#i fucking love puppy titus

[caparrucia]

Hello! If you’re willing, could we get a ship of your choice and #48 for the kiss and a ship ask?

…out of habit.

Titus is like clockwork: predictable and measurable and perfectly, spectacularly rational, thank you so much for noticing.

When... this - whatever the fuck this is, he's far too smart to even try to describe it, much less define it - happens, he assumes it will throw his lovingly calibrated routine into chaos. Instead, they consume it and make it their own.

Because of fucking course they do.

So now Titus wakes up at five on the dot, just like always, but rather than a redundant alarm clock he kept purely for paranoia's sake, he wakes up to the concert of low groans and miserable moans that crawl out of Regis the moment he so much as twitches. Aulea snickers, mean-spirited and shameless, and leans in to press her lips to the corner of Titus' mouth. Regis whines when she shoves him out of the way, and Titus is free then, to squirm out of the monstrously comfortable bed while she shuffles in to take his place as Regis' source of warmth. He doesn't think about the fact Aulea doesn't sleep - she's got lightning and justice trapped under her skin and her scars give out the barest glow in the dark and her eyes are blue right up until they're purple and then someone is dearly wishing she'd just kill them instead of making them repent - but he does notice the progress on the book by the nightstand, when he reaches out to grab his cane. If she's close to done he'll have to figure out a new one, and that'll take a few hours out of his day.

She reads slowly, ponderously. It took Titus entirely too long to realize it is because she's spent so long speaking to and for her god that Lucian became a second language. She does love her poetry though. The more obscure, morbid and wholly intractable, the better. Titus is retired, a decorated war hero. He's got a pension and everything. All the titles Regis has given him - he does not think about them, any of them, or what they might mean - come with little to no expectations or obligations for him to fulfill. His time is his own, and he is listed as optional in every meeting Regis invites him to listen in on, though he always allows Titus to say his piece if he wants, regardless of context or rank or audience. He doesn't have anything pressing to do, except keep existing, keep living this life he's somehow ended up living, out of inertia or habit or just pure dumb fucking luck.

Titus comes out of the bathroom an hour later: Before, when he didn't need the cane and he could shower standing up and his knee didn't cramp horribly if he took too long shaving, he'd been utilitarian, about his mornings. He'd shower and dress and be out and about in under twenty minutes, and the thought of lingering under hot water - of even using hot water - seemed like a waste of time. But that was Before, and this is now. This is the life he has and he will live it as best he can, because all of the hateful fucking bastards who tried to kill him failed.

Sometimes, when he's sitting on the edge of the bathtub, digging his fingers into the corded knots of muscle above his knee, gritting his teeth and demanding the fucking thing stop spasming long enough for him to get his day started, Titus remembers the sight of Regis, kneeling at his feet. He remembers the way his throat went dry and his lips pulled back into a snarl, and he remembers the words. Upon this knee rests the entirety of this kingdom, he'd said. Because Regis just... said things. Specially when he meant them. The kingdom is fucked, then, Titus hadn't said then. He still hadn't now, even though he entertained the thought sometimes, when the pain broke through the usual thresholds and he needed to sit down and pay attention to it, and only to it. Like the entirety of Titus' world was sequestered behind his misaligned patella.

(And some mornings, very rarely, the pain will throb, twisting like a red hot iron curling through his thigh and into his hip, and he'll make a sound. A tiny, cursed, miserable sound, and then they'll be there. They'll be there. Aulea with a wrist for him to bite into, to muffle the scream into, and Regis with his hands glowing green, magic forcing its way in, useless and desperate anyway. It's the strength of Regis' fingers digging in that coaxes muscles back in place, not his magic. He cannot magic a new knee for Titus, even if in the peak of delirium, Titus would let him even try. Those mornings meetings and audiences are rescheduled, and Titus thinks it's so stupid, an entire country held hostage by his fucking knee. But Regis did warn him, he supposes. That's the thing about Regis, the impossible, infuriating thing: Regis doesn't lie. He's so good he doesn't have to.)

