#straightfrombrooklyn

   “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to the multiverse... I've met another versions of me, but somehow meeting a different version of one of my friends is... weird.” Leant against her mech, Peni chews a gumball thoughtfully, apparently not at all open to the idea that the infinity multiverse is infinite. It’s confusing, and there’s no way her or any of her inventions could ever process that much information.

That, and she’d greeted this Miles like he was her best friend, which had made for a very confusing first meeting.

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SING FOR ME BITCH

   PAUSE ; A GLANCE AT HIM. SOMETIMES, EVEN SHE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND HIS MILLENNIAL JARGON. Should she be expressing concern for him? Questioning the absurdity of his words? ( both, she decides, && maybe one would yield the right answer. ) “I didn’t know you thought that nuggets were fuckable.” ( OR she could make a joke about it. damnit gwen, what happened to using nice words? ) 

   She bites her bottom lip, holding back a grin, but turning fully to pay closer attention to her partner-in-justice ( && definitely not crime ). “You okay?” He looked injury free at least, but who knows what could have happened to him while her back was turned...

    “  holy god,   since  when  did they  start  letting  little  kids  dress up  in  spandex  and  do  parkour  and shit?   i’m  about to  call  cps.  “   it’s  all spoken around   a  cigarette,    with  a smile  on his  lips  that  indicates  how  tommy   was   all too  amused  by his  own  words.   you  can  imagine  his  frustration,  though :   it was no  one’s business except  his  own  that  he  was  about to  kill  someone. 

    “ anyways though, you mind  giving  us ten minutes,   kid?    grown  ups are talking.  “   and  by  grown  ups,  he  meant  himself  and  the  currently  tied  up  man  on the  floor  with  duct  tape  over his  mouth,   and  by  talking,  he  meant  i’m  about to collect a  fat  paycheck.  

@straightfrombrooklyn “ why are you making hot pockets at 3 am? “ — i hope you dont mind!!

          “Okay, one?  I am an adult.  An adulty adult.  Therefore if I decide I want hot pockets at three in the morning because I’ve been down in the lab for the last-”  He pauses and glances at his watch, having to squint at it harder than usual, considering even his eyes feel tired.  “-Well.  Let’s say I’ve been in the lab longer than you’ve been awake.”

Since yesterday...Ish.  Sometime.

“But if I want hot pockets at the good ol’ witching hour, I will have hot pockets at the witching hour.”  The microwave dings, and he opens the microwave and pauses, as if just now realizing something.  Which he has, coincidentally.  “Two, aren’t you, like, twelve?  Don’t you have a home?  And a bedtime?”

“This is not my ideal situation to make a proper introduction--” Wordy as ever, despite the chaos surround the two, J’onn swung a considerably hefty punch with his back turned from the stranger.

this. is. ADORABLE JYDXJFFVHG

jonn most of the time: :|