#i drew this because he just like me for real and minorly because it just actually hit me that my name change is legal

[olligane]

they just got dutch bros on Promethea,,, is this anything?? is it too niche????

(two posts not a month apart? who am i????? this is also really as finished as i get whoops)

[evanpeaters]

                           𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 ( 𝕠𝕠𝕔 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖 )

How long have you been roleplaying?

Honestly, I remember starting out way back when Bebo was a thing. You’d make a profile for a character and write opposite absolutely anyone, even if it was multiple muns writing the same muse. Then the first Tumblr rp I joined was actually a Skins/Glee crossover, which is a wild idea, but it worked. I played Sid in a Sid/Quinn ship, I think. 

What are your hobbies outside of writing?

I like to make my own clothes when I get the time ( which is now ), but while I’m working, on a normal day...does going to the pub with friends count? Because that’s 80% of my life. 

Do you have any pets? Tell us about them!

Really interesting answer: no. 

If you had a month of free time to learn to do something new, what would you choose?

I’ve had a few guitars for literally years because I keep meaning to teach myself, but I’ve never got past learning one song. Seven Nation Army by White Stripes - like, the ultimate beginners song. 

Do you listen to music while you write? What are three songs on your playlist?

While I’m writing paras I literally can’t concentrate with music on or I’ll start bopping. But normal gif chats, yes. At the moment I’m listening to a lot of Sticky Fingers, Ocean Alley and Husky.

What’s a favorite recent youtube video/channel?

I actually never used to watch YouTubers until @jocklowden​ informed me there was one who looked like my main man, now I’m low key attracted to Kurtis Conner and watch his from time to time. 

Tell us one random fact about you!

I once got so close to meeting Evan at Universal Studios that I anxiously threw up and never got to :):):)

Who is an FC you’ve always wanted to use but haven’t yet?

There are a couple of actors I personally love the work of but aren’t very well known, like Toby Wallace ( The Society ), Rudy Pankow ( Outer Banks ) and Glen Powell ( Scream Queens, Set It Up ). If you’ve noticed I prefer to write males, it’s because I prefer to stretch further away from real life.

What’s a plot you’ve always wanted to write but haven’t yet?

Something a bit more fictional, recently I’ve stuck to hollywood groups but I’ve always wanted to try something apocalyptic. Also anything with @liliricnhart​ and @itskjapa​ please, as I’m the worst and unintentionally bailed while I had fun threads/connections going with them. 

Do you have a favorite plot you’ve seen someone else in the group do?

I loved the development of @hqnessa​ and @drewhq​ back when they were a thing, with all the drama that came along with them thanks to Drew’s ex faking a pregnancy, and getting to be even minorly involved in that as Jordan was definitely a fun time. 

Who on the dash makes you smile?

Literally everyone. Impossible to pick. You all have your moments where I read the posts, laugh along with them, or enjoy getting to see things play out for everyone’s muses. 

What is your favorite memory in the group?

Realising that amongst all of my threads and paras with @goodlourd​ that Billie and Evan had chemistry that went way beyond being just good friends. Though they’re two muses people wouldn’t ever think to put together considering their close ties to Emma, it’s made me realise they would work insanely well, and getting to play everything out with Maree and Lex ( @emberts​ ) , who I’m super close to OOC, has been a treat. 

Also @alxdaddarios​ trying to avoid the feels for Zac by sleeping with Evan, then being taken back to Zac/Evan’s shared room on the Hawaii trip was pretty spectacular. And Jofia going against all the odds to get together, it was like those two against the world @hqsofia​ .

What’s your favorite thing about your celeb(s)?

For Evan, I love the fact that he really doesn’t give a shit. He hasn’t changed one bit from his starting out days, to now when he’s much more well known. He doesn’t seem to care about making himself more Hollywood - he’ll show up on the red carpet in the goofiest things, lead impromptu karaoke sing-a-longs during panels, follows stoner blogs on his public accounts, and chats to fans when he’s drunk in bars. And I love getting to follow his example, much to his best friends dismay ( @joekcery​ @hqgemma​ )

For Nick, I love that he’s so unexpectedly hilarious. Everyone always says they’re surprised by how witty he is. He’s the perfect mixture of an intelligent gentleman who clearly doesn’t take himself too seriously. And those eyes, though. 

What’s a plot you miss?