Most mornings, he manages without trouble, and by the time he's mostly assembled into a semblance of passable humanity, Regis is awake enough to look smug. He always looks smug, here in his personal quarters. He's personable and affable and kind and generally well-loved, outside his own rooms. He's a good King, after all. In Lucis, far and wide, people do not starve. People do not die to the elements or monsters or even war. Regis is the King who brought peace to his people and when the time came, fought to defend it. None of that, Titus thinks, is a mask, either. He is sincerely what he is, and that is in part why he's so good at forcing people to meet him halfway. Even his enemies respect him, and his followers revere him.

Even the revelation of his magic, the depths of his power, did not destroy him. He didn't have to do anything about it, they all wrote it off for him. Just like that.

But here, in private, when there's only him and his wife and Titus - Titus has a title that he dares not think about, because titles carry meanings and he's too smart for that, at his age - he is smug. In ancient times, the worship of Bahamut was widespread and the Kings of the Crystal were often called the Dragon Kings. Regis is smug in a way that makes Titus shiver. He stands in the doorway, taking in the scene: the King, lying on his side, disheveled and shameless with it, hair unkempt, beard a mess, with bruises and bites and scars on display, looking at him with half-lidded green eyes like the world's smuggest dragon sitting atop the world's most precious hoard.

Titus wants to stab him. Again. Possibly kiss him. It's insane. Inane! He is nearly fifty fucking years old. Regis is nearly fifty fucking years old. Aulea is barely a year younger than Regis, for all she's been frozen in lightning and judgment, for all her eyes give away her true age. Together there's almost a century and a half worth of history in that bed, they cannot keep pretending to be children, fumbling about feelings and nonsense.

And yet, when Regis offers a hand, Titus walks back into the room and takes it.

And yet, when Aulea slithers to his side, pressing her lips to his and steals the kiss Regis had been aiming to, the same way she does every morning, Titus does not do the smart, sensible thing. He does not run when Regis laughs and pulls him down and kisses him, like he's staking a claim.

Upon this knee rests the entirety of my kingdom.

"What shall we do today, love?" Regis asks them, both of them, and Titus should run, should scream, should flee before they cost him something far dearer than a knee.

"I don't know," he says, instead, the same thing he says every morning - every morning he's not buried under Regis' bulk, held in place and smothered in them, like they can somehow excise the agony away, occupy too much space and leave it with nowhere to go but away - leaning on his cane and looking carefully unamused. "Some treason before noon, I suppose."

It's a stale joke, by then. It should have run its course, like a shattered wheel, all jagged edges and bleeding shards. Instead, Regis laughs, every morning, that same little, breathless laugh. Aulea rolls her eyes and smiles, and Titus swears, just for a moment, the perpetual clouds above the Citadel part, ever so slightly, when she does. It's almost like Regis can read the words Titus does not say, cannot bring himself to say, every time he says that. Every morning. On the dot. The same stale joke.

I love you.

"Well," Regis laughs, shuffling out of bed at long last, pressing a kiss to the corner of Titus' mouth, opposite to Aulea's earlier one, which Titus can't tell if he means to or not, and he refuses to dwell on it much. "Can't betray the King if he's not there to be betrayed, I suppose."

Titus is nearly fifty fucking years old. He survived Mors Lucis Caelum and what Insomnia became after he did the world a favor and died. He survived the war. He survived Cor Leonis and his infinite fountain of bullshit. He's too old and too jaded and too himself for it, but every morning, on the dot, Regis kisses him in passing and promises to put up a good show. And despite it all, despite himself and Aulea's snickering and the fact he'll never live it down: Titus smiles even as his face heats up, because somehow, he'll survive them another day.

Fuck it, he's going to make them survive him.

[heqvenlymoons]

That One, I Want That One

Based on @fleursroses 's incorrect quote! <3

This is being posted as a oneshot on both my AO3 account and here on tumblr for now but I'm seriously considering turning it into a multi-chaptered fic because how well it was received. Someone said it had rom com potential and I can see it 😭

Daminette One Shot | Crack Fic | AO3

Damian tugged on the collar of his great dane, Titus, trying to get away from his imbecile brothers. 

