#missing hero

[deckofaces]

White Prison

Tw: whump, angst, sadistic whumper, use of powers to cause pain, manipulation, lady whumpee (though they/them is used), captivity

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It’s not a good day for the missing Hero

The first thing Hero noticed was the light. Oh the light was so bright, it practically impaled their eyes even though they were closed. They opened them, blinking rapidly.

Once adjusted to the light, Hero’s breath hitched in their throat when they found themselves in an empty room. The walls were white, the floor was white, and the somewhat comfortable bed they laid on had white blankets and sheets. It was unsettling.

The room had no windows. There was a door in the far corner and the only thing that broke the white theme had been the camera attached close to the ceiling pointed directly at them, a little red dot blinked slowly at Hero.  

Hero moved to sit up, their whole body ached. They would have to ignore it temporarily, they just need to create a mirror and leave. They would be safe in a few moments- 

They looked down at their wrists and their eyes widened. Metallic pieces of tech clung to their skin, stopping the flow of their abilities. They tried to create a mirror but none would show up. 

Tears welled up in their eyes. “No..” They managed to whisper despite their throat feeling dry and raw. They threw the blanket off of themself in a panic. Maybe, just maybe the door would be unlocked.

They let their feet touch the cold white tile. When they stood up, bearing their full weight, they found they weren’t strong enough to hold themself up. Their legs gave out on Hero and they collapsed to the floor with a yelp, their hands barely caught them. Their head had been centimeters away from being smashed against the ground.

Their head spun to the door, they heard a loud undoing of a latch. Someone was coming in.

Hero shook their head when they saw Villain in front of them. “No.. no please.. please don’t hurt me again,” they begged. The horrible memories of Villain’s powers rushed into their mind. They remember the agony of it, them collapsing to the ground and holding themself in fetal position while they screamed. Villain grinning over them, their team leaving..

Hero snapped back to reality when they noticed Villain crouching in front of them. “Not even a hello, dear? What a shame..” they tutted. “Up with you now, back onto the bed. That was not smart of you to try and stand up, after all, you have been asleep for several days.”

Villain scooped them up, they violently flinched from the touch, but they didn’t react. They just gently laid them back on the bed. “W-what?”

“Your body reacted poorly to my abilities, it completely shut down. I’m surprised you didn’t die, that would have been a waste,” Villain said, smiling warmly at Hero. The warmth of the smile made Hero want to cower away and hide underneath the blankets like a child. Their words seemed so cruel, but yet they smiled?

“Oh..” Hero whispered. They pulled their knees to their chest, wrapping their arms around them. “Why am I here?” They asked hesitantly, they hoped they were allowed to ask that question. They already knew how painful Villain’s powers could be. Hero also wanted to switch the topic, they didn’t want to think about how they almost died. 

Villain grinned. “You practically fell into my hands, how could I pass up the opportunity to have a little hero in my possession? Or a scout that made a..” they paused, as if they were searching for the right word, “costly mistake.”

Hero hugged themself tighter. It was just an accident, it was just a mistake. No accident was worth this much pain. Their team would help them out of this mess, that’s what they had to keep telling themself. Unless they already tried to help them and- “Is.. is anyone else here with me?”

Villain stood next to Hero’s bed, watching them with curiosity. “Are you asking if your team has shown up to find you?”

Hero did not answer, they just stared at their knees. Villain had been right though, that’s what they wanted to know.

Villain must have known that was Hero’s real question because they answered it honestly. It was brutally honest and the tone of their voice suggested that it brought them almost a twisted sort of joy. “There has been no trace of your team around my base. None whatsoever. You are alone Hero. No one has come to find you, they left you.”

They started to tear up again, shaking their head. “They- they didn’t leave me,” Hero stuttered. “Something must have happened..”

Villain grabbed Hero’s chin and turned their head to face them. They used their free hand to wipe away their tears. “Heroes always look so tiny when they don’t have their powers and no one coming to rescue them..” they mused. 

Hero ripped their head away. “They’ll find me, I know they will,” their voice faultered a little at the end. 

“Oh?” Villain questioned, their hand fell to their side. “And how do you think they’ll find you? No one has found my base, and if anyone has.. they are already dead.”

Hero sucked in a breath. Their team was strong, the same fate wouldn’t come to them. And if they couldn’t find them, they would just have to escape themself. “They’ll find me,” Hero said with conviction this time.

