#bathing/washing

[wangxianficrecs]

Heart of hearts by apathyinreverie

Heart of hearts

by apathyinreverie (@apathyinreverie)

M, WIP, Series, 23k, Wangxian

Summary: It won't be until several days later that Wangji will know to be grateful for Jiang Wanyin’s insistence to split up in their search. (Or, JC and LWJ spend those months searching separately and LWJ ends up finding Wei Ying a little earlier. Wei Ying who doesn’t remember anything beyond his own name. So, LWJ takes his chance and takes Wei Ying home. To Gusu.) Kay's comments: AO3 user apathyinreverie has done it again and left me absolutely devaststed. When I originally bookmarked this, it wasn't a series yet and more of a WIP (?) but now, a second work has been posted and it's probably going to be finished soon. I love this start to a canon divergence, where Lan Wangji is the one who finds Wei Wuxian after his time in the Burial Mounds, without Jiang Cheng being there and with Wei Wuxian suffering from memory loss. As devastating as it is, Lan Wangji gets to see the full extent of the hurt Wei Wuxian suffered in the Burial Mounds and also gets to be beside him before he managed to build his walls up again. Really loved this, so heart-breaking, so soft. Excerpt: Wei Ying. Wei Ying is here. Alive. Wei Ying who looks terrified of him. Wei Ying who drips resentment as though oversaturated. Wei Ying who looks barely present but still, somehow, desperately unbroken. “Wei Ying,” Wangji breathes, aching at the terror swimming in his zhiji’s eyes. There is the slightest falter in Wei Ying’s posture at the sound of his name, a sudden uncertainty in his eyes, dragging to focus quickly on Wangji’s hand that had so briefly lingered against his shoulder, as though uncertain whether what he felt might have been real. “Wei Ying,” Wangji repeats, desperate and joyous and devastated at the state he is in. He watches Wei Ying’s grip on the blackened flute loosening, the dark swirls of energy around his feet calming slightly. There is silence, a careful sort of quiet as neither of them speaks. “You know me?” Wei Ying finally asks, voice roughened in a way that speaks of no words spoken for months and entire weeks spent screaming at the same time, a helpless uncertainty vibrating within. There is no recognition in Wei Ying’s eyes. As though Wangji were a stranger. “You’re real?” he adds carefully, softly, breaking Wangji’s heart further.

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, not cultivation world friendly, memory loss, amnesia, hurt wei wuxian, possessive lan wangji, protective lan wangji, domestic lan wangji/wei wuxian, caring lan wangji, caring, bathing/washing, golden core reveal, golden core transfer fix-it, wei wuxian goes to gusu, sunshot campaign, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, hurt/comfort, wei wuxian has ptsd

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[ninjigma]

DinLuke Week Part 6/7 - Previous / First / Next

Day 6: Bathing/Hair Washing Track: 'Kiss Me Slowly' - Parachute (Spotify / YouTube)

Bubblesssss! Intimate and fun honestly. A bath on a warm day with a cool breeze. They probably have fruit and drinks too that are about the be very forgotten about hehe.

@dinlukeweek

[darthbloodorange]

Thor likes taking care of Steve after missions. Soothing and tending his hurts until he feels better.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2024 Mini Bingo - Service Top [Card #4 "Kink"]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: After Mission Care Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Partial Nudity Major Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Bathroom Sex, Post-Mission, Caretaking, Candles, Hurt Steve Rogers, Service Top Thor ~ Summery: Thor likes taking care of Steve after missions. Soothing and tending his hurts until he feels better.

[rolandtowen]

oh - my - god - keep - me from going lunatic, chapter 4

Chapter 4 is live folks! Please heed the warnings on this one. We're diving deeper into the Winter Soldier trauma, so take care of yourselves.

Read on Ao3 or under the cut!

chapter warnings: non-graphic discussion of past non-con, description of Bucky's underweight body and scarring, brief panic attack

The morning of the seventh day, Natalia comes to see the Soldier at breakfast. She congratulates the Soldier on its progress so far, and then unveils a sleek, black tablet. She explains that if the Soldier asks JARVIS for information, it can be sent to the tablet. The tablet also has a clock and a calendar built in. The Soldier learns that it is March 3rd, 2014.