It was a futile endeavour, as his brothers merely sped up their walking pace, talking over one another. 

“Come on, Dami! We just wanna know,” Richard— Grayson, because he was currently being a nuisance— whined. 

Todd scoffed, waving around the toy Nerf gun he insisted on bringing. “You know what? The brat’s probably better off without a wife, god forbid whoever gets stuck with him forever. I bet you, the little shit’s gonna be the one blackmailing someone into being his wife if he sees fit.” 

“Fuck you, Todd.” Damian’s fingers itched to grab his katana and slit it over his idiotic brother’s throat but at last, his father and pseudo grandfather figure, Alfred, had confiscated the knives he tried to sneak out on their business trip to Paris. 

Drake sipped on his coffee, his head bobbing up and down as he struggled to stay awake, even as he mumbled an incoherent, “You’re never going to get an answer if you aggravate him like that, Jay. Although I’d still like to know as well.” 

He hadn’t finished his sentence when he stumbled into a nearby pedestrian, almost kissing the ground had Todd not grabbed him by the collar at the last second.

During the mishap, the coffee cup Drake was holding spilled onto the floor, seeping into the ground as he stared at it with mournful eyes. “My coffee!” 

Todd rolled his eyes, letting go of the sleep-deprived Drake’s collar with an unsympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Damian’s lips curved up to a smirk. Perhaps that would keep Drake quiet for a few minutes as he mourned his spilled coffee. 

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Grayson or Todd from their irritating line of questioning his so-called ‘love life’. 

Damian glared when Grayson pulled out the puppy doll eyes, accompanied by his repeated question, “Come on, please? Just answer the question— what’s your ideal type?” 

“Repeating the question with that pathetic expression of yours does not make me any more inclined to answer your question.” Damian spotted a bakery up ahead and approached it, ignoring Grayson’s pout. 

Perhaps his dingbat brothers would behave themselves in an embellishment full of people, although that would be wishful thinking on his part. 

His brothers, of course, followed him and continued to push their relentless questions onto him 

Todd grabbed his arm, stopping him, a glint of glee in his eyes, no doubt finding amusement in his current predicament. “You know, we’re not going to stop bothering you until you tell us.” 

Damian’s brows furrowed in annoyance, knowing full well from experience that his brothers would not stop poking and prodding until he did what they wanted. 

Right now, they wanted to know his ideal type, and they claimed his answer was to sedate their ever-growing ‘curiosity’ when he knew they wanted to utilize the information to set him up with someone. 

He scowled, making his decision. He would tell them only to make them stop badgering him about the inane question but that didn’t mean he was open to the idea of a relationship with someone they chose for him 

“Fine. My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. You imbeciles better not utilize this information to set me up with someone or I will stab you.” He hissed, sending them his most intimidating glare for good measure. 

Todd dared to smirk at him. “Not likely, Demon Spawn. And even if we did, you won’t stab us. You’re all bark and no bite.” 

In response, Damian kicked him in the knee, making the older double over with a grunt. 

Before he could continue his assault, Grayson dragged him away, Todd spitting curses from where he lay on the ground in a starfish position, the Nerf gun on the ground beside him. 

Grayson was already wearing the contemplative expression he had on whenever he was about to do something stupid. “Okay~ that’s enough, little D. Back to what we were discussing, your future girlfriend has to be brave, strong, and smart, you say?” 

Damian gritted his teeth. “You are paraphrasing at best but I assume you already got the general idea because I am not going to repeat myself for your benefit.” 

He turned and before he could turn the door handle of the bakery to continue his dramatic exit (or in this case, dramatic entry), the door flew open and it would’ve hit him in the face had it not been for his quick reflexes.

The scowl reappeared on his face and he turned back to reprimand the person who dared try to attack him with a door to see a girl about his age, shuffling past his bewildered brothers in a hurry. 

Damian blinked, watching as the girl with raven-haired pigtails promptly tripped over nothing, crashing into the pole, the box she was holding fell from her hands and macaroons came tumbling out. 

