and so is the talon. he chooses to stay close even when he can see in the dim light just fine. better than most, even. "the kettle," he hums and nods, filling up the kettle with water. this is easy, like following an order from—no. Wally is 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. —

sighs.

// i switched here and got sleepy

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ 𝓒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝓗𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐞. ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ “𝘐𝘧 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥... 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺... 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺.”

// THAT NOTIF MADE ME JUMP FROM MY SEAT

it doesn't take a lot for him to be happy—he has been getting better at recognizing positive emotions lately—even now, without the pancakes and with Wally's hand in his, he's already content. if he was a bird, he'd probably be chirping away happily. —

sometimes he can't guess what Wally intends to do. and, more often than not, he thinks Wally does a little more than he deserves. it's too much, but, strangely enough, it never feels suffocating. he'll never admit that he likes it when Wally is paying attention to him. —

the season has changed. hm.

he wanted to thank Wally anyway. it was the least he could do. and he would love nothing more than to stay close to him, even when he knew what the speedster was capable of. "i'll watch," he said. maybe if he watched enough, one day he could surprise Wally with pancakes for breakfast.

You'll be warm again.

"thank you," his voice was quiet, almost shy. "can i help with anything?" Wally did a lot for him and the least that he could do was offer help to make breakfast.

routine. having one sounds good. he only hums and nods in understanding as he listens. "something warm," he requests.

spooky❥ Credit your art or dont post it 🫶 If I see one more seductive sunday post and so on without credit I'm going to lose my marbles 🫶 I block art reposters without hesitation 🫶

his lips twitched into an involuntary smile. if Wally said it was okay, then he'd believe it was okay too. "monday is pancake day?" he tilted his head, "i'd like some."

of course that'd scare Wally. he should have climbed down first. "sorry," he said, grimacing. "couldn't sleep. but i'm okay. are you ... ?"

watching. perched on the top of the high bunk bed. "already?"

// PACK IT UP, ROYNELOPE

// deeeeeep breaths

holding a cup of hot tea in his hands. it feels pleasant.

red. drip. drip. drip. down his knuckles to the concrete below. not his. never his. he was always good at evading. his movement lacked grace, but still agile. precise. the other person was only half-dead for the crime he didn't have the chance to commit.

// holy inconsistency with this one, batman

"it's getting colder..."

// that "clean my bellaaayyy" audio is stuck in my head

"oh. if i am bird man... are you a little bird?"

a wedding...

alright... i will be there.

oh... when is it?

"i... am your friend? i am?"

... yes. i will keep denying.

... not cute.

"it's getting late though?"

Will you be warm again?

Miss Theseus... it's Gray.

"hello... alone again?"

"thank... you?"

appears.

// where was that one The Titans issue where Dick was on his room calling his brother

Tim. 𝘛𝘪𝘮. that was his name. he said it so often. there was a time he couldn't remember not having him by his side. there was a time, when he was away, he would hold a phone next to his ear as he listened to the familiar voice telling him about nothing and everything. —

// i wanna... wanna write...

i could love you violently , if i let myself

... a cat.

he managed to scare people off in the daylight. he wasn't proud of it.

"like sunglasses," he nodded. maybe he should get sunglasses instead.

"can't see if it's too bright," he told the boy in a quiet murmur, "the goggles help."

"thank you," slowly, he blinked his eyes open when his goggles were on again. bright yellow met green. those eyebrows are familiar.

that was true. although it was unlikely in the middle of the day, this was gotham. "yes, you should be," he agreed, sounding solemn, yet soft. he knew this boy. he couldn't quite piece together the bits and pieces, but he did. —

he sat down next to the boy, finding himself unable to say no. he squeezed his eyes shut and took the goggles off, offering it on his palm. "put it back on me. when you're done."

// i'd like to think all the stuff that he went through wrecked his speech pattern just a tiny bit