#ghost animals

Might go back and render this a bit more eventually, but it's been sitting in my folders for too long

Drawn for a GTA game, with the theme being poems

Hehehehe BOO-bee hehehe

So of course something had to shatter the peace.

Said shattering was done by a glowing teenager falling out of a sudden green portal and smashing into the ground hard enough to make a crater. A large cylindrical object fell alongside the boy bouncing twice before letting out a high picked beeb, followed by a bright light.

And his yard was now filled with glowing green farm animals. Two cows, eight chickens and three sheep. Bruce dared to hope Damian hadn't noticed the animals only to have those hopes dashed when he jumped down into the yard, katana at the ready as he approached the boy.

The glowing teen didn't move from his prone position as his son inspected him. After a second or two, a glowing white ring appeared around his stomach area and split in two, simultaneously traveling up his chest and down his legs until only a normal (non-glowing) teenager remained.

Bruce downed the last half of his coffee as more of his children came down to inspect the scene, Dick watching the black haired teenager and quietly chanting, "Don't have blue eyes, don't have blue eyes" on repeat. Hm. He didn't really have an adoption problem, did he?

No. Not its not that bad.

He stepped out just as Dick squatted down next to Tim and started poking the boy. Damian had already begun gathering the animals and naming them.

What a way to start the day.

"My gift to you. Just remember where you got it. STAN'S!!!" - Stan

"Hey, you can talk! Who'd have known?" - Elaine Marley

*gruiik gruuiiik* - Ghost Pig

"Oh yes sir. I feel so lucky that you happened to capture my ship, then murder me and everyone on board..." - Bob

You’ve been driving north for over two hours since you left Los Angeles, the unrelenting fog you’ve encountered thus far on your journey highly unusual for this time of year. Some time ago you crossed the county line over into Kern, but the endless stretch of Joshua Trees and dry, shrubby landscape that make up the Mojave Desert continues to remain unchanged. Around some middle-of-nowhere crossroad marked Kelso Valley and Jawbone Canyon, you get out to stretch your legs and fill your lungs with the dry desert air, the fog still gathering around you. It’s then something catches your eye out in the gloom of the valley floor— circling a single tall, bizarre yucca plant known locally as Our Lord’s Candle, you spy a white stag. An albino animal? Out here, in this harsh terrain? You look closer, and see the creature radiates a ghostly glow, brighter than the whitest piece of desert quartz currently scattered around your feet. As fast it takes you to blink only once, the phantom creature seems to fade out of view, becoming one with the surrounding haze. You peer into the fog that has so uncharacteristically blanketed the desert valley, but you soon find yourself smiling and shaking your head. It’s been a long drive, you say to yourself, and you’ve still got a long way to go— it’s far too early on the drive to start seeing things.

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