Villain chuckled, flashing a malicious grin at Hero. “I would love to see them try~”

Hero shivered, they hated how proud Villain sounded. More than anything Hero wanted to leave, but Villain just seemed to be toying with them about it. They glanced at the door, if Villain was in here with them, it must have been unlocked. Now, if they could get off the bed and sprint past Villain, they could find an exit and be out of there.

Screaming echoed off the walls of the white room. With a tap of Villain’s finger on their arm, their power shot throughout their body. Everything was on fire. It scorched their feet all the way to their head. Hero frantically looked around them, couldn’t even see any fire.

Hero pulled at their hair, “Make it stop! Please! It burns. I’m sorry-! It burns, it burns..” Hero rocked themself back and forth on the bed.

The agony stopped as soon as it started as Villain pulled their hand away. It left Hero gasping and coughing. They were still rocking themself, though now as more of a way to mock comfort. 

“That is what will happen to your friends if they show up, Hero. I saw you contemplating trying to run, you would not have made it far in your weak state, but it was a good demonstration.” They rubbed Hero’s back, they couldn’t even pull away this time. They just got there but they already felt so weak and defeated.

“We will chat some more later about your stay in my base,” Villain added.

Sobs silently wracked through Hero’s tired form. They could only hope help found them soon. They already hated it there. They vaguely heard Villain say something else, but they couldn’t tell what it was at this point.

Villain left the room the way they came in, latching the door to lock it, leaving Hero to cry alone. 

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Tags: @justalittlecorrupted, @onlywhump, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @thelazywitchphotographer (I remember you wanted to see Hero’s pov, so here it is.)

[misscromwellsmonocle]

Hero by Stuart Dunkel (*1952)

[loveariddle]

i finished mha and been brainrotting a bit evidently

[novaneondream]

I love you MHA and I love you Katsuki and Izuku with all my heart. I hope you continue to be heroes and go on many adventures side by side for the rest of your lives.

[gravitysoda]

maybe in another life.

[demigods-posts]

currently obsessed with the idea of everyone viewing percy as a forced to never be messed with. for the sea is unpredictable and does not like to be restrained and all that jazz. except, frank and hazel. who only see him as just a little guy. a soldier left to his own devices out on the streets with nothing to comfort him but a panda pillow pet and a lingering memory of a girl he loves. he's just a little guy you guys.

[somewhereincairparavel]

credits to @aroaceleovaldez for generously revealing the font name i had so much fun w this (the fonts called 'centaur')

[haliaiii]

Juno’s champion

[clawz-loopz]

In every timeline.

[seagreenstardust]

The entire plot of MHA hinges on the question “what makes a hero, a hero?”. There isn’t a single plot point that doesn’t tie directly back to that question. And it’s completely, perfectly bookended by Izuku’s version of the question: “Can I be a hero without a quirk?”

The fact that this question is answered both times by Katsuki, and the answer goes from “quirkless=useless” to “not only CAN you be a hero, you ARE a hero, and I’m gonna personally make sure you get to be for the rest of our lives” IS INSANE

[fantastic-nonsense]

insane how Red Robin is "the loner Tim Drake book" when he had friends and family just popping out of the woodwork like daisies asking him to come home and enjoy hugs like he used to 😭

[deckofaces]

Grim News and Circumstances

Tw: talk of missing teammate, touch of corrupt agency, power suppressing cuffs, implied lying/manipulation

Pov switch but occurs after this post!

The mood that radiated off the trio as they traveled up the pristine elevator in the hero agency up to Supervisor’s office had easily been grim. Fighter stood silently at the corner of the elevator while Teammate watched Leader nervously. Their usually calm and sweet captain appeared as if they just might explode. They paced back and forth within the elevator like they would punch through the metal doors if it did not travel up the skyscraper any faster to the office. 

Teammate also saw the evidence of their typical yellow magic sparking and swirling around their fists. They reached forward to gently grab their hand, “You do not want to-”

Leader instantly ripped their hand away, interrupting them after a deep breath. “Dear, you know I appreciate you trying to help, but absolutely do not use your abilities on me right now.”

Teammate nodded numbly, stepping back to lean against the cool steel wall next to Fighter. “They are inconsolable right now.. best not to test your luck,” Fighter muttered. They had a point, they all were dragged down by emotion. Sadness, anger, and fear for their missing teammate. 

