skin crawl.

–"My daughter has told me that the process is progressing... but not as quickly as expected."– His voice was gentle, but there was a warning hidden in every word.

You maintained your composure.

–"If we accelerate development any further, we could compromise the genetic stability of the embryo. The heir could suffer unwanted abnormalities."

Ra's tilted his head slightly.

–"Unwanted abnormalities?"– he repeated, as if savoring the words.

You didn't blink. You couldn't afford to show fear.

–"If you want a perfect creature, you must let the process take its natural course. Two more weeks, and you'll have the heir you so desperately await."

The silence that followed felt eternal.

Then, Ra's smiled.

–"You are intelligent"– he finally said. –"And valuable."

He took a step toward you, his eyes cold as steel. –"It would be a shame to waste that intelligence through impatience."

You couldn't tell if it was a threat or a compliment. Maybe both.

Then, without further ado, he turned and left the lab.

Only when he was out did you release the breath you'd been unconsciously holding.

You looked at the artificial womb; you knew you shouldn't take charge, but after all, it was your creation.

The day came faster than you imagined.

The two weeks passed in a flash, each day filled with tension, Talia's glances filled with anticipation, and Ra's's occasional presence, silent as a specter.

And then, in the dimness of the lab, with the cold lights illuminating the metal frame of the artificial womb, the Demon's Head's heir was born.

There was no crying. There wasn't the chaotic mess of a traditional birth. Only the mechanical sound of the systems shutting down, the capsule slowly releasing the synthetic amniotic fluid, and the baby's small, perfect body emerging in your gloved hands.

It was a boy. His skin was softly brown, his hair dark, and when he opened his eyes, a pair of intense emeralds stared back at you. Not with the confusion typical of a newborn, but with something else… something unsettling.

Talia approached immediately, taking the baby with the gentleness of a mother, but with the possessiveness of someone who held the future of the world in her arms.

–"It's perfect"– she whispered, with a triumphant smile.

Ra's arrived shortly after. He watched him silently, as if evaluating a newly completed work of art.

You just stood there, watching your creation being taken away.

Because in the end, that's what he was, wasn't it? A creation. Not a baby. Not a child.

You didn't want to think about it too much. Because it hurt, you'd been creating him, nurturing him, designing him, only to have him taken away from you seconds after he opened his eyes for the first time.

Was this what women who rented their wombs felt like?

The next few days were strange.

Talia was completely absorbed in the baby, overseeing every detail of its development. Ra's also seemed pleased, though his gaze rested more on the child as a successful project than a grandchild.

And you... you no longer mattered.

You had been essential to the process, to the science behind the birth of the heir, but now that he was here, you became a secondary resource.

In the first few weeks, you were still called in for medical checkups, tests, and observations. But over time, you were left aside.

It didn't matter that you were the one who made his existence possible. You were no longer needed, and that relieved you; your life was no longer in danger, you no longer felt as if at some point you would make a mistake and get your head cut off (in the best-case scenario, of course).

You almost no longer felt Talia's control, but you were still in that dark pit where she forced you to participate in raising the baby.

You weren't a trained person, nor did you want to raise a warrior; you just wanted to raise a baby. Because that's what it was still.

A baby.

And you couldn't help but grow attached; you loved him; he was so adorable that you wanted to hold him forever.

Talia was upset, not because you were treating her future best warrior, but because that baby was stealing you away from her. That baby was the reason you rarely went near her anymore and the reason you wouldn't look her in the eye when she spoke to you.

And she hated that.

She hated it so much that when you kissed the baby's chubby cheeks, Talia would take the baby from your arms and give it to one of her maids, then grab you by the neck and suffocate you while she kissed you roughly.

But she didn't feel you were hers anymore. And if you weren't hers, you wouldn't belong to anyone. She wouldn't kill you; you hadn't done anything wrong, and Ra's, in part, cared about you; he wouldn't let an unnecessary death go by.

She decided you both needed "space."

Talia was smart; she knew I'd miss you, so she'd put you in a place where she knew I could find you.

And what could be better than prison? She could come in whenever she wanted, and you couldn't get out.

So she sent you on a job in Gotham City, along with a few other scientists and several of her ninjas.

She knew what she was going to do would hurt later. She had loved you. But you were the bitch who broke her heart, and she'd make sure you suffered.

She basically handed you over to Batman.

You were the only one who could come to an agreement with him and not spend the next 50 years in Blackgate.

But Talia wouldn't know that.