Forever Fernrock. Alice and I didn’t even get to touch on nearly as much as we wanted to with those two, but they had the potential to be something really great. To the point where we still ship them now, in real life. Just waiting for Finn to realize he likes dudes. Or, a dude. @ariagrans​

What would you love to see this group do in the future?

More AU weeks! They’re my favourite. They’re opportunities to write with people we don’t usually write with, in so many different scenarios, and I love getting to see who comes out with what. Shoutout to @itsnataliadyr​ , you know why. 

@hollywoodland-hqs​ 

[spilledkauffie]

Coulrophobia

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader Word Count: 2.4k T/W: fluff! A/N: Happy Halloween!

It was Halloween night and you were finally getting to go out for once. Usually the boys, all of them, kept you in the middle of the couch watching a movie locked in the bunker, mostly because their fear of something happening to you on a perfectly creepy night, with perfectly creepy spirits bound to be everywhere. They’d had numerous encounters on Halloween and didn’t want you getting mixed into any of it, so the best option was to just stay home.

But this year was different, this year you were on the roads. And with enough requests and puppy eyes, you convinced the more susceptible Winchester, of whom happened to be your boyfriend, to take you out to the local Halloween & Fall festival the city you were staying in was hosting. There was going to be a ferris wheel, games, candy, and so many more traditions that you had altogether missed, but now you were finally getting a chance to feel a part of normal society, just for a night.

“Hey, uh, it’s getting dark, we better get going,” You heard Sam say from outside the motel bathroom’s door.

You quickly applied a swipe of tinted chapstick, knowing you’d probably be having some sort of candy, and didn’t want to deal with the smudges of lipstick. Stepping back and observing yourself in the mirror, you felt surprisingly cute. It had been a very long time since you remotely dressed up for anything, even if this was Halloween, it still counted in your book. Exhaling with a smile, you nodded and turned the door handle.

When you opened the door you found Sam leaning against the wall next to it. He immediately stood up straight, habitually pushed his dark hair back and looked you over. You couldn’t quite read his expression, he looked both impressed and nervous at the same time, creating his signature puppy look, as you had deemed it. 

You bit your lip, wincing “too much?”

“No, no,” Sam stuttered for words shaking his head, “You look great!”

His eyes met yours; you swore you could get lost in them, “thanks,” you said in a softer tone than you intended to come out, but couldn’t help it, something about him made you feel so small, yet so safe. Part of you really did want to just stay at the motel with him, but the other part really wanted a real life date experience. Sam’s lips pulled into a small smile as he noticed you staring at him, making you blink repeatedly and blush.

“Hey, hey, Dorothy,” Dean came in the room with a 6 pack of his favourite beer, smiling as he quickly looked you up and down, “did you try clicking your heels and wishing you weren’t in a relationship with him?”

Sam huffed, closing his eyes for a moment, knowing it wasn’t worth it.

“You sure you don’t want to come Dean?” You offered sweetly, as you put an arm around Sam.

“Nah, you kids have fun,” he said opening a beer and sitting on the edge of a bed, “it’s slasher night on one of these old timey channels anyway.” 

“Okay, well, have fun. Stay safe,” You walked over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek sweetly, before grabbing your purse and heading for the door, Sam following behind you. 

He couldn’t help but notice the nice way your dress swayed with your walk, leading his eyes down to the little red flats you had found at a thrift store once. It might’ve been the first time he’d ever seen you in a dress and this was a pretty cute one for the first time. You really hadn’t over done it, it was just a blue and white checkered sundress, like Dorothy’s and you had your hair in two half braids with little ribbons in them and a little extra blush, nothing too fancy, but definitely a noticeable costume. 

“Hey,” Dean called out, causing Sam to turn around, “have fun, okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded knowingly, “we’ll uh, see you later.”

You waited for Sam outside the motel’s door, swaying your hips a little. The moonlight was starting to peek up over the pine trees as two of you walked over to the Impala, a rare occasion that Dean actually, willingly, let Sam take it outside of emergencies. The festival wasn’t very far from where you were staying, and the ride felt short with some classics playing in the background as you kept a wide eyed lookout for any appearances of the festival coming into sight. 

After finding it, Sam followed the signs to a gravel parking lot, shifting it into the park and taking the keys out, “well, we made it.” 

