#ww 17

hello?? baby lizzie with a batman toy to play with might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life???

I gotta know who got it for her. Was it Diana in a “you should have positive associations with your future comrades” kind of way? was it a hand-me-down from clark and lois from when jon was little? did tim give it to cassie to give to lizzie with absolutely no information about how he’d acquired knowledge of the baby? did donna temporarily give leadership of the titans back to dick with a very brief explanation and dick was like “HOLD ON ONE SECOND” and ran off to his room and came back with this for her to pass on? did BRUCE send it to Diana? did Jason via Artemis get it for her as a gag gift? or did a different Amazon, whether in a “positive association with fellow warriors” or as like. a running joke amongst the Amazons, like “this Bat Man thinks he is so powerful, and yet our youngest warriors play with him as though he were a toy for their entertainment”?

fauvester said: per prompts: idk if youve ever read Domestic Electronics, but: some poor pet shop worker acquires a rowdy band of cast-off luxury pets (tiny titans) and decides to adopt them. tiny godzilla keeps zapping out the electricity. mothra wont leave the floor lamp alone. rodan just sits on the heating unit and hisses

I haven't read it, but I'm familiar with the concept! I read this prompt before work and wrote the drabble after work so I forgot everything about it except "Domestic Electronics but with kaiju, they keep causing problems" lmao.

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"How did you do that?" Madison asked.

Sitting in a pot, stove burner turned on maximum heat, neck deep in boiling mud, Rodan hissed at her. She was nearly impressed.

Serizawa's pet sitting notes hadn't explained how to deal with this.

"You're going to ruin the pot," she told him. He hissed again. She automatically reached for a pot handle, realized it had been broke off—oh, clever bird—and pulled open the drawer Serizawa kept his potholders in.

They were shredded and half-eaten. What was left had been converted into a nest for a soft, translucent egg. Mothra looked up.

"Congratulations," Madison said. Mothra chirred appreciatively.

Madison carefully closed the drawer, took off her jacket, and wrapped it around one hand.

A shrill SKRII-ANK from the living room caused her to push the pot harder than she meant to, spilling some boiling mud on the counter. "Shit!" She pointed at Rodan—who was peering back at the stove with his tiny wing claws wrapped around the edge of the pot—snapped, "Behave," and ran into the next room.

Godzilla was standing on the back of Serizawa's armchair so he could put his hands on the window. He'd nearly melted a hole through the glass to the pest taunting him from the outside windowsill.

Madison scooped up Godzilla, glowered at the three-headed feral pet outside, and shouted, "Go away! Shoo!" Rodan had escaped a couple of days ago and got into a fight, and this thing had been hanging around ever since.

The feral pet raised its tails indignantly, but took off, flapping high and away. Godzilla snorted, satisfied.

Then the feral pet landed on a utility pole, raised its wings, turned one head toward Madison, and with the other two zapped a power line.

The lights went out.

The kitchen smoke detector went off.

Madison groaned as Godzilla tried to scramble onto her shoulder. Serizawa was never letting her pet sit again.

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Poor girl--she trusts a man more than herself!