“This,” Natalia says, pulling up a page with hourly time blocks, “is a schedule my team and I have developed for you.” The Soldier looks it over. The waking, sleeping, and meal times are the same, but more of its time has been filled with ‘visits’ from other people. Natalia’s name is next to the breakfast time, Sam’s name is on the schedule twice, and the last visit scheduled is from someone called Steve.

Steve…the name is familiar, but the Soldier brushes this feeling aside to focus on what Natalia is saying. “You don’t have to have these visits, but we do have things planned that we think will help you.”

“For…field preparedness?” The Soldier asks. It has not been given a new mission beyond the optimal levels of food and sleep. Maybe the visits are for training, perhaps new protocols must be established here.

Natalia shakes her head. “You are not being prepared for fieldwork. You are…restructuring. Does that make sense?”

A voice in the Soldier’s head mutters clear as mud, but the Soldier says instead: “Confirmed.”

When Natalia leaves, the Soldier returns to a worksheet that the doctor, Rebecca had given it. ‘Cataloguing your inner rules’, it reads at the top. She had said that the point of the homework was self-maintenance, so the Soldier starts with its most blatant malfunction: thinking it is a person.

What did you do that broke one of your inner rules? The worksheet asks. The Soldier referred to itself as “I” multiple times, it writes carefully.

What rule did your behavior break?

The Soldier is not a person.

Why did you feel bad after engaging in that behavior?

The Soldier should not break rules.

Where did this rule come from?

HYDRA.

What makes you think the rule is good or right?

The Soldier pauses at this question. This rule had been harshly enforced at HYDRA, but here…no one has taken any notice when it had referred to itself as a person. In fact, people keep asking the Soldier for a name, referring to it as “him”. Maybe…maybe the rule is void here. Maybe it isn’t right here.

How does this rule help you?

It keeps the Soldier from being punished.

How does this rule hurt you?

It makes the Soldier’s handlers teammates confused.

Should you keep, modify, or trash this rule?

The Soldier considers everything it–he–it had written above. The purpose of the rule is to keep the Soldier from being punished, and yet…the Solder has not been punished here. And the rule had come from HYDRA, which is no longer active. He–it– he– checks the box for “modify” and moves on to the last question.

What is the best possible version of this rule?

The Soldier might be a person but has not been gifted a name.

He hopes Rebecca will be proud of his self-maintenance.

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Sam's no occupational therapist, but he did get to watch and learn from them pretty closely in his Master's, so at this point, he's the best person to teach Bucky how to be a human. It's a tragic paradox: the man can fly planes and speak a dozen languages, but he's never been taught how to take a shower or cook or do laundry. Well, he doesn't remember being taught that. Which is where Sam comes in.

Sam's first step is to ask JARVIS if Bucky's okay with him visiting during his afternoon slot. Sure, Sam could just go up to Bucky's floor with just an announcement, but he wants Bucky to have as much say in the matter as possible. Autonomy's some good shit.

JARVIS informs Sam that, yes, Bucky says Sam can visit, and so Sam grabs his backpack and steps into the elevator. When he walks onto Bucky's floor, he sees Bucky sitting at the kitchen table, a worksheet in front of him. Not standing at attention, which is a massive improvement.

“Hey, man, whatcha working on?” Sam asks.

“Self-maintenance,” Bucky says, sliding the paper so Sam can see it. “Identifying thinking errors.”

“That's cool,” Sam nods. “Remember our bet?”

Bucky nods, and Sam could swear his eyes twinkle mischievously.

“Well, I've been thinking I could teach you some things. Things a person would know, like bathing and cooking.”

Bucky wrinkles his nose. “So you can win the bet?”

“Nah, man,” Sam laughs. “Just so we're on a level playing field. I think it's a bit unfair to measure yourself based on ‘what a person does’ if you just haven't had anyone teach you.” Bucky nods slowly in understanding. “If you get through my little bootcamp and still think you're not a person, I guess I owe you twenty dollars.”

“Alright,” Bucky says, “what is the first task?”

“Well, I was thinking we should start with bathing. The most basic ‘person thing’ you identified not knowing. Is that okay with you?”

Bucky nods, standing immediately and beginning to shuck out of his clothes.

“Okay! Hold your horses, let's head to the bathroom first, yeah?” Sam is so thankful at this moment for his classes on aging and dementia, because this is surprisingly not the strangest thing he's seen a patient do. Bucky looks at him, a bit confused, but follows Sam to his apartment's bathroom.