Smiling giddily, you could hardly wait, opening the car door and stepping out to see the silhouette of the ferris wheel from the setting sun. Accidentally forgetting to breathe for a moment, Sam’s gentle touch to your arm brought you back to reality, one you could hardly believe was happening. 

“You okay?” Sam asked quietly.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” you tucked some hair behind your ear, with butterflies in your stomach, your wrapped your arm around his.

The two of you walked together to the entrance, cutely decorated by a scruffy hay bail archway adorned with purple, orange and green glittery, sparkling lights and little ghosts. There were people dressed like demons with pitchforks, and vampires and of course a girl as an angel with tiny fluffy wings. It all made Sam laugh under his breath, but he tried to hide it merely perking his eyebrows for their sake when one of them tried to be scary, knowing this was what most people thought of the supernatural world. 

“I still can’t believe you wouldn’t even dress up as the scarecrow, you’re tall enough, you know,” you made conversation, walking leisurely through the hey matted path of the festival, both your hands now clutching the strap of the small purse you held in front of you lazily, your knees sometimes hitting it lightly.

Sam half smiled, hands in pockets, “I jsut- Halloween isn’t my favourite is all.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry-”

“No, I didn’t mean like-” Sam paused, both physically and verbally, running his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, “listen, you’re making it a world better than I’ve ever known it to be, but it’s just- my family.”

“I get it Sam,” you nodded reassuringly, “you’re hunters, I’m not surprised Halloween isn’t your favourite, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You know that.” 

For once Sam felt relieved to actually have someone just understand. He knew you said it, but now he felt it.

“Now, I’d like to enjoy this night Fall festival date with you,” you smiled, trying to get his mind off Halloween, “how about that?”

“Right, sorry,” Sam rubbed the back of his head, minorly embarrassed as he rustled his hair, “it’s been a while.” 

Giggling at his rusty date skills, you took his hand and lead him around, leaning into his arm whenever you saw a cute couple, realising just how lucky you were to have someone; someone that could protect you from anything at that.  

You both knew he’d totally demolish every and any game that involved shooting, so you decided to let others have a standing chance by just watching. Sam also didn’t want to bring attention to himself, while he wasn’t fully armed. Walking along all the stands was one of your favourite things. A few people offering balloons or candy stopping you for only a moment, before you continued.

 Suddenly the hand in yours froze, leaving you to walk on a few paces before realising it. Turning back Sam had completely frozen, chest starting to rise and fall at an accelerated rate. It was nothing like him to just completely stop in his tracks, and you could feel something was wrong.

“Sam?” You asked, returning close to him.

A blank expression was all you got, and he wasn’t even looking at you, it was something in the distance. You looked to where he was staring, but found nothing. 

“Sam,” you drew his attention to you, his lip twitching, as you placed one hand on his chest. 

You studied him over quickly to see if anything was wrong, was he hurt, did he get a curse, was he feeling sick? And for the first time since you’d known him, you saw fear, a genuine natural human fear. He glanced away again, that nervous twitch coming back. You looked to where he was and saw the most likely suspect causing his fear: a clown. 

“Sam, are you okay?” you looked up, gently and quietly asking. 

“Wh-what, yeah, yeah” he assured you, with a twitching smile, “I’m totally-”

Sam flinched when a giggling clown nearly touched him on its way back to the cotton candy booth. Closing his eyes for a moment, he swallowed harshly, subconsciously squeezing your hand tighter, and turned to face you. 

“Sam, we can go,” you told him, staring up at him, now becoming very aware of something you had never known before. 

He suddenly came back to you, remembering you were at his side, “I’m fine, we should stay, you wanted to see more, c’mon.”

You cautiously continued, now being led by him through the festival. It was quiet between the two of you for the remainder of the walk, and you kept an anxious eye on Sam’s body language, noticing how he kept you closer to him now, and didn’t let go of your hand. 

When the two of you made it to the ferris wheel, you looked up at it, with all its light and colours now shining brightly against a velvety black sky. The glistening colours reflected in your eyes as they slowly spun in the circular motion. Sam watched your face light up like a kid’s when it randomly changed colours on every cycled spin.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked, smiling as you spoke.

