#it's been a while but it's something

[augment-techs]

“Why are you helping me?” + LOSH Phantomwolf please!

"That's such...a stupid...question..."

No powers, no ship, no shelter. Just an injured Brin on her back, wrapped up in her cloak like a child in a brace, and Tinya climbing up the side of a mountain in the rain. Her mother would probably say she was, "Being a little too ambitious," but FUCK THAT. “You’re...my friend... We are... teammates... Why wouldn’t...I help you... Oh, grife, my ribs...” Lowering herself so that Brin was anchored up while her face was down near the ground, almost touching a sodden flower that looked so very close to a dandelion, she breathed in and exhaled slowly.  Talking to him now was ridiculous. He had been unconscious for nigh on hours. He couldn’t hear a word she said and talking out into the void of rain and nothing was doing her no good. But she needed to vent. Venting would keep her from following after Brin into the unconscious; a place neither of them needed her to be out in the wilderness, where long-legged beasties were doubtless waiting to pounce from the shadows on something warm with blood. …And now she was internally narrating like the heroin in an off-brand arthouse film of the 20th Century. Inhaling again, she spat the blood that had steadily been accumulating from biting her inner cheek on impact with the side of the mountain, adjusting her grip on obnoxiously thick arms, and groaned on her return to a vertical position. She stiffened a little, the feeling of Brin taking what felt like a painful gulp of air for himself against her neck setting off alarms and bells in her head. There was a crack across the sky, silver lightning hurtling onto the other side of the mountain, the thunder hurting her ears, but probably hurting Brin more. She set off again for the top of the mountain; for the hope of shelter, somewhere dry, somewhere to set Brin down and wrap his wounds a little tighter before showing off how good she was with the outdoor survival techniques she had learned because Superman wouldn’t shut up about it for a week until Brainy made them all go through the motions of learning how to at least start a fire and build a small den out of dead foliage. (It would be awful. It would be gross, and sticky, and she would burn her hand; but Brin would be dry and safe, and there would be something for the rescue party to see in a flame tended to with care.)

[upon-the-snow]

I can’t believe it took me this long to draw her!

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[ceeejus]

break in the case

[3rdsday]

Tommy basically said "the DSMP was good because it was, and still is, loved" and that basically sums up my feelings on the matter too.

[pluvioseprince]

captain mithrun

and a bonus smug mithy

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[polin-erospsyche]

I love the difference between Pen and Colin. She’s loved him for years, silently but unwavering. While he’s just come to the realisation that somewhere along the line he’s fallen completely head over heels for her and he is UNHINGED about it. All I’m saying is Colin wouldn’t last a minute in the asylum where they raised her.

[hychlorions]

weekend at trucy's 🫶

[thapunqueen]

i will never figure out how to draw gannon

[vehicularmanslaater]

i think if ruth or richie were the ones doing the summoning this is what the lords in black wouldve looked like

bonus doodles under the cut

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Actually, the bars aren't so bad anymore.

Think you can fix him? Read about his care instructions over at Tiger Tiger)

[brntmilk]

when your crush kisses you so u cause a 14 car pile up

[gokuisahimbo]

And it felt like meeting the whole world.

Alt version, combined the layers!

[flamingpudding]

Code: GHOST

It all started when a number code flashed across the screen of the Batcomputer while Tim was working on a case.

7 8 15 19 20

Flashed across the screen several times to the point it made Tim think that someone somehow managed to hack into the Batcomputer. It was also a number code he was not familiar with at all. So Tim reported it back over their comms in hopes that maybe one of the others knew what the numbers meant. Because all he managed to figure out from it was that the number code was an alert on the Batcomputer, one that came with coordinates that lead into the middle of nowhere.

Tim was about to join the discussion Dick and Jason were having on it when Bruce silenced them all apruptly speaking up.

"Answer code 2 1 20, sent them to the coordinates attached. I will be in the cave in ETA3 and take over from there."

The sudden silence on their communication line spoke volumes especially when Tim new the numbers was a simply code for Bat. He still did what Bruce asked him to do but that didn't stop the questions running through Tim's mind. He watched on the screen of the Batcomputer how the moment he sent the code in return, Programs started like on autopilot. A map opening that contained nothing at first but then changed into a map of a whole good damn city. Tim could only gap at what was happening on the Batcomputer before Bruce appeared and pulled him away from his seat to take over himself.

Bruce without a beat of delay started to input more codes and apparently access codes too as more and more windows opened on the Batcomputer. Tim did not realise that with time Dick, Cass and Damian had joined him as they watched Bruce work away on the Batcomputer. At some point an audiotrack opened but all they could hear was only static. They thought Bruce was going to run it through one of the noise filtering programs.

But to the shock of them, Bruce suddenly triggered a hidden compartment on the console, causing it to flip over and reveal communication link build in a way non of them had ever seen before. It was silver with green accents and looked far... older and less sleek than any of the ones they used. It was clearly not designed to stay completely hidden if put into your ear.

They watched how he simply put that earpiece on and then replayed the audiotrack.

The batkids shared a look of confusion. Non of them sure what to make of the situation until suddenly Bruce stood up from the Batcomputer.

"Prepare for a rescue mission. Nightwing, Orphan and Robin will come with me, the rest of you will stay in Gotham." Was all the man said before storming of towards the Batplane.

"Bruce what is going on?!" Dick instead of going to prepare asked stoping the man before he could get away from them. "What is the meaning of that code? Aside from the fact that simply translated it means ghost."

Bruce eyed the batkids present for a moment before letting out a grunt. "Ghost is finally ready to join the family."

"Ghost?" Tim echoed confused, never having heard that alias for any of them.

"Father what do you mean, 'join the family'?" Damian chimed in clearly frowning with suspicion.

The man eyed them once more his eyes going over each of his children, it looked like he was contemplating telling them more for a moment before he stood to fully face them and let out a sigh. "Like Clark, I too have clone child."

There was a stunned silence. No one speaking up until Dick did. "How long...?"

"14 years ago"

The silence continued as they all did the mental math. Once more it was Dick who spoke up first, clearly stunned. "You had a clone since I was eleven and now is the first time I hear of that?! You never bothered telling any of us?!"

There was a long suffering sigh. "We got to Danny before he was aged up, he was a normal baby even if created in a laboratory, so it was best for him to grow up normally, with the league we arranged for him to be sent to selected family since I had my hands full with you and-"

"Danny?!" Dick cut in. "His name is Danny? Does he even know about us?"

"Dick." Bruce called out his tone warning. "Of course I kept an eye on Danny's life. And I did made contact with him when the time was appropriated considering some of the things that were happening for the boy as he grew up, however he is not aware that he is a clone and it will stay that way. He will get to know all of you once we finished this rescue mission."

Before Dick or any of the others could say anything more Bruce spoke up firmly again. "Get ready now, we do not have any more time. Anything else will be handled later."