He watched with interest as the girl mumbled out apologies to the inanimate object, picking up the fallen macaroons from the ground while she did and putting them back in the box. 

Snapping out of his daze, he handed Titus’s leash to Grayson before moving to help the girl, grabbing the remains of the macaroons from the ground and placing them in a neat row in the box.

He held out a hand for the girl to take, which she accepted with a grateful look and he pulled her to her feet. 

Getting a good look at her face, he was filled with a fluttering sensation in his stomach and he ignored it, thinking he must be coming down with a stomach bug. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.”

Her bluebell eyes were blown wide, staring into his green ones with surprise. She broke the stare first, shaking her head before responding, “I’m fine! Thank you for your help, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Her phone dinged and she yelped. “I’m sorry but I’m already late, see you around, mysterious handsome but kind person!”  

He opened his mouth to respond but she had already sped away, only catching sight of her red face as she turned.

His face heated as his mind caught up with her words. The girl was definitely something… 

He felt an arm going around his shoulders and he didn’t react, still staring in the direction the girl took off. 

“So, didn’t know Demon Spawn had it in him to talk to a pretty girl without scowling,” Todd drawled, the beginning of a teasing expression appearing on his face when he noticed the dazed look his youngest brother was sporting. 

Damian shoved him away, looking distracted.

Drake shook his head, mumbling, “I must be hallucinating, Demon Spawn would never willingly talk to someone, much less a girl.” 

“That one. I want that one.” Damian declared, unknowingly sending his adopted brothers into cardiac arrest at the words that fell out of his mouth. 

Grayson looked torn between looking wary and gleeful. “Uh… what do you mean by ‘that one’, little D?” 

Damian didn’t look at him as he pointed in the direction the girl ran off. “Her.” 

Todd’s jaws gaped like a fish, for once, speechless. 

Drake in his sleep-deprived state can only dumbly respond, “That’s not how it works, Damian. You can’t just go around adopting people.”

Damian finally dragged his gaze away from the direction the girl had long run off in, glaring at his brothers with his cheeks blazing red. “Not adoption, you imbecile.”

Not giving them the time to respond, he continued, a look of stress crossing his expression before he willed it away. “You lot have to keep Father from adopting her, it would cause complications.”

Grayson hummed. “She does meet the criteria, black hair and blue eyes.”

Todd seemed to have unfrozen, shaking his head in denial. “Wait wait wait, just wait a second. You’re saying, she’s your ideal type? You literally met her 5 minutes ago! I thought you said your future partner must be and I quote ‘brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized’?” 

He prattled on, not paying attention to how Titus had taken to getting slobber all over his shoes. “No offence to her but she tripped over air and crashed into the poll in front of her. The clumsy behaviour caught your eye of all things? Are you sure you haven’t been abducted by aliens?” 

Damian glared, the red not receding from his face. He rounded on Drake. “Do a full background check on her, it is necessary for me to know everything about her if she were to be my partner.”

He paused, scowling. “Actually, I better do this myself. I need to know everything about her, it is better if you imbeciles stay as far away from her as possible. She does not need you all to monopolize her time.” 

He grabbed Titus’s leash from Grayson and headed in the direction of Le Grand Paris to do just that, leaving behind his shell-shocked brothers. 

Jason turned to his brothers, looking amused now that he had gotten over his shock. “So, who’s gonna tell him that stalking is not the right way to woo a girl?” 