“Yeah, uh, it sure is,” Sam gave a quick glance to the ferris wheel, then back to you, “it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” 

You turned your head, Sam giving you a look that made you very aware you were not talking about the same thing. The dim glow of dark blues and purples almost appeared to stain his skin, but giving his eyes a bioluminescent glow of sparkling lights. You moved closer, and he slipped his arms around you, keeping you close. 

“Well garsh!” A loud, goofy voice broke the moment, literally making Sam shutter as the two of you turned to see the intruder, “you’re almost tall enough to be air traffic!”

The red nosed, white face, pink haired, big shoed clown was beginning to act like an airplane around Sam, who, rather than his annoyed expression when people made fun of him, had a distressed and anxiety ridden look spreading across his body. 

“And holy wow,” another voice called behind you, “we’ve got matching shoes!”

Leading to a second clown joining his friend in joking with the two of you. Sam tried not to look at them, but also didn’t want to be entirely rude.

“Want a flower?” a third sprung out towards Sam, making him slightly step behind you, closing his eyes as if wishing it was all a bad dream. 

“No, no,” you kindly put a hand up, “I think we’ll be going now, thank you. Sam?” you nodded away from the clowns. 

The trio began faking big crocodile tears and frowning as the two of you left, which was mostly you leading Sam away from his worst nightmares. You passed the stands and booths, making your way back to the entrance, which also served as the exit. Sam now very aware of just how many clowns were at this festival, squeezing your hand and swallowing harshly every time he saw one. Before you knew it, you were safely at the Impala’s side.

Sam stopped you from turning to open the car door, gently tugging you his direction. 

“Wanna talk about it?” You gently asked, leaning against the Impala. 

“I- I don’t know. It’s gonna sound really dumb, but,” Sam stared at the ground, deciding how to word it, “I have an aversion or a disliking, um a fear maybe of clowns.”

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“But that shouldn’t stop us from having a date night, I’m really sorry, let’s go back,” he tried to change the subject. 

“Don’t be sorry, Babe,” you shook your head, knowing Sam had a bad habit of apologising when things weren’t his fault, “I don’t want to go back anyway.”

Sam smiled, only because he felt you were just saying that to make him feel better. It was quiet, aside from the crickets singing in a nearby field. You were studying Sam’s expressions; it was as if he was deciding if he should just “get over it” and take you back or if he should agree with you and just head back to the motel. 

“This is so stupid,” he finally said, still feeling guilty, “I’m too old for this.” 

“Sam, wait,” you grabbed his arm just in time, your touch persuading him to turn back to you, “this isn’t stupid.” 

Sam sighed and stared away from you for a while, “but this is childish. I shouldn’t-” 

“You shouldn’t what? Have a natural, understandable fear? Sam, it’s okay,” You rubbed his arm, smiling while you slipped your hand to be intertwined with his, “it’s not childish. It’s totally normal.”

Sam couldn’t help but scoff a little, “yeah, that’s not what Dean says.”

“Well, I’m not Dean,” you said, immediately drawing his attention to you, beautiful green eyes meeting yours as you looked up, “and since when did you start taking Dean’s psychological analysis serious?”

“Okay, okay, you win,” Sam smirked.. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” you tilted your head to the Impala.

The two of you got in, shutting the doors with a slight creak. You set your purse on the floor board and moved over to the middle of the bench seat. Sam started the car, reversing carefully before pulling off the gravel. Snuggling against him, he put his arm across the back of the seat. 

The night was clear and the stars could easily be seen, as if they were little fireflies. You listened to the soft rock playing quietly and closed your eyes, head resting against Sam. 

“Hey, how about when we get back, we get our own room for tonight?” You proposed, hesitating to look up for a moment. 

“Yeah?” Sam smiled at you. 

“Yeah,” you bit your bottom lip, “maybe I can make your night a little bit better.”

[shaudswrites]

Rain

Everyone knew Jason has some connection to Talia, and Steph thinks she might have finally figured it out.

Stands fine on its own, but part of a much longer fic that can be read right here:

Say what you want about Gotham’s service delivery, and, well everything else too, but she had herself some pretty big mail boxes.

Huge metal things on most corners of the older parts of the city, they were holdovers from the days when people had still sent mail and the thriving metropolis had needed that much space for all of it.

That wasn’t an important fact, not something life changing or even minorly interesting, but it was a part of where it started.