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[im-only-here-for-the-fandom]

Astronomy Teacher Danny

so dp x dc idea, i don’t know if anyone has thought of this but instead of danny teaching chemistry in gotham( which i really love) because of his fenton/phantom/amity park craziness, he teaches astronomy because space obsession danny is best danny , it could be an elective or a club it doesn’t really matter.

i totally see danny as the fun and sweet teacher that all students liked, he would wear comfy clothes like jumpers or knitted sweaters, have a cup of something warm in his hand as well as an extra thermos and paper cups for his students (tea, hot chocolate, hot lemon), and just be an all around nice person.

damian had join the astronomy club because he had always thought that the stars of nanda parbat were beautiful, not because he was kicked out of the art club for acting ‘condescending’ towards the teacher one too many times or anything, definitely not, but his father insists that he be in a school club to develop his social skills.

damian had not expected to be so enamored by his teacher. on his first day his teacher made everyone push the desks back, layed down a rug/carpet on the floo and placed a projector in the middle( he made it himself) and made them sit around like some kind of camp fire, he handed out drinks, it was tea, he said that his friend sam started growing flower tea and tea leaves and she needed someone to taste test. the he started to talk about what the club will be about.

danny seemed to glow as he explained the origins of stars, their life cycles, how they were formed, how constellations were dicovered and the myths behind their names. talk about platents suns and moons, about the type if life you could find in each planet like the spices you could find on mars( something he shouldn’t have known)[he learnt this from martians in the ghost zone].

he would draw stars and constellations on the board, have them make up stories about stars and constellations just based on their name, play games such as having the projector on and one of the constellations would light up and they get a point if they manage to correctly guess their name then they would get extra points if they could say some more facts about it, and danny always made it so engaging for the kids, it was that one class that every student couldn’t wait to get to because it was just so fun.

damian would totally try to be the teachers favorite by giving him accurate painting of stars and constellations, he would be in competition with that girl that makes dioramas of planets, he would stay up all night researching really obscure space related things so that he could impress his teacher. his family would at first be really happy that he’s getting a new hobby until they hear him asking martian manhunter if he could get such and such spice/plant from mars so he could gift it to his teacher, and now his family is curious about where he learned about this and become suspicious when he tells them it was his astronomy teacher that taught such things in class along with martian/kryptonian culture among other things.

so now damian trys to stop them from ruining his favorite class by being nosy vigilantes.

so this was more of a dp idea than a dpxdc idea, but i might add more later. if anyone wants to use this idea feel free to do so just tag me because i really want to see what other could add on.

[inknanda67]

The two of them would definitely wear matching clothes, every morning Forneus would wear something, and Narinder would imitate her... Even though he was forced to wear his divine robes.

If she wore red, he would place a red flower on his crown, or a red tunic beneath his cape.

[aalghul]

I actually think a lot about Kyle meeting and hearing about all of Jason’s family out of context and just completely misinterpreting the situation for ages.

Like the first few times he meets Dick he’s just hanging around Jason’s house being relatively normal so he doesn’t think much of him until Rose (an assassin) mentions Dick trained her (presumably to be an assassin) via orders from her dad (another assassin) and goes oh fuck Jason’s brother is an assassin.

Then it just spirals from there with everything he hears. Jason mentions his parents met in Nanda Parbat and he lives in hope that thats a fancy yoga retreat for a week before he caves and asks someone in the league. He meets Jason’s mute ninja sister and just gets a brief “Cassie wasn’t exposed to the concept of language until she was a teenager so that she’d be a better fighter so she prefers to sign but don’t worry I can interpret!” and Kyle doesn’t even know where to start on that one but yikes! Connor’s catching him up on his adventure at the death tournament he and Rose went to with Jason’s younger brother where (plot twist) turns out the whole thing was a set up by their crazy undead great grandma to summon a demon and Kyle’s trying not to hyperventilate.

Basically Kyle goes ages thinking Jason is the most heroic member of his murdery family instead of the most murdery member of his heroic family. He’s so fully accepted that his in-laws are going to be assassins that when the identity reveals finally happens it’s weird for whole new reasons.

this is so funny because it implies that kyle hasn't connected the dots between jason todd (dead son of bruce wayne, who kyle knows is batman) and jason todd (gotham vigilante, known for being at odds with batman). and kyle's never looked that deep into bruce's life + he lived on the other side of the country when jason died and the media was loud so why not

cass wouldn't be mute at that point in her timeline (if this happens at any point after jason's returned. we're long past that now) + signing isn't her main form of communication, but the backstory's still going to have the same effect lol

[inknanda67]

Tomorrow is my Boo's birthday :3

@saiwasneverhere Receive small drawings for your birthday.

