#im back!

It didn't take a genius to see that the teen by Vladimir's side wasn't happy to be here.

"Got my eyes on them," Dick shares from across the room, where he'd grabbed a glass of champagne and mingled around. "Need some help, I'll try talk to the guy. O, know his name already?"

Tim plucked a small dessert from the table, giving a polite smile to the women passing him and frowning. Vladimir Masters wasn't an unusual guest they had, but whenever he did attend, it was alone. He was not married, Tim knew. So where did he get that guy from?

"Got him." Oracle's voice comes through the comm. "Daniel Fenton-Masters. Guess our friend over there got more family than we knew. That's his godson. There is... a lot. To say."

As she trails off, Dick makes his way slowly and steadily over, interest rising as he waves to an elderly man. "What is it?"

"Daniel hates Masters. Or so it seems." Oracle bluntly states, Dick nearly trips. "He was arrested once for keying Masters car, by Masters himself. Bailed him out after a few hours." She seemed more amused than alarmed, which was good.

Despite their talking through the comm, Tim nor Dick took notice of the youngest Wayne in the room stopping in front of the Masters.

"Eyes on Damian." Bruce speaks up for the first time, finally taking a break from the persona it seems.

Much to the short confusion turned alertness, Dick caught onto the youngest Wayne's plan. "He's engaging in a conversation all by himself! I'm so proud!"

With Damian and Daniel talking, Vladimir did not hesitate in leaving his wards side and talking with other guests. Dick still kept an eye on him, remaining close but outside of his path.

"O, tune us in on their conversation?"

With an affirmative hum, the channel switches and their voices become loud and clear.

"How is Delilah? From the letters I received, she seemed to be well."

"Oh, yeah! She's doing great! Don't tell anyone, Damian, but the zoo believes her to be pregnant."

"Pregnancy? Give her my blessings if it is true."

Was that pride in his tone? Dick would weep if he were alone.

The idle conversation switches topics from the apparently endangered monkey species(? Of course Damian would know. He seemed to have been in contact with Daniel previously.)

"Vladimir!" Brucies voice cuts in, startling Damian for a second and having the other birds in the gala swirl their heads toward their father.

As Dick keeps an eye on Bruce and Vladimir, Tim studied the other teen. During Damians startle, invisible to the trained eye, he had looked back with a flick to see. Despite how fast or practised the move was, Daniel followed along seamlessly.

Almost like a Bird.

The talk between the two ended shortly after the one from the adults started, Daniel was on the move after a quick excuse, grabbing a glass of champagne on his path directly towards his guardian.

And yet. The message he'd given Damian to escape repeated itself in his mind.

"Sorry, Damian, I need to save your father, one second. I'll be back soon."

Save Bruce from Vladimir? Why?

One second, he'd just watched Daniel pass him. The next, the boy was apologising repeatedly, over and over again. The glass of champagne empty on the floor, broken and the liquid inside all over Vladimir Masters.

"Masters is angry. Send someone to clean up the mess, please." To that, man in uniform arrived with a broom in his hand and cleaning up the shards of glass in seconds.

"That was clearly intentional. Daniel made sure Masters didn't get to talk with B past formalities. The picture I'm getting keeps getting uglier here, guys."

"Got it, thanks O. I'm joining in now."

Finished my remake!

the narrative/visual cues in this scene from 1x01 are so important to how the show views mel and langdon’s dynamic and i need to talk about it lol

The slugmonster sheets

⚠️ Grammar (Ignore it)

More info about the Slugmonster:

- They’re immortal and live longer than humans. But they’ll die if they get attacked by the other Slugmons, and for the humans… They won't die if humans kill them; unlike other slugmons, their attacks have no effect, and their bodies will regenerate themselves.

- For carnivore Slugmon, they only eat humans and slugmon’s flesh, but some of the others eat normal food sometimes. If they didn't eat flesh for a week their body would automatically explode and never regenerate. They have very strict rules for both carnivores and omnivores.

- They create children by glowing their hands and give them a high five, then the magical baby pops up in front of them. They can still do the normal thing like humans. (I ain't gonna talk more about this)

- They have 3 active supernatural abilities, and one passive ability which is “Vision Barrier”. (Don’t make their abilities too OP)

- If they lost their body parts while they are still alive, they’ll quickly regenerate them.

- Slugmons are very picky about food, which is based on their taste and their weaknesses.

- For herbivore Slugmon, if their role as herbivore and has a green/turquoise highlights then they have an extra ability which is magic heal. But if they overuse it, their body will weaken and vomit up their colorful blood.

New fan, congrats on 1 year!

I'm too shy to send off anon,

but could I please get

Pope, on a roadtrip, fluff,with humor and possessiveness trope-you're so golden ☀️ style

I feel like I just ordered a sandwich off the menu

🤣😂

love your stuff!

Hi new reader! This was a great order! I had so much fun with this!!

if we’re talking body, you got a perfect one so put it on me (talking body by tove lo)

Pope hadn’t even touched the beer he’d ordered, he was too busy watching you. Half enamoured, half territorial, Pope’s eyes never lost sight of you spinning around the dance floor. It wasn’t really a dance floor, just some open space next to the ancient jukebox shoved in the corner of the roadside bar.

After a long day of travel, you’d begged Pope to stop at the roadside bar for some skeptical food and stiff drinks before settling in for the night at the motel down the road. Pope had relented almost instantly, he loved you too much to ever say no to you, and had pulled into the parking lot of the bar without a word of protest.

After two drinks you kicked the jukebox to life and spun around to the old rock classic that spilled from the speakers. You swung your hips and tipped your head back and let the music flow through you. Pope loved watching you like this, so free and unbothered by everyone around you. And you knew you could be so carefree thanks to the watchful eye of your boyfriend who’d make sure you were safe at all times.

Like now, Pope was perched on his barstool, scanning the bar for men who might approach you. Surprisingly, he was interrupted by a woman who approached him, boldly touching his bicep as she batted her eyelashes.

“Hi handsome, can I buy you a drink?”

“I’m not interested.” Pope said, shifting his arm away from the woman’s dancing fingertips.

“Are you sure? I-AH!” The woman yelped in pain as you grabbed a fistful of her hair in a vice and yanked her head back.

“Are you dumb? He said he’s not interested. That means no.” You snarled into the woman’s ear. The woman whimpered, her eyes darting around in a panic as you held her in the spot by her head. You let go and slid in front of her to become a physical barrier between her and Pope. The woman rubbed the back of her head as she used her other arm to hold onto the bar for stability. You leaned back possessively into Pope, his knees already spread to create a spot for you as your back rested against his broad chest.

“If you even look his way again, I’ll break that pretty smile of yours.” You threatened, your tone even and clear. Popes arm snuck around your waist, pinning you to him, which to others might look like Pope was just showing off that you two were a couple but you knew it was his silent way of holding you back. It wasn’t because he wanted to control you, he’d let you beat that woman up if that’s what you wanted, but he was worried about an assault charge.

Thankfully the woman ran off and you smiled triumphantly at her retreat. You spun around in Popes hold, giddy at your successful defending of what was yours, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Popes hand settled low on your back, pulling you closer.

“You’re going to get us in trouble.” Pope said, his eyes locked on your lips, betraying how much he enjoyed how you were just as territorial as him.