If you were being technical, it really started when Cass and Steph had come upon a shipment at the docks on their obligatory girls night patrol. It had nothing at all to do with the bigger case all of them were caught up in.

Not drugs or kidnappings, just a certain type of alcohol that had some very… interesting effects on some people and was therefore banned in their good city. As with most illegal but not immediately damaging consumables, that only made it more popular and every bar from sleazy to the highest of high ends liked having some of it in stock.

Cass didn’t think much of it, and neither did Steph until she turned up at The Dive the next day to find Jason standing morosely outside of the door, staring at an ‘out of business’ sign crafted out of an old beer crate and fixed to the door with masking tape.

“You’ve killed me.” He said simply, leaning forward to rest his head against the door with a dull thunk that kind of sounded like it hurt, but Jason gave no indication either way.

Before she could ask him exactly what had happened, he was talking again, tilting his head so she could see just one of his teal eyes peeping out from the damp curls that had flopped across his forehead.

“Bats arrested the owner last night, fucker’s too paranoid to give anyone else the key.”

“Oooooh.” Steph clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels. “So no more chili-fries, then? Yikes.”

“ H’s got connections. ’ll be out in like two months.” Jason mumbled into the sign.

“Then why’re you being all grouchy?” Steph took a step forward, wincing as her foot came down in a puddle and the filthy water sunk into her sneakers.

Jason turned around to rest his back against the door and raked a hand through his wet hair as he tilted his head back to look at the clouds that were still dropping rain on everything.

With not a trace of a smile and with his face as serious and blank as she’d ever seen it. “I’ll starve to death before that.” His voice rose a little at the end and a chuckle escaped Steph’s lips before she could smother it behind her hands.

“You think it’s funny?” He asked, mouth agape like she’d done the most offensive thing imaginable. “Do you know how much fuel it takes to maintain all of this?"He waved his hand in a gesture indicating his whole body before slumping against the door and hanging his head, bringing a hand to fist the fabric at his chest. "I’ll waste away without this place, or have to live off…” He flopped a hand in circles near his head as he looked for the words, “cans of spam. Might as well crawl back into my grave now. ”

“Are you done yet?” Steph asked in her Barbara voice, folding he arms across her chest and giving him the most unimpressed look she could muster.

Jason gasped and peered at her through his hair again, and if she was going to focus on anything he was saying, he was going to have to stop ’ doing’ that. “I can’t believe this.” He shook his head, something close to a pout on his lips. “This is all Bruce’s fault.”

“You can’t blame Bruce for me and Cass…”

“I’m blaming him.” Jason cut in.

“Come on Jay, I know this great waffle house.” She wrapped one of her arms around his and tried to tug him out of the alley, but he didn’t even budge.

“Won’t make it to the waffle house, so weak.” He whispered piteously.

“Poor baby.” Steph patted his head, resisting her sudden urge to run her hand though the rain slicked curls, even more so when he leaned into her touch, determined to keep up his act. “I still have Talia’s number; do you want me to call her to bring you a snack?” Steph paused, a thought striking her and drew her hand back. “Wait.”

“So she can shut the place down for good and make me cook for myself?” Jason scoffed. “I really would rather die.”

“That’s why you like her so much.” Steph brought her thumbnail between her teeth and she stared at him, trying to find the words she needed to string together to make sense of it.

“What?” Jason’s face twisted into the look he got whenever she was getting close to something she could tease him about and they both knew it.

“She moms you.” Steph said, a huge grin splitting across her face.

“No.” Jason straightened, up and jabbed a finger sharply in her direction.

“She’s like, totally your mom!”

“Come on; let’s just hit the damned waffled house.” He said, gently pulling her to the end of the alley.

Because Talia practically stalked Jason, and fed him, and brought him birthday gifts that he obviously loved, and scolded him for eating junk food and, 'disproved of his life choices’. Everyone back at the cave was wracking their brains trying to figure out Jason’s connection to Talia. Why she was going through so much trouble for him, what she’d do if she got a hold of him, when really it was just her weird, scary assassiny way of smothering him.

“And you’re her precious little baby.”

Before Steph knew it, she was laughing. Not so much because it was funny, but because she was more relieved than she would have thought she’d be when she figured it out. She still hated Talia, boy did she hate that woman, but it wasn’t something she had to worry about getting Jason hurt anymore, and that lifted a layer of stress from her chest she hadn’t even known she was carrying before.