[perfectfangirl]

notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep2

• dogmeat's introduction 🥺 • the enclave being shown as supremely evil because how could you incinerate live puppies 😭 • i want more backstory on siggi because i am curious if this is change of heart or like a mole • the super mutant hand needs to go from easter egg to reality next season forreal • i noticed siggi was drinking whiskey? to numb the pain of putting that cold fusion chip in his head--- i also wonder if he was drinking because he knew he wasn't going to make it • saw on reddit someone asking so it's the enclave who has cold fusion? and i'm still a bit confused about that because... i was thinking moldaver had something to do with its creation but then siggi knew exactly who lucy was... if the enclave is supposed to be a continuation of the pre war us government, then it feels like there's more tying the enclave and vault tec together than i thought

• in the escape scene, it seems like the other scientist knew siggi was betraying the enclave, but how? if they have cold fusion, was it obvious he was "stealing" it and trying to give it to someone else? maybe i have gaps in my knowledge here • siggi genuinely does seem like he's trying to do the right thing though 🥲 • dogmeat seeing that guy try to harm siggi and dogmeat fuckin' him up ❤️ • game dogmeat being referred sometimes as a boy and show dogmeat being a girl lol [love the gender doesn't matterism here gldfgld]

• the people who are enslaved work at the enclave being held there and escape meaning death • if these are namibia scenes where lucy is trekking, they are breathtaking, wonderful worldbuilding • lucy seeing a tumbleweed for the first time and going "the heck?" but then i like, remember she doesn't really know what "wind" is 😭 [and this also subverts the "tumbleweed blowing in the wind through a desert or desolate place" trope, i'm sorry but this a masterclass in comedy lmao] • her coming across some bodies but this time skeletons at a dinner table, a family of four i believe, all having taken poison, vault tech brand [a chilling scene but fallout is known for their hilariously placed skeletions so there's one with a cup of dirt in front of it] • probably the first time lucy is being confronted by hank and/or vault tec's lies, depending • lucy setting a [camp] fire, and me recognizing immediately it was a bad move [i watch too much stuff 💀] • i honestly' can't believe she took off her pip boy • dogmeat finding lucy 🥺 • it was destiny in so many ways because dogmeat is tearing that radroach the fuck up • siggi giving like a monologue in the most unsettling voice ever was so funny to me • siggi trying to tell her these animals [if you can call them that] up there are insane and genuinely in the nicest way possible trying to tell her she should go home • "question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?" is some crazy foreshadowing • the cold fusion capsule glowing as he walks away • lord titus being an asshole and maximus doing the same to thaddeus lmao • lord titus "wanting to shoot something" and his stupidity leading to his own demise • [i like neither lord titus or the actor that plays him so dkfsdkgd] • dogmeat going into the yao guai den and coming back with a hand like it was sharing it with them 😭 • maximus being continuously disrespected and knocked down a peg, he doesn't deserve this 😞 • insane how close and somehow inadvertently hot on the trail lord titus and maximus was for siggi and dogmeat • learning squires appears to be a dime a dozen and that's one reason lord titus sent maximus deeper into the cave, the other is that he was scared • maximus seemed to be both disillusioned and struck with fear watching the yao guai attack lord titus--- so it was almost breathtakingly offensive when lord titus decided to blame maximus for everything and wanting him like, court martialed almost for this incident, despite maximus being small of gun and armourless, despite them both being scared, lord titus blames maximus for lord titus' own failings • "this wasteland fucking sucks!" love that running motif • anyways glad that guy died, next! • lmao this very disgusting man in a diaper or something being thankful lucy didn't shoot him but also drinking all her water 😭 • lucy getting a taste of wasteland selfishness and desperation gdfgdgfd • maximus belongs in a power suit • this chicken fucking man having the elixir to immortality or regeneration or whatever it is 😭 • and the chicken farmer, in a cameo, is a makeup designer and props department person 🙂 • in a beautiful shot, it looks like lucy is in the famous car forest or a replica of it • her trying to be convivial and people just not having it 😢 • filly is very fallout and i assume gamers enjoyed this scene because • everyone is in bizarre and comical mad max style outfits, iguana meat, giving metaton vibes • so i just read filly was named because it's a landfill but also there's the fact it was filmed in an airplane and automobile graveyard outside new jersey [close to philadelphia] and that there is a fillmore, california • also saw where it's modeled to look a lot like megaton and i thought this on first viewing • i didn't even realize cooper was already shown sitting and waiting, the crossing of paths was crazy • lucy seeing degeneracy first hand 💀 • lucy seeing weird shit and smiling because she, too, is weird

