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they call me the bug whisperer. because i whisper to bugs

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that's far. do you wanna stay with me? it's spring so it's not too cold to camp

are you lost

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I think I am- I don't think I'm in the right city

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what city are you in

are you lost

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I think I am- I don't think I'm in the right city

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i hitched a ride an i walked! tada!! pip flings his arms around bruce, holding tight. am i too late to sleep over? your house is really big, it could fit like three tent cities in it! his brown eyes shine in awe of the dauntingly impressive manor, now that he's safe with his bee.

pip is a lot later than he'd planned. turns out wayne manor is very, very far removed from gotham main, and he had gotten a bit lost on the winding roads. he's a day or two late for dinner. hopefully bee doesn't mind. the boy stares at the imposing front doors, then knocks and scampers back to hide behind one of the pillars supporting the overhang, peeking around it a little nervously. - @pip-the-pup

When Pip had failed to show up at the appointed time, Bruce had been worried enough to look into his disappearance. However, the investigation had been rather simple when it had readily revealed Pip wandering the winding roads of outer Gotham. Observing him, Bruce saw that Pip was both well-suited for his little adventure, and with the temperatures remaining high enough, Bruce had contented himself with simply surveilling Pip rather than interfering.

It was adventures like this which Bruce had treasured as a youth. That he knew his own boys thrived in. Pip was clever, and had brought supplies with him. Bruce could hardly pull the kid from the field when he was doing well on his own.

Still, Bruce kept a close eye on that temperature and left a few chocolate bars for Pip to 'scavenge'. And if it grew too cold, dangerous in any way, or even simply lasted too long, then he would step in.

He'd been considering crafting a fake persona specifically to give Pip a little map of the area; an old man who liked to ramble locally, with a salt and pepper beard and silicone facial disguise- when Pip managed to find the manor. Maybe another time, Bruce supposed, a little sad to put away the beginning notes of Henry Cauchester's personality profile.

Another time.

Instead, Bruce made a point of slipping into his own home via a window, and near sprinting to beat Alfred to the door- just to see Pip scampering behind a column.

"Huh. Nothing at all," Bruce said, looking each way. "Maybe it was a ghost..."

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pip frowns thoughtfully. well the book had all pigs, an only the wolf an the old lady wolf on his wall as wolves. maybe he's the only wolf around? so maybe the rules are- anti-wolf he wiggles his worn-sneakered feet, still pensive. but he was also eatin people-pigs so that's not very good either. killer croc gets in trouble for that

As the months and years dissolved together, Bruce had become less and less familiar with the narrows. It hadn't been something he had intended when he had set out to defend his city, to protect and uplift her... but as his children had grown, the Red Hood's territory calcifying like a spine through Gotham's more vulnerable heart... Bruce had relinquished control a little by little.

The narrows were not his domain, unless invited.

He had been invited this time, taking a moment to locate the library between the high makeshift terraces. The spindly thread of the narrows-

He entered quietly, basking in the hush of the library, looking around for the person who had invited him- his prospective... Bruce couldn't help a half-smile, his prospective adoptive father.

Pip, a seven year old Gothamite boy.

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pip clasps the cupcake in hand carefully and peels the wrapper off, sinking tiny teeth into the soft cake mixture eagerly. he got to lick the bowl when helping make them, but cooked cupcakes are good too. i didn't do chocolate cause of your, uh, fluffy mode. but do ya like chocolate?

um. i made you a card an got help makin cupcakes from the granny in the partment safehouse. theyre vanilla with a caramel frostin happy mothers day? - @pip-the-pup

"Mother's day?" Jason asked confused but sat down on the couch to accept the items anyway. "Thanks for the cupcakes and cards but I'm not a mom." Jason sounded a mix of both grateful and confused but kept his unease at being related to a parent hidden deep down. He was too young for that.

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okay! birthday cupcakes instead, got it. do you like these ones though, you think? or you want different ones? pip beams now, placated by the premise.

um. i made you a card an got help makin cupcakes from the granny in the partment safehouse. theyre vanilla with a caramel frostin happy mothers day? - @pip-the-pup

"Mother's day?" Jason asked confused but sat down on the couch to accept the items anyway. "Thanks for the cupcakes and cards but I'm not a mom." Jason sounded a mix of both grateful and confused but kept his unease at being related to a parent hidden deep down. He was too young for that.

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he chews softly on his bottom lip as jason speaks, trying to understand, but it isn't quite clicking. what was the difference between a caretaker and parent? why didn't his mom ever do nice things like jason does? after a moment, pip puffs out a sigh, ruffling his hair with the breath. okay. d'you think bee will give me a card an cupcakes on fathers day then?

um. i made you a card an got help makin cupcakes from the granny in the partment safehouse. theyre vanilla with a caramel frostin happy mothers day? - @pip-the-pup

"Mother's day?" Jason asked confused but sat down on the couch to accept the items anyway. "Thanks for the cupcakes and cards but I'm not a mom." Jason sounded a mix of both grateful and confused but kept his unease at being related to a parent hidden deep down. He was too young for that.

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pip plunks down next to jason, crossing his legs and peeking up at the much taller male from behind his shaggy brown bangs. did i make you mad by sayin youre like a mom? you act more like the ones people talk about than my actual mom did... so i thought it made sense. what makes a mom a mom an not a grownup?

um. i made you a card an got help makin cupcakes from the granny in the partment safehouse. theyre vanilla with a caramel frostin happy mothers day? - @pip-the-pup

"Mother's day?" Jason asked confused but sat down on the couch to accept the items anyway. "Thanks for the cupcakes and cards but I'm not a mom." Jason sounded a mix of both grateful and confused but kept his unease at being related to a parent hidden deep down. He was too young for that.

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you take special care of me, more 'n just me bein a street kid. you let me live with you an you get me clothes an you feed me an i know who you are... pip shuffles his feet, a bit nervous now. its kinda mommish, isnt it? thats how theyre s'poseta work?

um. i made you a card an got help makin cupcakes from the granny in the partment safehouse. theyre vanilla with a caramel frostin happy mothers day? - @pip-the-pup

"Mother's day?" Jason asked confused but sat down on the couch to accept the items anyway. "Thanks for the cupcakes and cards but I'm not a mom." Jason sounded a mix of both grateful and confused but kept his unease at being related to a parent hidden deep down. He was too young for that.

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yay!! tank you!

CITIZENS OF GOTHAM

It is a FRIDAY. FREE FOOD FOR ALL! I HAVE LOADED DOZENS OF FOOD TRUCK WITH... WELL, FOOD, DUH. TAKE ALL YOU WANT! NO LIMIT.

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i'm not old enough to vote yet can i still have some?

CITIZENS OF GOTHAM

It is a FRIDAY. FREE FOOD FOR ALL! I HAVE LOADED DOZENS OF FOOD TRUCK WITH... WELL, FOOD, DUH. TAKE ALL YOU WANT! NO LIMIT.

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sfw interaction only

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haha!

Grumpy 

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"What radicalized you?"

I'm a Gotham orphan. That's it.

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ooc: Honestly, if you send any of my blogs this entitled shit you’ll be getting blocked from the ask.

This is your answer to anything of the kind: I have a life. I am doing this for fun. Sometimes my energy is lower than I’d like, which means less responses. I am aware of what I have to answer or respond to. That is all you need to know, and anything beyond that is you being selfish, plain and simple.