“Are you done yet?” Jason didn’t share the same sentiments at her revelation, and stood stiffly, frowning at her with his arms crossed.

“No.” She laughed some more. This time because his reaction really ’ was’ funny, and also somewhat adorable.

“You got no clue how messed up that that idea is.” Jason growled out at shifted his eyes somewhere past her.

“Bet she’s where you learned to be all scary.” Steph brought her hands up to make claws in front of her face and deepened her voice. Jason turned something that was maybe a version of the batglare on her until her laughter died down and she managed to straighten up, her hands clasped behind her back as she leaned towards him. “So which part of me are you gonna threaten to send to my mother in a box for this?”

“All of you.” He lunged at her and before she could get out of the way, he’d lifted her off her feet. Cradling her tightly in his arms he carried her to the nearest of the big mailboxes that weren’t even used anymore.

The people that hadn’t – or couldn’t, considering the part of town they were in – taken shelter in the pouring rain paid them no mind beyond a few weird looks, and Stephanie was laughing too hard to put up much of a struggle.

Nothing would have come of it otherwise, but it seemed it just wasn’t their day when a police cruiser approached and it was –surprise of surprises – a cop that actually took his job seriously.

The cruiser slowed down just as she was doing a very good impression of a cat, and Jason the kid trying to push it into a bathtub. Her feet were propped on the edges of the box and he held her with both arms around her midsection, twisting her from side to side trying to get one of those legs inside.

“Keep moving.” Jason said as the cop came to a halt besides him before the cop a chance to do more than open his mouth. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Jason pulled her back and finally managed to get one of her legs into the mailbox when the incredulous expression on the cop’s face almost got another bout of laughter out of her.

“You can’t say that to a real cop.” Steph whispered harshly and more than loud enough for the cop to hear as she kicked her leg, trying to dislodge it from the metal box

“But it doesn’t.” Jason’s voice was so earnest, his eyes so wide with innocence she might have even believed it at one point, if she didn’t know him and he hadn’t twisted her right them to get her other leg into the mailbox.

“My friend’s just being an asshole officer.” Steph tried to give the officer an apologetic look, because it was obvious she was going to have to be the serious one in that situation. She yelped when her shirt rode up just an inch and the cold metal of the box brushed against the small of her back.

“Now when you get in there, check if there’s an old ass letter with a stamp and…”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the young lady.” The cop was stepping out of the car now, gun drawn.

The blank stare Jason gave him was supremely unimpressed and his arms wrapped minutely tighter around Steph’s midsection. He was warm, Steph realized, even soaking wet while she shivered in the rain.

“Yeah, put me down Jay.” Steph said, even as she leaned into his warmth and kinda wished he’d keep him hands where they were.

She knew immediately she’s made a mistake when he grinned, the rain bringing out the color in his eyes and making a mess of his hair made his grin more impish that it would have been otherwise.

“Okay.” He pulled her out of the mailbox and dropped her.

She let out a high-pitched squeaking sound at the cold shock of the puddle she splashed into. Jason smiled at the cop – who looked at both Steph and Jay like he thought they were either drunk or high – and clasped his hands behind his back in mimicry of Steph’s earlier pose.

“She wouldn’t visit her poor old mother.” He said. “I was trying to help.”

The cop rolled his eyes and finally put away his gun. “You kids… just get where you’re going and don’t cause any trouble.”

“Too bad you can’t arrest people for being assholes.” Steph grumbled, and curled up a little at the derisive look the cop sent her.

After a moment of deliberation, Jason bent a little to help her up. She accepted his hand, but tugged harshly just as he was about to pull her up.

His landing besides her in the gutter splashed her with more water as well, but the shock in his face made it worth it.

She chuckled into her fist and he buried his laughter into his hands.

The staff wouldn’t let them into the waffle house, soaked through with both rain and gutter water as they were, and they were forced to find another source of lunch.

Jason did, in fact, survive the journey to the food truck near Gotham U and they ended up in a sheltered awning on her college campus with polystyrene containers of popcorn chicken. She got s few nods from people who knew her, but no one bothered them.

He did jump about three feet into the air when she sneezed though.

“I really hope we don’t get sick.” She sniffled.

Jason scoffed and took a bite of his food. “I don’t 'get’ sick.”