#wayne-manor

“Can’t what?” Jason asked, licking cake off the back of his hand. Tim caught it as he lowered it, and pulled, standing to meet him.

“I just can’t say no to you,” Tim smiled against his mouth.

“We’re not about to die this time,” Jason reminded him, putting an arm around his waist.

“Yeah…” Tim nudged his brother’s nose with his own. Reaching behind him, he shoved the cake off the edge of the table where it clattered to the floor. Jason arched a high brow.

“But I can’t stay a Princess forever.”

Cakewalk 

This is my entry for the Earth 91 Art and Illustration contest for Alan 8D 

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I can't even cry, I mean water welded up in one of my eyes but then it wouldn't fall, I'd just sporadically get up and pace because EVERYTHING AROUND ME IS BURNING I mean you posted that song and I actually yelled a sound of some sort because I remember reading Crossroad and just the hole where my heart used to be, this chilly empty cold and I just can't and everything's just, I mean, reading it and pain and the ending is happy but I can't even start to adjust to that yet and everything is STILL BURNING SO COLD and I just. S'cuse me. I'll just be in my corner, hitting my leg over and over because I still can't cry at all.