Btw Pro Tip From Someone Who Is Far Too Paranoid For His Own Good But Also Loves Horror Content Like

Bruce: Why do I feel like I live in a zoo? *gestures vaguely at his children shenaniganing around him*

Jason: *skidding to a halt by him* Your first child was kidnapped from a circus, what the hell else do you expect???

Bruce: He was NOT KIDNA-

Dick: *gasping and clutching his nonexistent pearl necklace* I’ve got STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!

Bruce: *staring blankly at him* No you do not, and stop telling people that.

Duke: It’s either that or we tell people we live in a cult.

Tim: *in the distance* A FURRY CULT!

Bruce: I AM NOT A FURRY!

Duke:….. I hate to disagree buuuuuttttt….. Tim has a point.

Jason: Just face it. The universe saw your parents got killed, tried to fix it and give you a family, waaaaaaay overcorrected, and now you’re stuck with us!

Bruce: …..maybe I’VE got Stockholm Syndrome…..

I have done it, I have made Wild a cryptid

I am totally in love with your design for young Link/Mask it's adorable and full of mischief. Your Hyrule Warriors comics are amazing. I know this isn't an ask but thank you!

Mask being a little shit is like, my favorite thing ever. Warriors is so confused. The fact Mask is not technically lying, tho-

Glad you like them! Dw about proper asks or whatever, I love getting these, so ty!

Sky jolts up from his fitful slumber. It was the usual nightmares again. You'd think he'd be over this by now. Zelda is safe. He knows this. And yet, the dreams persists. Sighing, he stands up. He needs a moment.

The smith watches him go. He could tell the knight was shaken, but didn't deem it necessary to bolt right after him. That would only stir up the rest of their brothers, and he was sure the Skyloftian didn't want that kind of attention on himself right now.

After a while, the smith gets up to nudge awake the next person for the watch. "I'll be right back." He says. The smith doesn't have to explain himself. He does this sometimes, disappearing to who knows where, but he always comes back unscathed.

He finds the knight a little ways off camp, curled up in a ball. "Hey." He calls softly. "You alright?" Sky startles a bit. "Yeah- Yeah, im okay. I just-" He chokes on a broken sob. The smith can see the slight tremble of his brother's shoulders. After a moment of hesitation, he raises his sword.

Sky can see a flash of light through his closed eyelids and hands covering his face. Next thing he knows, there's not one, but four bodies pressing up against him.

"It's okay." It's a voice he knows, if ever so slightly different. "We've got you." A slightly higher one adds. Now, normally Sky would've whipped his head up at the flash of light alone, but something tells him he doesn't need to. Not this time. He trusts those words. And he knows they speak the truth.

Im not a writer, but i wanted to try a bit fancier way to tell you what occurred in my head when my two brain cells collided and i started drawing this lol

DP x DC Ancient of Space: Lair

I’ve seen Danny being the ancient of space pop up a few times. A lot of it interprets that as the ancient of outer space, but I propose he has dominion pver the concept of physical space. Clockwork has time, Danny would have space, making them the counterparts for each other

So, imagine if you will, Danny only recently coming into his spatial powers retreating to his lair in the Ghost Zone. It’s too dangerous to have uncontrolled spatial distortions just randomly appearing in the human world. 

His lair is an extension of himself. His spatial powers extend not just to himself, but to his lair. It connects to liminal spaces. Walking through school hallways after hours? One of those doors leads to his lair. All night diner with flickering florescent lights and you’re the only customer? Carefull going to the bathroom or you might just end up somewhere else. Closed down building, or even buildings that never were there. Sometimes at just the right time, places just exsist, and they all lead to Danny’s lair. Inside is an MC Escher esque labyrinth of rooms, hallways, tunnels, ever shifting as their connections to the human world alter and shift.

Enter the Batfam

I pick Tim for this. He sees a building he’s never seen before on a street he’s very familiar with. He checks the address. 

“Hey Oracle? Is there a 147 Becker street?”

“No, Becker street stops at 144 before merging into Roosevelt.”

“That’s what I thought, but I’m there, I see it right in front of me.”

“What?”

Tim is too curious for his own good, and probably a bit sleep deprived. He enters the building only to get turned around and not be able to find where he came in from. It wouldn’t be so concerning if the building didn’t seem to go on and on. 

Next thing we know, Danny finds Red Robin wandering around, completely lost in his lair. The tricky part is getting him out around the right area and time, because space and time are connected, and when one is weird, so is the other. They need to take the scenic route, much to the impatience of Red Robin. He eventually gets him close enough: Bloodhaven. Tim can always get a ride back from Dick, then he looks at his watch. 

It’s only been 30 minutes. He had been wandering for hours, yet only 30 minutes had passed. 

Que confusion and shenanigans when somehow, yet more Bats wander into Danny’s lair

This is so wholesome

I... Cannot stop

Red Hood and his adopted goons but 19-year-old Jason taking his goons to the doctor because health is important and none of them have gotten a tetanus shot in the last decade.

The pediatrician wondering how to explain to Red Hood that she sees kids, not forty-year-old henchmen.

At least three goons sitting in the waiting area while they wait for the others, comparing their bandaids to see who got the best one.

One goon gets a Batman bandaid and the next week the pediatric clinic receives a bulk order of custom Red Hood bandaids along with boxes of Wonder Woman and Green Lantern ones.

Half the goons haven’t been to a normal doctor since they were kids so the one time Red Hood takes them to someone other than a pediatrician they are greatly disappointed by the lack of suckers and cat stickers.

Mr. Lancer is just done with them