“Alright,” Sam says once they're in the privacy of the bathroom. “There's a couple different ways people bathe themselves. You could either take a bath, which means we'd fill up that tub with water and you sit in it, or you could take a shower,” Sam taps the showerhead, “which means you'd stand under running water from here. Which do you prefer?”

“Shower,” Bucky says immediately, reaching again for his t-shirt before Sam's hand gently stills his.

“Still not nakey time yet,” Sam explains, before pulling several bottles from the shower. “I figure it's easier to explain this without you being all wet. This bottle,” he points to a tall bottle with a pump, “is body wash. You can use your hands or put it on a washcloth. This one is shampoo, and this one is conditioner. These are both for cleaning your hair.” Sam sets the bottles back in the shower before turning on the spray. “I'm going to set it to a temperature I like, and you can tell me if you want it hotter or colder, yeah?”

Bucky nods, studying the way Sam turns the nobs and then switches the water to come out of the showerhead instead of the tap. “Come test this, stick your hand in the spray.” Bucky does, pulling his hand back after a few moments and asking, “hotter, please?” Sam fusses the nobs some more, and the next time Bucky sticks his hand under the spray, a pleased look crosses his face.

“Alright, so I'm gonna stand out here and walk you through everything, does that sound okay?” Bucky nods, his hand creeping slowly to the hemline of his shirt, and Sam laughs. “Yeah, that's right. Now it's time to take your clothes off.”

Bucky does so, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on top of the closed toilet. He steps under the spray, and for a long few moments, he just…stands there.

“Is this how you would clean, before?” Sam asks, and Bucky nods. “Never had hot water, though.”

“Well, you can have all the hot water you want now,” Sam smiles at him before handing him a washcloth. “So, get some body wash on there, yep, then rub it together and get it all soapy, yeah perfect!”

Bucky's a quick study, washing down his arms, chest, and legs at Sam's direction. Bucky's certainly put on weight in the last week, but he's still a bit gaunt, collarbones showing at his chest, hip bones still too sharp. Sam can also now see the myriad of scars across his body. Knowing how badly Steve has to be injured for it to leave a mark, Sam can only imagine what led up to every scar marking Bucky's body. The worst of the scarring is concentrated where the metal arm meets Bucky's flesh shoulder. Bucky hands Sam back the washcloth, breaking him out of his train of thought.

“What's next?” Bucky asks, and Sam walks him through using shampoo and conditioner before shutting off the shower. “Okay, here's a towel for you,” Sam hands him a plush white towel. Bucky takes it with a shocked look on his face. “I get a towel?”

“‘Course, man. There's a whole stack of them in the closet. We can do a lesson on laundry, too.”

“Oh, thank you.” Bucky takes the towel tentatively, drying his hair and the rest of his body, before reaching for his clothes again.

“One more thing,” Sam pulls a bottle from the counter. “Lotion,” he explains. Sam's fine with bathing a brainwashed assassin, but he draws the line at him being ashy. “You might not need it all over after every shower, but I'd recommend it over your scars every day at least. It'll hydrate the skin and should make you more comfortable.”

Bucky accepts a pump of the lotion from Sam, working it into the scars at his shoulder. “How often do people shower?” He asks while getting dressed again.

“Well, it depends on things like how sweaty you get, the kinds of exercise you do, but I'd say a good starting point is at least once every three days.” Sam pulls a wide-tooth comb from one of the bathroom drawers. “Do you know how to use this?” Sam could swear Bucky almost rolls his eyes at him.

“When am I expected to be operational?” Bucky asks, working the comb through his hair.

“Operational?” Sam asks.

“Service-ready,” Bucky replies, turning to face Sam. “Natalia said I’m not here for fieldwork.”

Oh. Still in the Soldier mindset, then. “That’s right. You’re not here to go on missions with us,” Sam says carefully.

“I understand.” Bucky puts the comb down on the counter before turning to Sam. “Who am I servicing tonight?” He asks meekly, eyes looking at Sam’s shoes.

Sam’s stomach drops and feels like it keeps falling for at least three floors. “That’s–we’re not–” he can’t find the words, so he pauses and takes a breath. “When you say ‘servicing’, do you mean…sexual favors?”

Bucky nods, his eyes still not leaving the floor. Sam wants to punch a wall, but instead, he says: “That wasn’t in your files.”