• cooper mysteriously and sexily watching from afar after cornering his bounty • "barv get in here" not ma june calling her friend to come and point and laugh at lucy • moldaver being ma june's client and that's why she shuts lucy down so fast after she asks about that pip boy • ma june saying lucy got all ten fingers, damn the writers were so • "i know that it can't have been easy for you up here, what with all the murder and the dirt" lmao lucy please • lucy realising vault tec's demonic saviour complex is very hard to preach about to wastelanders, people who have survived for centuries and without the help of the vaulties • lucy really is from the rich part of town because ma june was so insulted by her lies, she took her gun out • cooper, siggi, lucy intersecting was so crazy though • kind of wondering why siggi didn't wear a disguise as a wanted man • siggi trying to be nice and warning lucy to leave versus ma june harshly reminding cooper him and his ghoul kind aren't wanted in filly • getting chills that siggi is explaining to lucy what her vault experiment basically was as i didn't see it as that on first watch • siggi was telling her to go home because if someone smart realized who she was or where she came from, all hell would break loose • ok so cooper says the bounty went out from all six agencies but i could only think of three, wondering who they all are • ma june mentions she was given caps for siggi's safe transport out of filly, cooper mentioning a bidding war, is that why he shot siggi's leg clean off [probably did because bounty was dead or alive] • ma june getting people clipped by putting caps on whoever can take cooper down first 😭 • cooper smiling as all them people descend on him because this is the "the love of the game" shit he was talkin' bout 😭💀 • "all this murder makin' me hungry" cooper essentially • him eating those cherry tomatoes and then paying for them 🥲 • almost forgot cooper actually did get shot multiple times and kept goin', ghouls are somethin' else • noticing cooper gave ma june a nonlethal leg shot versus basically sending siggi to his demise with his • cooper stabbing not shooting dogmeat • cooper was about to shoot but lucy's candor and morality was a breath of fresh air, he was so shook lmao • he was so charmed, he kept walking, leaving him open to her shooting him in quite literally his heart [ok symbolism] 😭, smiling and everything • "well now that is a very small drop in a very, very large bucket of drugs" lmaooo they created ultrajet for ghouls because jet isn't strong enough for them • lucy being immediately impressed with the t60 • i hate maximus had to lie because this was so "knight in shining armour" but why did he reveal his face to lucy knowing if the brotherhood of steel had found out this early about what he did, he'd be dead meat like • cooper almost shot that girl like three times ldgld • i genuinely think the tranquilizer effected him but just a teensy bit • siggi saying he could still make the trip and ma june saying he'd be lucky to make it to breakfast ☹️ • jim's limbs has be cracking up every time • them installing that robo leg onto siggi is the most gory and disgusting scene to me and i hope it gets worse • something oddly sweet about siggi saying lucy can take him to moldaver after nearly begging lucy to go back home for her own safety, she put her life on the line to save him 😞 • cooper getting mopped by maximus in that power suit sends • i didn't realize after maximus made cooper fall, cooper says "goddamn, that hurt" 😭 • "you drive that thing like a fucking shopping cart" and it's a power suit gldgfld • that snake oil salesman really was telling the truth, he maybe could've healed siggi • cooper petting dogmeat while giving them a stimpak, cooper showing a genuine smile while doing so • siggi really lost too much blood and i thought this back in filly • siggi saying the cynanide pill from vault tec was the most humane thing they produced, pre war was a dark time

[liverobinreaction]

I had the thought of damian being fucking incensed that tim is an absolute cat magnet. patrol? at least two stray cats are following him all the time. Alfred the cat tolerates everyone but loves damian. and tim. she's a little traitor. tim is the only one allowed to catsit for catwoman

HE GETS SO FUCKING MAD but thing is cats are proven to prefer people who just. Seem like they don't care. Take my dad; doesn't give a shit and yet he has three cats throwing themselves at him for attention (which he then gives under a reluctant guise)

"I dunno," Tim says smugly, a smirk on his lips. "Maybe they can still smell the diapers on you."

