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Dancin'~

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Whole lotta doodles I got going on. I've been trying to do more but my will to -live- draw comes and goes real bad.

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Grabbing a bite to eat afterwards? Hell yeah.

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Some doodles I've done. The digital ones are on my phone with my finger. Hate that sm LMAO

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Sketched a few places and ideas when I was brainstorming ideas for their story and what not. Idk. ❤️

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A follow up to a question. How did Penelope find out about Jason's death? From the jumbotron in Gotham Square, of course.

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Did he ever look back?

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“That big boy with the skull face”

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Wish I could say the boyfriends get better. They don't.

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It's late!! But happy birthday, Jason Todd

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If ever Jason found out she had a Robin wall dedicated to his stint as Robin...she would throw herself into Gotham Bay headfirst.

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Penelope rustled the sheets, her head swimming and her body tingling with the sensation of absence. For almost a full year she had been living with Jason in that old decrepit warehouse and now that he was gone she found living there alone was...hard. Too hard. She would lay awake at night, the sounds that were once just background noise were now threatening warnings. Every bump in the night or scratch at the window made her skin crawl and her heart race.

The bed felt...empty. There used to be no room, constantly having to press close to Jason or have a limb fall off the edge and dealing with it. Now...now there was just too much room.