Bucky shrugs, a sad gesture. “It wasn’t an official function.” Sam feels white hot rage. This whole time, had Bucky felt like…like Sam was preparing him? Primping him like some kind of show dog?

“Okay,” Sam takes another breath in through his nose, trying to bring his emotions under control before Bucky thinks he’s mad at him . “Can you look at me for a second?”

Bucky’s eyes flit to his, and Sam can see the apprehension written clearly across his features. “ No one ,” Sam says, softly but firmly, “is going to ask you for that here. Okay? If anyone touches you, and you don’t want it, that’s not okay. Do you understand?”

Bucky’s eyes dart between the floor and Sam’s face. “I–I don’t have wants ,” he locks eyes with Sam. “I don’t understand, I don’t–” his breathing quickens, and suddenly Sam’s catching him, guiding the both of them to sit on the bathroom floor.

“Okay, breathe with me, alright?” Sam exaggerates his inhales and exhales. “We’re just gonna breathe for a few minutes.” Bucky does his best, gulping back air and forcefully exhaling it, and after a few minutes, his breathing evens out, though it remains shaky. “I’m sorry,” Bucky says. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Sam has to resist the urge to take Bucky in his arms and hold him, because goddamn does he look so sad and frail at this moment. “Got nothing to be sorry for,” he says instead. “Nothing’s wrong with you either. You’ve just gone through a lot of shit and you’re figuring it out.”

Bucky’s head leans back, hitting the side of the tub with a thunk, and his eyes close. “I just, I don’t know how to know if I like or dislike or want or don’t want, but everybody’s asking me questions like I do know. ”

Sam shifts so he’s sitting with his back against the tub too. Not caging Bucky in, but still present. “Well, even if you don’t have a label for it, your body is pretty good at telling you what you like and don’t like.” Bucky gives him a quizzical look, so Sam continues. “For me, I hate mushrooms. Don’t know why, always have. If I accidentally get some mushroom in my food, I can tell, I smell it or taste it and my stomach feels all kinds of bad. You ever feel like that?”

Bucky nods. “I don’t know why, but I know the shakes, the ones here? They taste better than the ones at HYDRA.”

Sam nods. “There you go, that’s one thing you like. Your body’s telling you that there’s a difference between the food here and the food before. And today! You wanted a shower instead of a bath, you could tell you wanted the water to be hotter, because your body told you. Same thing with touch, with everything else. Sometimes it can be hard to hear what your body’s telling you, but I promise, your body knows, okay?”

Bucky lets out a shaky breath and picks his head back up. “Is that going to be part of person bootcamp?”

“It can be,” Sam replies. “Or you can ask Rebecca about it. Or both. Or neither. We’re going at your pace here, alright? It’s whatever you want. And no one's going to be mad at you for wanting or not wanting things.” Sam moves to retract his hand, still holding onto Bucky’s bicep from where he caught him.

“Can you–” Bucky starts, then shuts his mouth almost instantly.

“What?” Sam asks, gently.

“Can you…stay?” Bucky flicks his eyes between Sam’s and the hand on his arm.

Sam presses his hand more firmly back against Bucky’s skin, brings himself closer to the man so they’re pressed together at the sides. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, closing his eyes once more. “I think I like it.”

[sharkbeneaththelotus]

He doesn't look, while Xiazi is gently --how did he learn to be so gentle? In all his long life, Xiao Hua knows he has been handed guns and knives and scalpels, who handed him this voice, soft as a summer breeze and reaching into your guts to tell them it's alright? --gently peeling Xiaoge's clothes away with very little help from the man himself.

HeiHuaPing got into my brain and.wouldnt leave, so I gave them a nice bath and a cuddle as a reward for emotionally eviscerating me before breakfast

[asmuchasidliketo]

[fruitncream]

rose and berries (and leafy vegetables?) is such an underrated scent combination. i recently mixed crabtree & evelyn rosewater shower gel with dr. teal's kale, spinach, blue spirulina, and acai berry body wash (to shower with) and it was so bright and refreshing i loved it! X3

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 flowers from ash by hauntedotamatone

💙 flowers from ash

by hauntedotamatone (@hauntotamatone)

