#batcrested

“   Timothy,   ”   cave   walls   reverberate   the   name   in   an   admonishing   tone,   conveying   the   unpleasant   surprise   of   meeting   the   young   detective   on   his   chair   instead   of   the   peaceful   chirping   of   the   nocturnal   creatures   occupying   the   shadows.   Cowl   suspended   aback,   bent   brow   can   be   seen   directed   at   the   other   as   steps   leave   the   car   behind,   halting   at   his   side.   “   Shouldn't   you   be   resting?   For   how   long   have   you   been   awake?   ”   A   FATE'S   SARDONIC,   for   he   fills   the   shoes   of   the   same   inquiry   that   has   been   cast   at   himself   a   manifold.   Yet,   he   hoped   the   sins   of   a   father   were   not   to   be   laid   upon   the   children.

SITTING ALONG THE roof's edge, she watches as dusk fades and the darkening city streets illuminate beneath the dingy glow of streetlights. if this were a typical night, she would don her costume and ready for a night out patrolling the rooftops. maybe even meet Tim and assist with a stakeout.

instead, she remains on the ledge, kicking her feet idly back and forth; in her hand is a small bottle of peach schnapps, which eagerly meets her lips as she tips her head back for another sip. it tastes awful. the peach flavor is far too sweet and does little to ease the burn of the alcohol with each swallow. however, it was all she could find her mother's 'hidden' stash. ( beggers couldn't be choosers. )

as for why she isn't taking to the streets and lurking in the shadows? behind her are the tattered remains of her Spoiler costume—the result of her recent, almost brush with death—and her body refuses to cooperate. multiple injuries still hinder the most basic of movement, and she doesn't have the requisite energy to do anything more than idle on a roof and get drunk by herself.

damian's paintbrush has barely touched canvas as he looks up to the sound of his brother's voice --- to be greeted with a shutter click, a bright flash.

statuesque features peer over his easel, unblinking eyes bore into the fixed point he found on timothy's cheek. he takes this moment to consider: is it truly worth the effort to make this a problem for the both of them?

. . . yes? yes, it is worth the effort.

the boy takes a deep breath through his nose, audibly exhales it in full. he drops his brush, letting the fresh acrylic mix into murky water.

❝ give me the sd card so that i might destroy it myself. ❞ and then within an instant, he is closing the distance between the pair, hands outstretched to snatch the camera from his brother's maniacal hands.

❛  you don’t look so good.  ❜

Ask Meme : Inconceivable! -- @batcrested

“It’s genetic,” Nico slurred automatically. It was something he’d been told multiple times so the response came ready made but the rest of how he was feeling did not. Darkness yawned around the corners of his mind as he threatened to slip unconscious, his mind moving way too slowly as he struggled to pin words together into thoughts and into ideas. This wasn’t the usual tiredness he felt after using his powers, no, this was something completely different.

          " Are you going to put the water back in yourself? "

     “I wouldn’t know where to start,” she murmured, the only sound echoing as sunset being the sea gulls by the pier. It had been another mission, both battered after another mission. The team had chosen to get ice cream to celebrate, mint-chocolate chip practically melting down her hand.  “Maybe I might not ever feel like I truly belong here — but this is more of a home than Azarath had ever been to me.” Here she had friends. In Azarath, there had been no one.

@batcrested​​​ said: "You ready to apologize for the years of subjecting me to your and Babs gross PDA?" Was it partially his fault for always tagging along? Maybe but still it's what little brothers did.