The elevator finally opened with a ding, which had been to Fighter and Teammate’s relief, Leader was a ticking time bomb in that small space. Though they could not relax for long, they had to chase after them as they sent magical blasts at anyone that blocked the path to the office. Fighter cursed as they ran after Leader, Teammate not too far behind.

“Leader!” Fighter shouted after them. “Slow the hell down! We are all fucking upset, but that will land us in the cells!”

Much of the staff had already cleared out of Leader’s way, not wanting to be subjected to their magical attacks. With no sign of calming down or considering what their friend said, Fighter groaned and stomped their foot. A small shockwave erupted under their captain’s feet, they tripped and fell with a huff. Unlike Teammate, they were willing to use their powers so they would not end up doing something stupid.

When the two finally caught up, Teammate offered their hand to help them up. Leader sighed and accepted, standing, wiping their pants even if the floor always seemed squeaky clean. 

“You have to calm down. You know better than anyone that they will never listen to us if you go in fucking guns blazing,” Fighter whispered harshly to them. 

Leader took a few deep breaths as they thought about their words. Their walk down to Supervisor’s office slowed and they no longer attacked the staff minding their own business. Though anxiety had been written all over their face. “I couldn’t help it, I am worried about them. They were my responsibility to keep safe. Our team sticks together and they lied and-“

Teammate gently rubbed their back. “Save it for our fucking superiors. They are the ones that need to hear this shit,” Fighter muttered. 

The trio continued to make their way to the office. Leader was about to knock on the oak door when it suddenly opened, causing their eyes to widen in surprise. Instead of Supervisor standing there, it had been an officer carrying three sets of power suppressing cuffs, however a familiar honeyed voice could be heard behind the figure. 

“I do hope you will not be using your powers here. You three, especially Leader, have caused quite the disruption. No matter your answer or reason, the cuffs are precautionary.” 

Tags: @onlywhump, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @thelocalnemesis, @thelazywitchphotographer

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[varchaiiart]

not every page is analysis

[totally-here]

3 times Phantom's Guardian was Mentioned + 1 Time He Showed Up

One

Phantom’s introduction to Young Justice wasn’t as dramatic as Empress’ or Slobo’s, or even Arrowette’s first introduction to the cave. No, it wasn’t during the Olympics, or on a battlefield, and he didn’t come in injured and looking for help. 

Impulse just brought Phantom in one day and insisted that he should join because he’s their age, interested in justice, and now that Greta’s human again they need another ghost member. So Phantom stayed, popping in and out for missions but never really sticking around all that long. 

Today is one of the days that Phantom’s with them on a mission, that being looking around a lab of the Brain’s that had an energy surge recently, despite it being presumably abandoned. 

Kon got paired up with Phantom to check the rest out first, since they both have better hearing than Anita and Tim, who were both still in the main room working on checking the computers for previous activity. 

The room is dark except for the light green ball glowing slightly above Phantom’s hand. He waves it around enough for it to reflect off of glass, then throws it up to the ceiling. The light expands enough to illuminate the room. 

Phantom mumbles about not knowing he could do that. Kon ignores him and moves closer to inspect the glass tubes to the side of several monitors set up. 

“Looks like cloning equipment,” Phantom says, casually. He drags a finger through the dust gathering on one of the monitors. “Don’t think they’ve been activated recently, though, so that’s good.”

“What? You got a problem with clones or something?” It’s a quick and defensive answer, and Phantom puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Not in concept.” He shrugs and joins Kon near the tubes. “But not a lot of people ask before making clones.”

“So I don’t need to sic Superman on you?” Obviously Kon could chew Phantom out himself, but few can do a “not mad, just disappointed” face better than Clark. 

Phantom scrunches his face. “Why would you need to?” 

Kon stops pretending to inspect the tube and stares at Phantom. “You do know I’m a clone, right?” The blank look on Phantom’s face tells him that no, he did not. “Well I am. Clone of Superman, though we’re pretty much brothers now.”

“Cool,” Phantom says, not a bit less friendly. He hesitates for a second before continuing, “Could I maybe ask you how you got there? Me and my clone have landed on cousins, but that was also, like, given to us by her evil dad. So.”

Phantom trails off. Huh, that makes three members of the team that have been cloned. Not a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened three times. 

