#smallblueboyscout

[12thlevel]

@smallblueboyscout​ | starter call

... Well, if that’s who he believes it to be, he’s about 25 years off and something has gone wrong with the Time Bubble.

It’s OBVIOUSLY not user error.

    “Er. Hello?”

[jcinthedance]

@smallblueboyscout​​ ♟||  ❝ "HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUAL DAY JERVIS!!" ❞

       ❝ A VERY MERRY ASEXUAL DAY, JON!! ❞  He does not completely know what one does to celebrate such a day, nor does he have a perfect grasp on why he deserves to be celebrated, but he is very happy nonetheless.

[adventurepunks]

Out of the Blue

@smallblueboyscout​ + roy harper

PUNCH-         KICK-

“AAAAGHH-is that all ya got?” There Roy was grinning with blood on his teeth as the goons beat him up while tied up to a chair. He wasn’t giving them the satisfaction of breaking him, no siree. No let it be known that Arsenal wasn’t willing to give them the satisfaction of knowing how bad it hurt.

Tell me what you know and I can make it stop the mob boss said leaning in close to Roy and BLAMO the archer headbutted him and spat blood and bile in his face. “Please continue I normally gotta pay for this much fun.” he taunted but was near passing out from the pain when- a blurr.

“Kid flash?” No wait that was not a blue streak and all of a sudden the goons were groaning in pain and a tiny boy loosened his restraints.

“Uuuuh...did someone lose a kid?” he asked looking around the warehouse.

“What just happen’? Did I just get rescued by a child? Well that’s humiliatin’“ he remarked and stumbled as he was properly beaten.

“Thanks sport. Up high-bad choice” Roy groaned having raised his hand for a high five but his cracked rib made that a bad choice.

“OH. Damn. Boyscout  got a kid? Always the last ta learn shit” Not that he ever hanged out with Superman...not since he was Arrow’s sidekick anyway.

“Help an old hurting man out of the warehouse and I’ll boy you a shake. You like milkshakes?” Not that Roy was quite an old man but jeez this kid still had milk teeth.

[crossed--fates]

Spooktober starter for @smallblueboyscout​

October is always an awful reminder of his death and his current condition. While people where out there, wearing spooky costumes of witches, vampires, ghosts, zombies and other scary creatures, Yomiel was a true undead, a ghost possessing his own dead body. It was quite an irony. Especially when his own birthday was also considered the day of the dead in some parts of the world. 

While he was walking through the empty streets at night, looking at the spooky decorations some people were already making for Halloween, a tiny meow made him snap out of his thoughts when Sissel curiously approached a boy, the only other human presence there besides his undead owner. 

“Meow!” The kitten greeted the boy with a friendly meow as he rubbed himself against the boy’s legs.

[redsleuthed]

“Can I have an autograph?”

       An autograph? The request took him off guard. He wasn’t the kind of hero who wanted to be admired by the vast majority. His named appeared in online polls from time-to-time, but hardly anyone knew of him. Not to mention he just started as Red Robin. Who would’ve known his first autograph was for the son of Superman? Sweet!

        He took the pen and paper from Superboy. First, he drew the new insignia before signing throughout it, before adding ‘for the coolest Superboy on the block’, before capping the pen and offering it back. 

           ❝ There; how’s that? ❞

[sithmade]

        "  I  sense  your  fear.  "

@smallblueboyscout​

[dementedspeedster]

@smallblueboyscout liked for a starter

Thad blinks at the small hero and the unmistakable insignia on his chest, “You have got to be kidding me.” There was another one! Another super boy, kid, whatever! “How young are they going to let you guys fight? How old are you even?” Thad might be the villain in this situation, but every time he ran into a kid hero he couldn’t help but get mixed feelings about it.

[gothamincarnate]

@smallblueboyscout

"The fuck is this?" Robin eyed the weapon in Joker's hand. A crowbar. Of course it was a goddamn crowbar. Painted green.

Then he's ushered inside a small room. It's a kid, younger than him. A kid with a Superman shirt. Superman had a kid? How much had he missed while surviving in Joker's hell?

One sidekick takes out the other. The door shuts, locks. Robin is seconds away from panicking.

