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@bxtwcman​​ asked  “ no ifs, ands, or buts. “ - 

“When you’re finished banning essential words from the English language,” Donna rolls her eyes, “Do you think we could actually get on with doing what we came here to do?” 

“Go ahead, do it, make my day.”

bxtwcman  ;  crisis on infinite earths starter call ; kate & jason.

“so, how is he? The Bruce from your Earth?“ jason is curious, and they wanted him to stay out of trouble and out of their way. nevermind that they were working with oliver queen’s daughter who was just around his age as well. but sure, a bow and arrow beat bat-technology. said no one ever. but they left him with the other bat in the room. there was a Kate Kane on his universe, not yet Batwoman but he knew her, Bruce’s cousin.         Briefly, he had seen a picture or two in the Wayne Manor. “does he have Robins? or are we one world anomaly?“ even if there is only two at the moment. and he doesn’t plan on giving up his mantle any time soon. eyes look at kane, ignoring if he was bothering her or not. he bothered bruce a lot with his chatty charm. he can handle the bat stare. “Or Bruce doesn’t exist in your world? And you are the Batman of that universe. Batwoman.”

LOSING earth-38 had taken something from kara. something integral. she was dubbed the paragon of hope but it felt like a LIE. truth is, hope is ebbing away from her. perhaps this void in her heart has always been there. perhaps it’s been there since the moment krypton perished. and the more loss she faces the wider it becomes. and now it feels like her heart is in two. 

anger and hatred is swelling inside of her. threatening to snuff out her light. lex is ALIVE. and so many others are DEAD. kara punches one of the metallic walls of the waverider and watches it crumple. behind her are footsteps and when she turns kate kane is standing there.

— Eu costumava ser o Robin, esqueceu? — Tim perguntou enquanto terminava de digitar as informações pertinentes no banco de dados da Liga da Justiça. Sabia que Bruce provavelmente notaria o mínimo rastro que estava deixando, mas não temia tanto assim pela consequência. — Para trabalhar com o Batman, eu tenho que saber esse tipo de coisa. — Mesmo utilizando o codinome de Red Robin, Tim ainda trabalhava com Bruce Wayne quando era necessário. Ultimamente, trabalhava constantemente, como se nunca tivesse abandonado o manto de menino prodígio. — Só que geralmente eu acesso o banco de dados pelo usuário de Bruce, mas eu não quero deixar nenhum rastro. Ou então, deixar o mínimo de rastro possível.

     “  he didn’t tell you where he was going? not even a hint?  “ bruce had been one of her closet friends ----- she had known him since they were children. it’s a shock to know that he seems to be gone with the wind, with no hint or clue on where he might be in sight. no one knew anything, and it made her fear for the worst.

“I can fly it.” She told her, grinning a bit. Her ring was dead but there was a plane and she could get them out.  “I can fly anything and that’s not an exaggeration. I’ll get us out of here. Easily.”