And Then Nothing Bad Ever Happened. The End

POV: A malicious darkling showed up at camp wearing the form of the smithy, but the smithy is… extremely protective of it?

The FSA manga is canon in my eyes, and no one can stop me from making more Four+Shadow content >:).

(Btw, I’m also working on a new LU-related thing that I’m super excited about! Hope to finish soon!)

Air lock

my lovely son waking me up to tell me he threw up.

us waking up my wonderful butlerfather to tell him he threw up.

My cat is broken. He meows for a bath every night and when I put him in he flops down and sleeps.

hold this

arts and craftmaster

Danny, full grown and with a grown-up job, moved to Gotham because of the low cost of living.

After all, statistically speaking he was far more likely to survive a rogue attack than the average person.

Then he'd just...never left.

He'd happily lived in Gotham for twenty years, and after a 42nd birthday celebration with Sam and Tucker, took to the streets to go home.

He was not expecting to find The Batman leaning against a wall in an alley, hands flexing as he very obviously fought off pain.

"Uh...are you okay?"

A grunt.

"...Is it an immediate medical emergency?"

A slightly lower grunt.

"I...I have ice powers, if that could help?"

It turned out that yes, that was what Batman needed.

So there Danny was, with both hands encased in ice and resting on Batman's back.

Trying very hard not to notice the muscles under all that armor.

Bruce, meanwhile, was just relieved to find someone to alleviate his pain flare-up.

Rich pregnant socialite: So we went to this clinic and let them manipulate our genes so we're 100% sure our child won't have any disease, he will have my hair and his father eyes and so much things we did for him! And you Bruce ?

Brucie: Found em in the trash. Except Tim, he found me in the trash.

Something about FNAF 3 and Fazbear Frights taking place in 2023 in our current social media landscape