Batman: Crime is abnormaly quiet today, one more round and we should go home, chum.
Robin (Jason): A-Okay. I may even have time to read a bit before going to bed.
Batman: I'll think about it.
Robin: We could go to Bat Burguer! Di-Nightwing said they have an amazing chocolate milkshake.
Batman: I don't know, Robin...
Robin: I'm sure they have banana milkshake as well or something fruity.
Batman: Hm
Robin: I knew it!
Batman: Hm??
Robin: You are a fruit bat.
Batman: what?
Robin: I was reading a book about animals and they say that of the 1200 known species of bats only three are vampire bats. You are too normal to be a vampire bat. Also vampire bats are smaller and you are very big and vampire bats move solo and while you like to prented to be moody and lonley you have me, Agent A, Batgirl and Nightwing and that just in Gotham. So you are a fruit bat. And you love fruity things.
Batman: *smilling* I suppose.
Robin: And that means we are going to drink the milkshakes because you can't refuse fruit things!
Batman: Because I'm a fruit bat.
Robin: Yeah!!
----- [somewhere in the future] ----
Robin (Damain): I'm the son of Batman, I'll drink your blood, Hood.
Red Hood: Nah, B's totally a fruit bat and as the "blood son" that just means you like banana milkshake, sorry demon brat.
Batman: *in the background, accidentaly listens* *happy hm*
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Sparring sessions with Damian would be the worst. He's constantly mocking you, trying to make you lose your edge. And he's quick too, dancing around any punches or kicks you throw. Even when it's obvious you won't win the spar, he still doesn't take you down. He'll let you keep going. Keep struggling till you're a sweaty and exhausted mess.
That's when he'll pounce. Pins you down to the sparring mats, his body straddling yours. You try to buck him off. He just thrusts his hips back down into yours. The bulge in his sweats pressing against you has the fight in you disappearing like smoke. You look up at him, confused, and he merely smirks back down at you.
"Not going to tap out?"
You do, hand tapping the training mat, even as you stare into his emerald green eyes. You don't think you could look away even if you tried.
"Hm, but I think I've earned my reward, don't you?"
It doesn't really matter what your answer is, does it? He likes it when you struggle, after all.
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Good omens tag game
Name two things you have in common with Aziraphale and two things you have in common with Crowley
More reasons to love them!
Crowley
1.- Taste for black clothes and... I WANT TO BELIEVE that I look good too
2.- I love Aziraphale Dramatic
Aziraphale
1.- I love books
2.- Stubborn. Really stubborn
No pressure tags: @fearandhatred @bildads-shoes @harbinger-of-existential-dread @di-42 @sayeverythingwillbefineplease @littlekhaos626
And of course, open tags!
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Danny needs help. Danny needs the Ancient of Justice.
Only one small problem; there isn't one.
Or at least, there isn't one yet.
The previous Ancient of Justice had been Pariah Dark, and after seeing so many injustices he had gone mad, and sought to fix the Infinite Realms through force.
But Clockwork assures Danny that there's an Ancient of Justice in the works, he's just still mortal at the moment.
Danny...really can't wait for the guy to die to ask for assistance. The Demons only deal in absolutes, and he needs someone like the Ancient of Justice on his side to help him with the weird double speak they insist on using.
Otherwise, they'll bamboozle him into more territory and displace more ghosts.
So he hunts the not-an-Ancient yet down.
Which is how Batman finds himself being stared down by a teenager with vividly glowing green eyes.
"Listen up, you're gonna be a God when you die and I need you to cash in those God Powers early; demons are getting uppity and they keep talking circles. I need you to make them listen."
The kid has black hair, is too skinny, his clothes are scuffed and dirty, and is clearly living in a vivid fantasy to escape from his harsh reality of being homeless.
The eyes speak of a clear Lazarus Contamination, and the stance speaks of someone who is trained to fight.
So he asks the only thing he can think to.
"...Are you hungry?"
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