#forgive me

[haveihitanerve]

The JL and the Titans are on a mission together. Robin is vaguely known as an associate of Batman, at this point even the League has heard of Batman and Robin, but not by much, or how close this association goes.

During the mission, Batman and Robin don't interact much anyway, Robin choosing to stay with his team, Batman with his. Because he doesn't want to seem overbearing and embarrass his son in front of his own team.

But at some point, Robin makes a light suggestion that maybe Batman should stay behind for the next portion. He's met by rumbles of agreement from the other League members, after all, Batman is a human, and the rest of them are metas(who are they to assume Robin isn't a meta, putting up with Batman for as long as he has and being so damn flexible and cheery)

Batman appears behind the boy, so quick and silent even Robin and Superman don't immediately register the shift, and smacks the kid across the face.

Robin dramatizes the blow heavily, not that anyone knows this ofc, hes a good actor, stumbling away, as Batman glowers.

Robin grins back, dropping the facade, not even bothering to rub at his cheek because that's how light of a touch the smack was, as Batman growls.

"I'm not that old you cheeky little shit."

[stew4]

Renarin, pacing furiously: Okay so if we have babies before aunt navani wakes up then she can’t be mad I’m dating a crab

Rlain: what

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Chappell Roan Grumbo be like ‘I don’t care that you’re a watcher, red stone supernova’

[jayjxmaybank]

jj stepped into sarah’s house behind her, his eyes scanning the space with the familiar mix of awe and discomfort. the place was massive—almost absurdly so, especially for someone like him. everything about it screamed wealth—the sprawling marble floors, the high, vaulted ceilings, the massive windows that seemed to overlook miles of perfectly manicured lawn. it was a mansion in every sense of the word, and it always hit him a little harder than he expected.

the front back entry was almost as grand as the front, with a sweeping staircase that curved upwards to an elegant second floor. the walls were adorned with artwork in thick, gold frames, likely originals from some well-known artist. even the chandelier hanging above them seemed to shine brighter than any of the lights he had back at his place, and he was sure it probably cost more than his entire house. "bet this place has money stashed in the walls," he muttered, mainly to himself.

jj couldn’t help but feel out of place every time he stepped inside. everything in sight was immaculate—like a museum he wasn’t meant to touch. every little detail screamed luxury, from the polished hardwood floors to the sleek modern furniture arranged just-so. even the air felt different, somehow heavier with the scent of fresh flowers, a fragrance that was probably imported or custom-made for the space.

he was so engrossed by the sight that he hardly missed her invitation to the mini-fridge near the the open bar. with a subtle nod, he moved toward it and pulled it open with ease. he wasn't surprised to see that even the beer in the fridge was packed with upscale beverages. pulling one from the rack, he popped it open and turned to see her downing a shot. "oh," his brows raised with amusement. "only people you like, huh? bringin' your boy toys to your mansion screams 'i'll be your sugar mama'," he teased, bringing the can to his mouth as he slowly crossed the room, still gawking around the place. "

sarah pushed the door open wider, stepping inside with a natural ease that hinted at just how many times she’d snuck through the back entrance of tannyhill. the cool air inside was a sharp contrast to the sticky heat outside, and as the door swung shut behind them with a soft click, the quiet settled in, heavy and unspoken. she moved across the room with purpose, her steps light as she made her way to the small bar tucked neatly into the corner. without hesitation, she gestured toward the mini fridge, her hand sweeping through the air as if to say help yourself.

“probably some beers in there,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a shrug that rolled effortlessly across her shoulders. “might not be your go-to, but it’s something.” her tone was casual, unaffected, though there was an edge of tension in the way she quickly reached for the vodka bottle. she poured herself a shot, the liquid catching the light as it filled the glass, and didn’t waste a second before downing it in one smooth motion. the burn hit immediately, sharp and searing, but it was exactly what she needed. something to take the edge off, to drown out the hum of tension that seemed to cling to the air between them.

placing the shot glass down with a soft clink, she turned to face him, her gaze steady, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “oh, and for the record, j?” she started, her voice softer now. “i don’t bring everyone here. only people i like.” the words hung in the air for a moment, but she didn’t take them back. instead, she leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms loosely over her chest as she watched him.

[aakiwa]

Hello Zukki Nation, please let me in

[mewpet]

Finallyyy finished this piece!

[aazulean]

WHO PUSHED HIM??!!

[chrawrls]

My optometrist never saw it coming

[Image description: digital art of Bill Cipher, covered in blood. He's staring at a bloodied triangle that lies on the ground in front of him. Bill's hands are aflame and his eye is completely red. The background is dark. End ID.]

I'd like to think he used a silly straw as his weapon of choice. I mean a serious straw 😭

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[driftwoodwolf]

the dark hour

find me on twitter @/driftwoodwoof

[bloodyrosesnthorns]

I'm sorry mom.

[xam-jam]

This was the first image that popped in my mind after reading abt @keferon ‘s Prowl being abducted an’ used to advance the mecha suits

I had to sketch this as fast as I could considering I literally had 5 tests this week

[kotzwinkled]

some mlb designs!

[kelddaa]

been feeling crappy so doodled the ol’ reliable (soft desert duo)

[decadentparasite]

📸

[phantom-palace]

pardon me but i want to chew on her arms like polly pocket clothes

[kaye-go-moo]

6 hours of work has led me to create my masterpiece!!! Forgive the ibisPaint watermark, I have no money.

Inpo: @void-dude

Angy Tad

Such a dumb little triangle