“You’re making sure she feels accepted, right?” 

“Yeah! Well, whenever she’s around. She,” Phantom waves his hand around, looking for the right word, “She’s a wanderer. Exploring the world and stuff. But Richard has a room for her at home, and I remind her of that whenever she does stop by.” 

“Well, first of all, don’t push it so hard,” Kon says. Phantom nods enthusiastically. “And second, who’s Richard?”

Kon doesn’t know a lot of Richards, and he doesn’t think that Phantom ever mentioned one before. Or even if he remembers his living life. 

“Oh, he’s my, uh, guardian? I guess that’s the best term. The guy I’m living with who forces me to go to school sometimes.” Phantom looks away and back to the tubes. 

Before Kon can ask for more details, Robin and Empress come in with a report of dead computers and wanting to know where they’re at with the cloning room.

They’re unimpressed with their lack of progress.

Two

Wally doesn’t really need to come by the Hamilton Lodge that often, not when that’s Young Justice’s territory and he doesn’t want to get involved in all of That.

But Red Tornado said that the team has a file on a planet that’s very quickly becoming a league problem, and he figured it might be a good time to try to check in with Bart, anyway. Make sure he hasn’t run any cars off cliffs again and all that. 

So he stops by Manchester to ask Bart about the file, then they both head East to actually find it. 

When they arrive at the hotel minutes later, Wally’s surprised to actually find it… clean? There’s no visible trash or overturned furniture or anything else he’d expect from an abandoned hotel filled with teenagers. Well, maybe not filled, lately. He doesn’t think anyone’s living here currently, with Greta at Elias’ for the school year and Slobo gone. 

Still, the room smells slightly of artificial pine scent, and Bart perks up before disappearing and reappearing rapidly, holding a teammate up by his armpits. Said teammate just accepts this, his legs folding into a wispy tail, and head rolling against his shoulders. 

“This is Phantom!” Bart holds him up higher. Phantom waves. Wally’s only heard of him through Max’s updates, the same way he would hear about Preston or Carol, but with more wariness about the supposed ghost. 

Actually looking at the pale face and glowing green eyes contrasting against the darker than dark jumpsuit, Wally’s a little more ready to accept his claim at being undead. 

“He stress cleans,” Bart explains, moving to carry Phantom under his arm. Wally bites down the urge to tell him to put him down, but only because Phantom doesn’t resist the hold, only moving to get into a more comfortable position. His hands are touching the floor. “So what happened?” 

Bart directs the question downwards, and Phantom heaves a very dramatic sigh. Definitely a teenager. It does raise the question of who exactly this kid’s mentor is. Hopefully he does have one. Maybe he’s the Spectre’s kid?

Phantom phases through the arm holding him only to lay on top of Bart’s hair. “I accidentally called Richard dad. And then fled.” 

Bart nods sagely. “Classic. One time I accidentally called Max dad, so I had to start a fire to distract him.”

Phantom sighs again, almost dreamily. “Genius.” 

Wally doesn’t have time to unpack all of that. Well he does, but he’s not going to, because there’s really only one Richard that comes to mind that might have the heart to take in a dead kid, even if he doesn’t go by his full name.

But surely Dick would have told him, or any other Titan, if he had adopted a kid. Right?

But there’s still a little shadow of doubt. Maybe Dick wanted it to be a secret, or it was really new or had a rocky start. Phantom doesn’t seem to hold himself like a Bat, but it’s not a guarantee Dick would have trained him. 

“The lodge looks nice,” Wally offers out loud, which Phantom shrugs at and wraps his tail around Bart’s head to keep secure. “Anyway, Impulse. The file on Myrg?” 

“Oh yeah!” Again, Bart disappears then reappears a few seconds later with a paper file. They really need to start digitizing more of these things. “That’s the planet where we played baseball so that they wouldn’t destroy Earth!” 

“You what.” 

The prospect of Dick following in his dad’s footsteps is forgotten in the face of what the hell Young Justice got up to on Myrg. 

Three

Tim may be in a…Predicament. 

It’s not his fault. Really. He knew what he was doing. He couldn’t let a civilian fall for the trap. But they were already so close, so he just, kinda, pushed himself into the rope instead. 