E, WIP, 27k, Wangxian

Part of WLW Wangxian Week 2022

Summary: “There is the matter of a certain individual.” “That Wei Ying from YunmengJiang.” A protracted Sunshot campaign spanning six years ends in a victory hardly worth the cost. With the former Five Great Sects whittled down to three, two of which have been devastated, the Jin Sect seeks to hang itself up in the place of the sun. The first step in their climb to power is to get the woman who killed Wen Ruohan from within his own palace well out of the way. Lan Zhan is not someone who schemes, but she cannot allow Wei Ying to meet such a fate. That she has loved her since they were fifteen is secondary. Kay's comments: This story is so incredibly soft in its grief. Like. The hurt/comfort of it. It never fails to hit. I am so weak for it. And WLW Wangxian too? Lar never misses. In which, everything in regards to the Sunshot Campaign went worse and in some ways better? Hard to say, but Wei Wuxian ended up a prisoner of the Jin Sect and Lan Wangji, who is the effective sect leader of the Lans, manages to scheme her to be handed over to the Lans instead. What follows is dealing with grief, healing and so much tender hurt/comfort. Excerpt: “Well she can’t simply be allowed to run amok!” The mask slips. The primary lust of his, that clawing greed for any power he does not possess, rears its ugly head. It’s a pity that he had not been so concerned with Wen Ruohan and his sons, their nearly infinite wealth and unrestrained power. It is not fear, as so many others will surrender to, she doesn’t believe that Jin Guangshan has ever been properly scared, and one person can do very little to move against him now. GusuLan teaches its disciples not to deceive. Thus, her words must be chosen carefully. She does not lie, not exactly. “I do not mean to leave her on her own.” This is true, she will not abandon her. “GusuLan is experienced in the liberation of resentful spirits and well equipped to contain them.” This is also true, though its relevance to the conversation actually taking place here is debatable. It is a necessary misdirection, but Wen Qing’s glare grows harsher and the timid looking young man behind her wavers between the verge of tears and the verge of violence. “Our healers would take responsibility for her care and supervision.” His brow twitches. There is no sound argument to make against GusuLan handling this, none that will not drag his true motives into the light However, she knows that he is only irritated, not cornered. Even if his motives were exposed, Lan Zhan does not think that there would be anything more than a token protest, if any objection at all. Never mind that Wei Ying had been well liked amongst their peers and that many of the young masters of their generation had admired her. How cheap their admiration had turned out to be in the end, for those that remain to sit here and say absolutely nothing.

pov lan wangji, rule 63, female lan wangji/female wei wuxian, canon divergence, post-sunshot campaign, captivity, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, recovery, bathing/washing, past character death, sect leader lan wangji, sharing a bed, lan wangji/ wei wuxian get a happy ending, getting together, touch-starved wei wuxian, misogyny, genius wei wuxian

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[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[hoofpeet]

Baby spots 💛

[14dayswithyou]

This Angel has another question! \o

What's it like taking a bath with RENACTED?

✦゜ANSWERED: Hell on earth T_T he takes up soooo much room and won't give you a moment to yourself dshjgjds /silly

cw: It gets NSFW towards the end!! MDNI!

"Think we need more bubbles?"

When you're met with nothing but silence, you look up from your bubble sculpture to see your partner sporting an all too familiar pout on their face. His tattooed arms were crossed over his bare chest like he wanted to prove a point — and as if to fully emphasize their current disdain; Ren turns his head away the moment you make eye contact.

You couldn't help but let out a puff of laughter at the silliness of it all.

"Why are you pouting?" You nudge their leg with your own. "What's wrong?"

"...Why are you all th'way over there?"

'Over there', being on the opposite side of the tub from your beloved boyfriend. Which... didn't make much sense now that you thought about it, seeing as he was the one who (silently) volunteered to take the side with the faucet and drain, which left you with all the space and legroom your heart could desire. Though... it wasn't much, given how massive of a mountain your partner was. Ren was all long, lanky limbs and thick muscle; but it wasn't exactly evident with all the baggy clothing they often chose to wear.

In an attempt to make your beloved hacker feel better about the (albeit childish) situation, you carefully scoot over so that you were resting against one of their legs instead of the tub. But apparently, Ren still wanted more, as a familiar tattooed arm emerges from the water the moment you draw closer and silently beckons you to join him at his side. When you accept — in what world would you ever say no to him and that trademark frown? — Ren pulls you flush against his chest with a content sigh.

They were acting like the cat who got the cream, no doubt.

