No One Is Doing It Like Her

Cass doesn’t look, she glares

Tim doesn’t smile, he grimaces.

Damian doesn’t speak, he growls.

Jason doesn’t raise his voice, he screams.

Duke doesn’t watch, he scrutinizes.

Dick doesn’t smooth talk, he manipulates.

Steph doesn’t laugh, she cackles. Manically.

Bruce’s children are a little damaged, a little odd. If not in big ways, then in the smallest of ways that so clearly sets them apart from everyone else. Their line of work demands it, their breeding encourages it.

It’s just how they were made. Once they’ve been touched by the shadows of Gotham, it never leaves their veins.

It’s in their blood now. It’s seen in their eyes, their smiles. The twitch of their face, the narrowing of their gaze.

Gotham’s embrace never lets you go.

patrolling 🥰

I look at your one batlantern post so often and it makes me laugh every time. Do you think you'll ever draw more of them 👀

I might. Just for you anon.

^ Flying through space with an excessive amount of eye contact

^ Had to stay behind. Renewed dislike of green glow-y things.

casual batfam designs :>

Oh, your art is so lovely that it's hard to think of just one request! The first one that came to mind was Time and Wild bonding over epona's song? I'm sure Wild would hum it after hearing Kass play it so often at the stables and tip Time off that he knows it

I don't think Wild is related to Time and Twi, but it's a valid question if Epona's Song is something that's passed down in the family.

behold, a luminous stone! the perfect night light