❝ we're either overwhelmed, or underwhelmed. why can't we just be whelmed? ❞

❝ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴, 𝙹𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴. i ought to tell your grandmother you're being so reckless. ❞ such things baffled : no matter the scarab and how it preserved him, @bluebeatle could still be hurt. al.fred was NOT amused. no matter that it would be healed, wounds were wounds. he braces a hand upon tender ribs, tsk-ing ( and sounding an awful lot like his grandson - perish the thought ) as he works the bandages. ❝ two broken ribs for your trouble, CONGRATULATIONS. ❞ [ * 𝗦𝗖 : 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. ]

❝ honesty is a pretty good start. ❞ arms cross, head tilted slightly so that the reflection of darkness hides green eyes. her temper is being held at bay. anger and frustration the consequence of the worry and fear @bluebeatle and the team had inflicted. a team that oracle holds trust in. who are supposed to trust in her, too. she is all seeing. an eye on every outcome. figuring out the endgame before it has time to evolve.

" god , i feel that , " she huffs as she crosses the room , plopping down onto the couch next to him . she shifts in her seat , laying down and sprawling her legs over her brother's lap . she makes herself comfortable , before looking at him curiously . " you wanna tell me what's going on so that i can make jokes and make you feel better ? "