So there Robin is, tied upside down in a warehouse, with the Joker below next to an overly complicated control panel. The clown’s rambling about bombs hidden all over the city that Tim knows Batman is already tracking down with Batgirl. 

Tim’s not really paying attention to the rant because of that, more focused on wiggling enough to get the spare mini-birdarang out of his glove to cut the rope without notifying the Joker. 

“Yikes, bad time?” Asks Phantom’s voice beside him. Based on the source and accounting for the slight echo, he’s floating with his head near Tim’s, likely upside down. “Want some help?” 

Tim gets the birdarang out and starts sawing at the thick rope. They should be fine anyway, but stalling the Joker for extra time would be helpful. “Can you possess the Joker? Just hold him still.”

“The correct term is overshadow, but sure.” The voice disappears, and a few seconds later the Joker freezes. 

His body jerks forward, then backward, and a laugh chokes out of his throat. His hand claws over his mouth at the noise and he hunches over. All movement halts before he rights himself, shaking out his hands and rolling his shoulders. Phantom looks up at Tim and his eyes are glowing. 

Tim cuts through the rope, kicking and using the momentum to right himself and land on his feet. He brushes past Phantom in Joker’s body to handle the control panel. He turns off the radio broadcast and dismantles the bomb strapped to the panel.

Threat handled, he turns to Phantom and holds up some handcuffs. “Let me arrest you?”

Phantom obliges, turning the Joker’s body around and putting his hands behind his back. Tim lets him walk by himself out of the warehouse and moves the handcuffs around a lamppost. The Joker’s body jerks again, then slumps forward, just as Phantom reappears next to him, scowling down at the unconscious body. 

“That felt really slimy. Zero out of ten, would not do again,” Phantom grouches. 

“Why’re you in Gotham?” Tim asks. It’s not like Phantom makes a habit of visiting. The last time he came into the city, he complained about feeling the dead under the streets. Fortunately, that let Tim uncover a few tunnels that Talons travel through. Phantom, however, was unnerved by the Talons and left quickly. 

“Oh, Solomon Grundy’s back in our sewers. Richard said I should probably tell one of you Gotham heroes, since you keep track of those guys.” He shakes out his hands like they were cramped in the Joker. 

They hadn’t seen Grundy in a while. Tim assumed he was currently in a less violent personality. “What’s he doing?” 

Phantom shrugs. “Just chilling. Mostly underground. I tried to talk to him but he only grunted back at me. He also tried to pick me up, dunno what that was about.”

“Maybe because you’re both dead?” Tim guessed. That would be a surface level connection. Ivy and Woodrue have had more luck working with Grundy than anyone, and Phantom definitely doesn’t have the connection to the Green that’d help with that. 

Police lights turn around the corner, and Tim shoots a grapple to get to the roof above them. Phantom follows, but disappears as soon as they’re on the roof. Going back home, probably. 

Cass drops down from the roof she was listening on. “Richard?”

“Not the same one.”

They both stick around long enough to watch the Joker get put into the cop car. 

Plus one

A spaceship landed in the forests of New York, and Cassie’s team was the first to respond to it. Technically not respond, but check it out, since there wasn’t any alert or anything. 

Still, Wonder Girl has Empress, Robin, and Superboy on the other side of the ship, watching what looks like the back door, while she, Impulse, and Phantom watch the other door and main window. She has binoculars, but the windows are so tinted she can’t quite make anything out. 

No aliens have come out yet, and she hesitates to have anyone go in, in case whoever inside does turn hostile. 

Impulse has offered to run through a total of five times already, and it’s a testament to his restraint that he hasn’t, and a testament to Cassie’s that she hasn’t yelled at him yet. Phantom at least isn’t being annoying, but he’s not necessarily helpful, either. He’s not even watching the spaceship anymore. Now he’s trying to make a flower crown out of dandelions. 

“Door’s opening on our side,” Robin says from the comms. “But no one’s coming out.” 

“Alright, good enough to try to get in,” Cassie decides. She turns to Phantom, who’s closing off the circle of flowers. Beside him, Impulse has since pulled out a gameboy. “Phantom, go in invisibly through the open door and report back. Try to see what their plans are.” 

“Oh, sure. One second.” Phantom finishes the crown and tries to put it on Bart’s head. It doesn’t quite fit over his mane of hair, but Phantom shrugs and leaves it sitting there anyway before going invisible. 

“Maybe I should shave my head again,” Bart says as his game character dies. 

