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Under the Wide and Starry Sky by FaiKazahaya (my first fic to the Nightingale series on AO3)

DANYAL AL GHUL-WAYNE August 9, 20XX – October 30, 20XX Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. – Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Danny: I beg your pardon?

Tim: I know you feed on emotions. You're an ecto-being, known as Phantom, and you're hiding in Gotham from the government. Your real name is Daniel Fenton.

Danny defeated: Who are you working for? How did they find me?

Tim: Don't worry about that. I'm the only one who knows. Listen, I need your emotional eating abilities. Robin died a few weeks ago, and Batman is losing it. Could you eat his sorrow? Help cut through his fog of grief?

Danny: I- ugh I never tried that?

Tim: Well, now is a good chance to try. Pack your bags, you're moving into Drake Manor as my uncle, and we're going to save Batman.

Danny: Okay?

Tim: You seemed confused. Do I need to explain the plan again?

Danny: I'm not confused. I didn't expect this when I opened the door to a seven-year-old.

Tim: I'm thirteen.

Danny: I'm so sorry. Are you not being feed?

Tim: Everyone blooms at their own time!

Danny: Sure, buddy.

Tim: You-! You will actually do really well at posing as an annoying uncle. You're on thin ice, though. So watch it.

Danny: I'll take that threat more seriously when you can reach my chin.

show me your teeth.

-pls do note this is inspired by @bfbkg 's headcanon. it was great teeth practice, it’s not rlly done but whateverrrrr

Please do not repost/post elsewhere.

I think this ship (spaceship) is really funny

"Enjoy it all while you still can. You only get one try. Don't look back one day and regret how you did it."

Badger cereal fic art for the Graveyards series

“Sneaker and ankle drawing techniques”

What then?

What then, western man???

Dick: uh, hey, baby bat, where ya off to?

Damian: I am attending an execution

Tim, looking up from his laptop for the first time in 6 hours: what

Steph: in civvies? I get not going as robin but at least wear your assassin gear

Tim: THATS WHAT WE’RE WORRIED ABOUT?

Steph: well yeah that stuffs meant to get blood on it

Damian: it is not the execution of anything that would bleed.

Dick: explain that

Damian, sighing with all the annoyance he can muster at his curious siblings: Do you recall my partner in the school project?

Duke: uh, you mean Danny? The teen dad transfer who you said set up a Prince and Princess Club with the kids in his apartment building, and hosts tea parties where he gives them political problems about unicorns and mermaids to discuss over scones?

Damian: yes. This Thursday the issue was a stuffed giraffe who brought tribute to the council, but the tribute snacks contained nuts. Danny tells me it was originally an attempt to make them refuse the snacks as a group, as the stuffed giraffe knowingly snubbed some of their members. But then it was pointed out that if the allergic children ate the snacks, there would be great medical risk, and the scenario escalated to an assassination attempt.

Dick: …so they’re executing the stuffed giraffe.

Damian: yes. It is good to see the young trained early. Now if you will excuse me, I promised to be there. It is my duty as one trained with the sword to ensure Lord Longneck is dispatched properly for his attempts on Princess Bridget of apartment 114 and Prince Hunter of the top floor’s lives. Good day.

Tim: what the fuck