#shes the only other one who looked at Scarecrow fearlessly

[eyepatchdate]

something something, barbara is actually the like. main next gen hero of the arkhamverse because shes the only one who voices to batman that shes continuing the crusade etc etc

[shkura2011]

The backstory of the dragon

Side note: This is based on the song Heilung - Krigsgaldr

The villagers found a small egg wrapped in bloody rags, but they had never seen such eggs and thought it was some kind of mythical beast. They took it to the local druids in the grove and they took care of it. Time passed, and the egg hatched, showing everyone a brass dragonborn with slightly atypical legs. The druids were a little surprised by this, but they considered it a sign from their spirits. A couple of years later, the girl grew quite large even for her age, but this did not bother them - nature gifted her with excellent vitality and under their guidance, her connection with nature grew stronger every day. At some point, she even began to understand the language of animals, which pleased her mentors.

One day, the local villagers were organizing a fertility festival. The druids were invited as the main guardians of nature and brought the girl to see it. She enjoyed the environment where she could meet new children, although they were afraid of her race at first. Gradually, they became interested in her when they saw her talking to animals, and the children's curiosity overcame their fear. She liked to play with them, and the druids were pleased with her fearlessness in front of new people.

The festival continued: people exchanged flowers, scattered grains on the prepared land and prayed to the gods for a harvest. The druids appreciated this and turned to their spirits to help the seeds sprout this year and bring a harvest to this settlement. They also helped the local animals during the festival, talking to them and passing on all the words of the animals to their owners, for which the villagers were grateful.

Time passed, it began to get dark, but the festival continued and only became more active. People lit fires and fearlessly jumped over them, which surprised the girl very much. She thought that people were not so brave: why would they do such a thing if they could get burned? The druids explained to her that it was for luck, but did not allow her to join the jumpers. The girl was offended that she was not allowed to become happy too, but the druids offered her another option - to weave wreaths from flowers that she would grow and this would be her symbol of luck if she managed to do it with magic. She cheered up and tried, which, to her surprise, she succeeded. She grew a clearing of wild flowers for a couple of minutes, the villagers helped her weave a wreath and even gave her colorful ribbons that she attached to it. Putting a wreath with fluttering ribbons on her head, she thought that now she did not stand out among them - now she also had "hair", and it was even brighter than that of the other children. Thus, she caused a competition among the children who could get more summers for wreaths from the adults, which they were busy with for most of the evening.

Later came the time of the villagers' rituals and chants. They brought decorated scarecrows with animal skulls on them, which protected people like the spirits of the forest from evil spirits and pests. Having placed them around, the villagers began to play a melody on bones, drums, tambourines and used a horn for background. Soon they began to sing their intricate songs. The girl joined them a little tiredly and listened to new songs that she had never heard before. She asked the druids what the people were singing about and what kind of language it was, but the druids only shook their heads, wondering why she did not understand the words - the songs were in a common language that everyone spoke all the time. She was also surprised and came closer to the villagers, thinking that maybe she just did not hear the words of the songs because of the music. Coming closer, she noticed that some strange sounds joined the music. Bright notes that she had not heard from the druids, but heard from time to time from the villagers when they were working at the brazier. Looking around, she could not find the source of these sounds, and the chanting continued near the fire. Even when she got closer to the singing villagers, she could not understand what they were singing about.

The new sound became clearer and louder in her head. Turning around once more, she glanced at the skulls of the animals and heard from them a quiet, piercing whisper that she understood. The voice grew louder and louder and eclipsed the music of the villagers, leaving only the clanking sound and the words in her head. She froze, looking at the horse's skull, decorated with ribbons, flowers and white cloth, as if it was talking to her. To her and to no one else.

What am I supposed to do If I want to talk about peace and understanding But you only understand the language of the sword?

-What are you whispering about? Is that why I don't understand the song? How can I understand all the words? I want to understand the song and I want to sing along with the villagers.

So my tongue shall become iron and my words the mighty ｒｏａｒ ｏｆ ｗａｒ Revealing ｍｙ ｄｉｖｉｎｅ ａｎｇｅｒ'ｓ ａｒｒｏｗ ｓｈａｌｌ ｓｔｒｉｋｅ

——-Are you angry because I don't understand? Then teach me this language, and I'll sing you this song myself. You'll see, my voice will make you feel better!

𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼��� 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷

—————Are you celebrating too? You'll be welcome here, and I'll be able to tell everyone what you're saying.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔱 αη∂ ωαηтѕ тσ нανє α нυη∂яє∂ ѕιѕтєяѕ ιη тнє ¢σℓ∂єѕт ѕтαтє σƒ тнєιя єχιѕтєη¢є тнєу мαу ∂αη¢є тнє мα∂∂єѕт ιη тнє мσяαѕѕ σƒ тнє яє∂ яαιη

—--——-----—— Teach me and we will dance together!----------——--

ᏰᏋᏝᎧᏉᏋᎴ ᏰᏒᎧ𐐆ᏂᏋᏒ ᏋᏁᏋᎷᎩ, Ꭵ ᏕᎥᏁᎶ ᎷᎩ ᏕᏇᎧᏒᎴ ᏕᎧᏁᎶ ᖴᎧᏒ ᎩᎧᏬ

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