You barely have a moment to adjust to your new position before you feel Ren's arms wrap around your waist, and his chin finds its place atop your shoulder. Now, your hacker has the perfect view of you rebuilding your bubble castle once more — only this time, you were right where he wanted you.

"There." Your tone is laced with something mirthful and lively as you lean into his embrace. "Is this better?

"Much."

"Just make sure you don't fall asleep. Elanor told me that it's not safe to do that." You purposefully ignore how their arms tense up at the mention of your coworker. However, you don't miss how they dip further under the water to run along the inside of your thighs instead.

Ren's real name slips from your lips in warning. You knew exactly what he was trying to do right now. Their hands were ghosting dangerously close to your—

"...'M not doing anything."

"Liar, I can feel you— Ah!"

His fingers casually brush past your most sensitive part, and it has you flinging your head back and clutching onto his forearm. From that reaction alone, you can hear Ren let out a curious hum from behind as their hand moves back to your sex once more.

"Just making sure you're all nice 'n clean down there."

"I-I somehow doubt that..."

"Isn't that the point of baths? T'get clean?" He muses, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear. "...Why were you talking to your coworker about taking baths in the first place, anyway?"

One of the rubber frogs you added ('for ambience!' you recall telling your boyfriend) innocently floats past, and you had half a mind to reach out and turn its gaze away from the intimate scene. Ren still had one hand firmly placed around your stomach to keep you steady while the other was shamelessly running up and down your—

"...Think I'm gonna need to do a thorough inspection. Bend over the tub f'me?"

[darthbloodorange]

Steve and Bucky spend time in the bath together during their Avengers mandated time off.

For the: ✦ Stucky Bingo - Free Space [N3] (Card: 5054)

Word count: N/a - Art Title: Time off Taken Together Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Warnings: Partial Nudity Major Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Domestic Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Established Relationship, Bathing/Washing, Bubble Bath, Cuddling & Snuggling, Rubber Ducks, Plants, Avenger Bucky Barnes, Happy Bucky Barnes, Happy Steve Rogers ~ Summery: Steve and Bucky spend time in the bath together during their Avengers mandated time off.

The rubber ducks on the shelf are Captain America and the Winter Soldier. I thought it would be cute for them to have in their bathroom.

[IMAGE ID: "Steve and Bucky sharing a bubble bath. Steve rests against Bucky's chest, holding a yellow sponge, knees sticking out of the bubbles. Bucky's hands rest on Steve's shoulders. Their expressions are happy and peaceful, and their skin is flushed from the warmth of the bath. A small indoor garden bed is built in to the left of the tub shelf. On the right-side shield are a small bar of soap and a pair of rubber ducks styled after Captain America and the Winter Soldier. The blinds are drawn halfway."]

[emacrow]

There a ghost in the Watchtower vent!

Batman could only sighed in defeat as the Justice league were searching in the vents again, after Superman heard a odd small screeching sound of an animal coming from it this morning.

Which lead to the Justice league searching around the vents to find the source of the sound. He internally blamed Damian for this after he snuck a odd animal in the batcave, and is still looking for that animal whom may have snuck itself into the watchtower teleportor and got beamed there.

So far they been searching for 8 hours straight with no luck whatsoever. Batman could only sighed and calls comms to get Damian to get his newest attempt of pet adoption.

Which only took 7 minutes as Damian in his robin suit just put down one of alfred's special cookies in front of the vent entrance as the Justice league watch along side as a small odd cat lik-, oh that a tiny alien feral child nawing on the cookie.

He looked 4 year old at most, glowing lararus green eyes feral and dilated with long elvish ears, sharp tiny fangs, white but dirty dust covered hair that look like a rats nest, wearing a toddler sized suit that look otherworldly yet similar to a hazmut suit if it weren't so skin tight looking. He was wearing a glowing green skull on his smol middle finger and a floating crown that remind superman of the fairy odd parents except this was black with blue aurora light fire.

"You are so losing chew toy privileges, danny." Damian huffed as he just pick danny up by his armpits and just begans walked away through the hallway door.

The justice league could only look a bit gaped.

"Where did Robin found that?"

[4bath-time]

[lucabyte]

So does anybody else ever think about how Loop felt the need to demonstrate that the party's deaths wouldn't have any effect on the loops. I know I do but that's besides the point. Anyway I don't think Loop actually needs to bathe, they just like to feel included.