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Commissioned by @hawkeyesout-punks of Batman’66′s Bookworm and Lydia. If I were to trust anyone to write these characters it would be Lindsey and Amie ( @theimpossiblescheme). 

She could wait- after all, she had all day. It wasn’t like there was anything or anyone to distract her.

“What on earth is everyone looking at…?”  Still gripping Lydia’s hand under his arm, Catherine ambling a few feet behind and skipping on and off the sidewalk curb, Alexander tried to crane his head over the heads of the crowd.  In doing so, he caught a glimpse of a stooped figure flitting through the shadows in the nearby alley.  So… there was at least one obvious source of trouble afoot.

She gripped Alexander's arm tighter, her attention shooting to the crowd, "I have no idea, but whatever it is must be something big. I mean, if a man who dresses as a bat and a clown fighting in the street is just a normal thing, then this many people..." her voice trailed off, "I don't know, but maybe we should have Catherine walk between us now?" she turned to look back at Catherine and stumbled, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, "Alex? I-I can't see her."

“But you don’t need to lose sleep over me, my dear.  You should keep your husband company.”

Bookworm (2015)

Librarian: the rules don’t say it DOESN’T work that way. Here’s your new library card!

Did my letters not satisfy you? They evoke pleasure and pain in equal measure.

(requested by anonymous)

This style is incredibly nice to draw with…just wanted to unwind because this week has been terribly stressful, and sometimes one would just like wellenore drinking coffee on a fall afternoon. And as simple as the background is, I really liked how it turned out.

“Lydia, my dear, of course I remember you,” Peter beamed,bending over her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it… noticing a ring onher finger with white and blue stones. Well, well, well, how time did fly… it seemed only yesterday she was ascared university student sleeping on his couch and devouring his bookshelves.  “You seem to be doing very well for yourselfthese days!”

Lydia shifted her weight to her other leg, her smile widening, “Would it make up for not inviting you to my wedding if I invite you to my baby shower? You’re the closest to a real dad that I’ve ever had, so I suppose that, if you wanted to be involved in their life at least, this little one would be your grandchild.”

“My dear girl, it would be my honor.”  It felt odd calling her a girl—after all, she was a married woman now, with a child on the way. But Peter could hardly help the sentiment.  In his mind, she might never cease to be the young teenager who talked about monster movies as if they were grand romances and discussed such far-flung dreams, some of which seemed to be coming true now.  Mrs. Muir had found her ghost in flesh and blood now, it would seem.  “Now, I insist that you tell me everything,” Peter added, holding an arm out to escort her. “Everything that I’ve missed these past years—we have quite a lot to catch up on.”

“Arrested?”  Immediately Peter frowned in concern—of all things he had been expecting to hear after seeing Lydia again after so long, that was certainly not it.  “Whatever for?  Of course, I—I could never suspect you of anything too dire… you would never… and I still care for you, you know that… but I do wish you would have told me if you were in trouble.”  This was precisely why he hated falling out of touch with people, particularly his children—God only knew what this poor girl had been tangled up in since the last time they saw each other…

“How did you get out? I feel so caught in the cycle that the end is quite possibly a dream, and nothing more. I almost miss the small breaks I could capture before having to run away again, like some jackrabbit during a hunt.”