#smallblueboyscout

... Well, if that’s who he believes it to be, he’s about 25 years off and something has gone wrong with the Time Bubble.

It’s OBVIOUSLY not user error.

@smallblueboyscout​​ ♟||  ❝ "HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUAL DAY JERVIS!!" ❞

@smallblueboyscout​ + roy harper

PUNCH-         KICK-

“AAAAGHH-is that all ya got?” There Roy was grinning with blood on his teeth as the goons beat him up while tied up to a chair. He wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of breaking him, no siree. No let it be known that Arsenal wasn’t willing to give them the satisfaction of knowing how bad it hurt.

Tell me what you know and I can make it stop the mob boss said leaning in close to Roy and BLAMO the archer headbutted him and spat blood and bile in his face. “Please continue I normally gotta pay for this much fun.” he taunted but was near passing out from the pain when- a blurr.

“Kid flash?” No wait that was not a blue streak and all of a sudden the goons were groaning in pain and a tiny boy loosened his restraints.

“Uuuuh...did someone lose a kid?” he asked looking around the warehouse.

“What just happen’? Did I just get rescued by a child? Well that’s humiliatin’“ he remarked and stumbled as he was properly beaten.

“Thanks sport. Up high-bad choice” Roy groaned having raised his hand for a high five but his cracked rib made that a bad choice.

“OH. Damn. Boyscout  got a kid? Always the last ta learn shit” Not that he ever hanged out with Superman...not since he was Arrow’s sidekick anyway.

Spooktober starter for @smallblueboyscout​

October is always an awful reminder of his death and his current condition. While people where out there, wearing spooky costumes of witches, vampires, ghosts, zombies and other scary creatures, Yomiel was a true undead, a ghost possessing his own dead body. It was quite an irony. Especially when his own birthday was also considered the day of the dead in some parts of the world. 

While he was walking through the empty streets at night, looking at the spooky decorations some people were already making for Halloween, a tiny meow made him snap out of his thoughts when Sissel curiously approached a boy, the only other human presence there besides his undead owner. 

       An autograph? The request took him off guard. He wasn’t the kind of hero who wanted to be admired by the vast majority. His named appeared in online polls from time-to-time, but hardly anyone knew of him. Not to mention he just started as Red Robin. Who would’ve known his first autograph was for the son of Superman? Sweet!

        He took the pen and paper from Superboy. First, he drew the new insignia before signing throughout it, before adding ‘for the coolest Superboy on the block’, before capping the pen and offering it back. 

        "  I  sense  your  fear.  "

"The fuck is this?" Robin eyed the weapon in Joker's hand. A crowbar. Of course it was a goddamn crowbar. Painted green.

Then he's ushered inside a small room. It's a kid, younger than him. A kid with a Superman shirt. Superman had a kid? How much had he missed while surviving in Joker's hell?

One sidekick takes out the other. The door shuts, locks. Robin is seconds away from panicking.

"Uh. Hi. And-- sorry." Robin hefts the weapon on his shoulder like a baseball bat. "It's-- its nothing personal. Swear."