"Uh. Hi. And-- sorry." Robin hefts the weapon on his shoulder like a baseball bat. "It's-- its nothing personal. Swear."

AND SWING!

[blondeinblue-a]

@smallblueboyscout​ || a little thing just because ❤️

❛ hot chocolate? let’s get some hot chocolate. my treat. just don’t tell your dad. ❜

[fightwing]

“I can’t remember if I’ve already asked this but can I have an autograph?”

              dick mentally stumbles just a little. bludhaven kids, and even some gothamites tend to have heightened curiosities, but jon kent asking for it was certainly unexpected.          “ absolutely! ”          he signs, making sure to draw a little bird over the ‘i’ as he sometimes does for flair. not the prettiest, but visibly authentic. but of course, their paths crossing can’t possibly go without .  .  .            “ if i can trade you for a selfie? ”          clark and damian were in need of a good text anyway.

[12thlevel]

put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone | accepting

@smallblueboyscout​

name: jonathan kent

ringtone: reflection

picture:

last text received: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔？

last text sent: 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘．

[jcinthedance]

@smallblueboyscout​♟||  ❝ "Um!" Jon's voice is shaky, clearly a bit worried how Jervis will take this. "I-I'm.... I'm a girl right now...." She says shyly, looking at her friend with anxiety. (( *jazz hands* jon is genderfluid )) ❞

         His eyes, already wild as they always are, widen with a blink at the statement, like a silent gasp, as if something struck his mind. Despite all the reasons any other might have asked her for, his only thought was one thing:   It’s rude to refer to a young girl as a boy.   “ Oh! I beg your pardon... Dear girl, I mean. ”  He corrected with a small dip of a bow with his head, and repeated what he had said before now with a raise of one of his flower printed kettles.   “ As in   would you like more tea, my dear girl? ”

[hraunwyf]

"Auntie Loki how do I get away with murder? Someone gave Kon a kryptonite bracelet and he's sad and in pain so.... murder time?"

@smallblueboyscout

“oh, sweetpea, no. you’re too young for murder just yet, alright, even revenge murder, especially since it’s not someone who wronged you specifically. even if kon is your big brother—if he wants to kill ’em, that’s for him to do. important lesson: never steal someone’s kill.”

however, she does have the feeling that kon is desperately unlikely to do anything about it himself, and the whole idea that anyone would try to hurt him makes her blood boil.

“i’ll go talk to him, okay? someone will pay. auntie’ll make damn sure of that.”

[daithirps]

— When The Boys of Steel Met; Flashback

The teen paced around his room for what seemed like an eternity; everything he has ever done began going through his head, playing like a film without sound. He wasn’t too worried, but he found it strange that Clark would call him and ask to meet him at the farm. Obviously, this was important or else Clark wouldn’t have called, but he couldn’t help but think he did something wrong and Clark — no Superman — wanted to talk to him about it.

After getting dressed, Conner left the tower and flew towards the Kent house in Kansas. It took only a few minutes, but the flight seemed like it dragged on. A little worried about having done something wrong, he landed and made his way to the front door. Conner knocked and waited for the familiar voice to welcome him in.

Instead of Clark, or Lois for the matter, a young boy answered. Conner was confused, hoping he didn’t just go to the wrong house. “Huh, hi?” Conner greeted the boy — who looked more like Clark the more Conner looked at him. “Is Clark here?”

@smallblueboyscout

[redsleuthed]

       You’re not ready.

       Tim couldn’t count the times where people told him the exact same thing. After keeping Jon a secret from the world, it was only a matter of time he would grow and want to be part of the family business. The only difference was the fact Jon had superpowers. How else was he supposed to be ready when they didn’t give him a chance to spread his wings and soar. At least the eagerness was there. It wasn’t like he could stand there and pretend not to see that pout.

             ❝ @smallblueboyscout​ can go with me. I could use someone like him, while Kon is off planet. Don’t forget we’ve all been in his shoes. ❞ 

[sithmade]

    “ You, child, possess such power. Not with the Force, but with something else. It’s an uncontrolled power, isn’t it? You fear it, don’t you? ”

@smallblueboyscout​