I just wish my Narinder could adopt Ss(Suicide Sunday) Narinder, he would be a much better father to him. 100%

Just us pathetic asses in the chat( cat's box) deciding our cats' fates ( And Narinder Ss doing what he does best... Trying to kill himself)

Translation of my bad writing and acronyms:

Me and Sai: " Narinder pathetic ass and Badass Forneus"

SSF and SSN: Suicide Sunday Forneus and Narinder.

HN and HF: Hearts Narinder and Hearts Forneus.

( The cat that Forneus Hearts is talking to was supposed to be Forneus Lost Disciple)

Arrow pointing to small cats: Tiny aym and baal's and Lira.

Sai in chat:

Narinder but he got slapped with cheese...

Forneus: "gon try my god-husband with cheese".. "OH FU-" ">:D"

Narinder: T-T

and then she's sprinting away from a Narinder who has cheese on his face.

I may not be able to finish your gifts by your birthday, but I've been doing my best to finish the translation in time!

I love you! :3

[saiwasneverhere]

chat should j expose me and @voidcxltist /HJ (not personal things, just dumb bullshit we do)

[saiwasneverhere]

one random person: heket is a lesbian

everyone: YES

Heket gonna slay in the next comic

Lebian froge 🐸

[heronchildlove]

This is like the best sequence of emails I've ever gotten in my entire life thank you so much @marialightwood-chase and @rainintothesea 😭😭😭💗💗💗

[cardinalcheerio]

I believe that while dick is a horrendous driver; so are the rest of the Batkids

I mean especially the ones who were robin/Batgirl wayyy before they could drive.

Examples:

Dicks driving and we all know he's trash. I mean. I haven't read many of the comics. But I can't imagine someone who grew up riding trains in the circus, then being chauffeured (thats hard to spell) around until hes old enough to move to a different city (I'm not from a city but most people walk right?) Then driving a police car which a guarantee nobody cares how he's driving in it. Ain't no way bro knows road rules/courtesy.

Jason was too poor for cars, then I suppose he knew how they work. But knowing how a car works and knowing how the road works especially in gotham are two very different things. He drives a motorcycle (badass) which has some different rules, and honestly there is no way he knows how to drive timeline wise. He died at 16, so no licence/learning (doubt he learned at 15 in gotham.) Came back as an adult after being in nanda par bat then traveled via motorcycle or roof. There is no time he would've learnt to drive a car.

Tim, honestly. I just think Tim would stare into the road and either cause 6 crashes or not even remember driving. He's very detail oriented, but also crazy busy so I'd see him speeding, thinking he could drift out of the way of a stopped car and realize, "oh shit. Not the batmobile this doesn't stop as well!". Also honestly, who would've taught Tim to drive? YouTube?

Steph, shed hit every curb in history. I have no reason to believe this, because steph is criminally underrepresented and i can't find any in depth stuff bout her. But i just think she'd be blasting music and some idiot would cut her off, she'd get pissed (as any gothamite would), cut him off and get hit. Bruce would be buying her a new car cause whats the point of having a billionaire be your pseudo father if he ain't gonna pay for shit?

Cass, i think she could drive if needed, but just a casual drive to get coffee or something? Road laws in America are confusing as shir cause rhey change everywhere you go. And it's gotham so nobody is gonna follow any, so pretty much anyone but Alfred is fucked. I think she'd be a good high speed driver tho

Damian, bros 12 (in my mind atleast), and has been chauffeured around his whole life. Ain't no way.

Duke, honestly. May be the only hope. Just cause he had a stable family for a bit that prob talked to him a bit about driving. Still wouldn't trust him driving me, though. Plus, Gotham is a city and most people prob walk cause of the traffic.

Could you imagine comming home from somewhere and turning on the radio to see why you're stuck, "we have reports that every road in gotham is shit again because of some second rate villian and batman. Those motherfuckers are the reason we have such high taxes. Just sell your car and move. Probably quicker to leave for metropolis than wait in this traffic.:

[dragonpyre]

thank you for answering the ask! Can I also ask how Cass and Jason meet? This au owns my soul as of now

Hmmmmmm. Idk yet. Either Jason rocks up in Gotham like Cass did in canon, or they meet in the League after Cass gets resurrected and she goes “mine” and drags him home

Why was she in the league you might ask? Well she died to the Joker and came back, then Ra’s was like “oh wait, thats David Cain’s daughter. Maybe I can use her like Cain uses the boy. She comes pre bat trained and everything.” Sadly Talia didn’t agree and pushed her in the pit to revive her mind. Cass did Not enjoy being used as a tool and flipped Ra’s the bird before doing a sick backflip out of Nanda Parbat with a new brother in tow

And no she has no intention of doing a crazy revenge plan. Jason got all the theater kid energy out of the two of them