——𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋𝙀𝙍—— An independent portrayal of Lian Nguyen-Harper from Detective Comics written by SUNDER.

“The symbol represents fear - and hope.”

((Dusting off this account... Doing my replies tomorrow (trust).

“Stand back, or be gone with the wind.” Skylar ‘Aphelion’ Lantz. Engineer, mechanic, and wind-riding superhero. ♡/↺

Mama bear? Okay, furry!

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 A minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship.

[Snot-nosed grin.] Thank you!

I think I have tubu- tub- tubuclo- tubuclosus-

Not a cop. That was...better. But, he sure talked like one. All this business about noticing new things and information and- 𝘌𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭? "I'm not going 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦," he insisted, backing away some more. Body tensing, preparing to make a break for it at the slightest

[Innocent blinking. Chewing on a donut he might or might not have stolen. Loud belch.]

"Ah. A cop." Not Jason's favorite kind of people, that was for sure. Besides, the outfit was- "You're dressed up a little weirdly, though. Even for a cop. If you're undercover, try normal clothes next time." 𝘈𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. "I'm not moving an inch from this place. I don't go anywhere

"A case..." 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 '𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴'. Jason didn't particularly want to, but a person who declared his wants openly was far less dangerous than one that pretended to be friendly for the sake of being friendly. Besides...the money wasn't going to hurt him.

Man, ew. Who's this new guy? Dirty.

Lips contorting. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦. 𝘋-𝘐-𝘚-𝘛-𝘈-𝘚-𝘛-𝘌. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗-𝘙-𝘈-𝘘- 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. "None of ya bizness!" He returned. "I can do whatever I want. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 I'm waiting for the po-po!" He wasn't. But it was a nice threat to use. Worked all the time.

Soft blue eyes gazing back...sharpening by the second. A small shuffle on the ground. 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. "No," he retorted. "Don't talk to me. Your costume's stupid."

((Idk what Dee's talking about. I don't write angst. Only love.

"Okay, Mr. Nightwing!!" "...but where are your wings?"

"Okay! Great! Mr. Repair Man!"

"I dunno my dad. Mama's sick." "Do 𝘺𝘰𝘶 know how to fix waterpipes??"

"The waterline's broken! Again!! It's probably Batman's fault!" "He breaks things. He broke my friend's red clown nose. It's broken 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳!"

"Not crusty! I showered five days ago! And I still don't smell as bad as that one lady. L something. I dunno."

"I don't like old people." "They're loud and annoying and kinda smell."

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DEEP BREATH- "THERESAGODDAMNDEADMANOVERHERE!! HESSTARTINGTOSTINK!!!"

Hm. Sick car!

That's so mean! You shoulda decked that stupid bat mask off his face!

“When things go bump in the night, I bump back.” An independent portrayal of Elsa Bloodstone. Monster hunter, archaeologist, tea enthusiast, firearms buff.

(( www.instagram.com/p/DPtNCFcD6qK/ I have a vision.

An excited nod. Face turning upwards, hands reaching out, guiding the paw towards his own face. A silent permission. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "Cool."

Oh, that sounds real useful! I wanna learn!!

((Head hurts real bad so I'm gonna make this kid do things. For comfort.

Still better than me, man. I grow up and- Actually, I don't know. Nevermind.

(Nothing. Just a bird.)

Yeah. Because there's no one else there. Obviously.