He gets a resounding no in response. 

Half an hour later they have a very annoyed Green Lantern lecturing them about league jurisdiction and knowing when to call someone else. 

Apparently, the alien ship was just stopping to complete some maintenance, and did not appreciate any spying on them, and especially did not appreciate who did it. Green Lantern was more than happy to explain that Wonder Girl’s team is not really a part of the Justice League and he can help with their maintenance. They denied his help and left to find a place with less people in it. 

“-and you!” Green Lantern rounds on Phantom next, but Cassie knows none of them are really listening. Sure, they messed up by freaking out the visiting aliens, and yeah maybe they should have contacted the league about it, but they’ve dealt with stuff worse than this! It’s not Cassie’s fault she thought that this would have stuck to the formula. 

“Who even are you?” Green Lantern runs a hand through his black hair, stupid green gauntlets shining in the sunlight. “Do I need to call your mentor?” He frowns. “Or do they know you mess up alien technology by just being around it?” 

Phantom scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How was I supposed to know their tech would go all fuzzy when I came in?” 

“You wouldn’t have to know if you just stayed out of the spaceship!” 

“Hey!” Cassie cuts in. “Technically that was my call. It’s not all on Phantom.”

“I still could've been more careful,” Phantom says to her, ignoring Green Lantern as they argue about blame. 

“Cut it out for a second, okay?” Green Lantern puts a hand between them and they stop to glare at him. He pulls the hand back. “Look, can I just talk to one of your adults about this?” 

Robin glares. “We don’t need an adult. We have this under control.”

“Only because I’m here now.” 

“I’ll call my mentor,” Phantom says. Kon opens his mouth, most likely to offer to call Superman instead in hopes of a lighter sentence, but Bart covers his mouth, smiling like he knows something Cassie doesn’t. Tim and Anita share a look, and don’t intervene as Phantom pulls out a phone from his chest. 

It rings once before it’s picked up. Cassie can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Kon’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Hey, do you think you can pick me up? Green Lantern wants to talk to you.” Phantom looks Green Lantern up and down then says, “No, this one doesn’t have a cape.”

Phantom says goodbye after rattling off their coordinates, hangs up, and stares at Green Lantern in silence for a few seconds. 

And then a swirling mass of black seeps into the space next to Phantom. The end of a cane steps out of it, followed by a leg, then the rest of the immaculately dressed man holding the handle of the cane that’s shaped like a bird’s head. 

“Phantom,” The man says. His voice drips with condescension in only a way a british accent can, yet Phantom smiles up at him. The shadowy portal behind him disappears. “What, exactly, happened?”

“That’s the fucking Shade,” Anita hisses to Robin, who shrugs noncommittedly at her. Green Lantern seems to recognise him too, taking a step back and clenching his hand that holds his ring. 

“Well, the team and I were staking out this spaceship–super cool, by the way–and I went inside to check it out, but my presence messed with their tech–which was an accident–and they freaked out, so I freaked out, and then we kinda got into a little fight until Green Lantern came to mediate.”

“Hm. Is that right?” The Shade asks Green Lantern, who nods slowly, still anticipating an attack. “It seems like the problem’s fixed, then.”

“Well, yes, but–”

“And it does seem about time for these kids to get home, doesn't it?” The Shade pulls out an actual pocket watch, chain and all, from his suit pocket and takes his time in checking it. “I’ll see them home.” 

Shadows grow from behind the team, swirling until they become a giant, gaping maw that swallows them up and spits them out in a different forest, or maybe just a different part of the same forest. 

Either way, Cassie has to take a moment to make sure she doesn’t throw up from the sudden vertigo the shadow portal caused. 

The Shade looks at Phantom, and raises an eyebrow. “You can’t expect me to always bail you out.” 

Phantom shrugs, looking guilty. “I know. Thanks, Richard.”

Oh, so that’s who Richard is. Annoyingly, neither Tim or Bart look surprised by this revelation.

[sockiepuppetry]

I played that one fix it Felix game and now I understand the fandom headcanons about Felix being afraid of ducks bro. They've killed him more than Ralph has!

Also love the fact that Felix canonically has an eight-pack according to the Ralph breaks the internet art book. He was able to lift up Tamora with one arm (+his own body weight and her armor ) He is Strong!

[sandushengshou]

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