The only reason Damian doesn't murder Tim right then and there is because of the two cats flopped in his lap, both purring loud enough to be heard from a distance. Jason chokes down a laugh.

"I," Damian declares through gritted teeth, "am going to fill your bed with Titus' waste, Drake."

"You'd do that to these poor little kitties? Make their favourite person smell all bad and force them to cuddle?"

It's absolutely uncanny how Tim immediately utilises the patented Grayson puppy eyes, though on his face it looks less sweet and more haunted. Like one of those creepy dolls every second hand shop has and can't get rid of.

One of the cats just curls further into Tim's stomach, one paw reaching up to lovingly rest against his chest. Tim, for lack of a better word, melts. So does Damian.

"Look at her," Tim coos. "Aren't you the sweetest loveliest girl in the world?"

"On that we can agree on, Drake." Damian sniffs, but his hands curl longingly.

"I see you boys are taking a paws," a cheerful voice chimes in, and they look up to the sight of Catwoman lounging besides them. One of the cats instantly shoots up from Tim's lap to go and wind around her legs. The other stays firmly put.

Selina blinks at the sight, before throwing her head back.

"Next time I'm out of town, Little Red," she purrs, "I'm putting you on catsitting duty. Miss Porridge there hasn't even let me that close."

Damian's face turns a furious shade of red, and Jason swallows down his laugh. He knows that his little brother has been doing all sorts of odd-jobs for Selina on the off chance she lets him tag along, so to see her hand it over to Tim must burn.

Tim, like the idiot owl kid he is, just blinks.

"Does this mean I have a cat now?"

Selina grins, and scoops up the other cat.

"Nope. It means Miss Porridge has you as a human."

(reblogs appreciated)

[millenniallust4death]

what are your favorite registered names you’ve heard and, alternatively, favorite call names? they can go with the same dog or not :)

What an interesting question! I prefer dog names that are short, two syllables, start with a consonant, and end with a vowel. You know Bosco, Senta, etc. XD

Here are three dogs that I love seeing close up in a pedigree:

Gero Chmelovy Kvitek - Among his many positive traits, he could put drive into a stump. People always say this about the stud of the month but Gero actually delivered.

Cerberus Modrý Safír, better known as Cero. Linebred on Titus and Cordon. I don't know what more you'd want in a pedigree?

Nero vom Buchonia - All the things! Stellar nerve, biddable, solid temperament, and strong fight.

A friend is doing a breeding next year between a Cero daughter to Nero. I am working hard to be in a financial position to finally get a puppy. Obviously, I like a very specific type of workingline GSD. Fuck around and find out kind of dog. XD

[andywinter16]

Hahaha luche and Titus would still be in love but could you imagine Tredd? That man wouldn’t have any love just use the princess for his own gain and try to manipulate them you can’t change my mind in that

OOOOY! Don´t start about Tredd with me! He´s all in for that money! Which I think is also part why he chose to allegiate yourself with Niflheim, that sweet cash. (With Tredd is so hard to know his real motives, because in the scene when taunting Nyx, Tredd´s looked so confliced about Galadh) 

Grr, now I have a need to defend Tredd, because Titus and Luche also went for the benefits (no doubt about that), and those two are quite good at getting what they want. They just have the karma bitting them back. Hard. 

 But what is the most satisfying thing than seeing macho confident Tredd falling apart into the love hole because of our princess? He would be like a love sick puppy, not knowing what the hell is happening to him. Just utter mess of lovey dovey Tredd😉 And then image  If the princess knew about his manipulations, and was instead using him for her amusement.

“ Such good little fuck toy, you were”

Hahahahahah, he would lose it. Tredd would taste his own fucking medicine while his heart is breaking into million pieces. The betrayl in his pretty eyes, when you told him while bestowing upon him your last kiss.

“ Aww, is little Tredie sad? Look at your pouty lips.” Uno reverse Furia

[snugglebuddyhan]

A few minutes into the new Fallout series and they talking about fucking their cousins. Like woah lmaoooo

Also, if I see ONE radroach I'm deleting Prime

Lucy, Dane and Maximus are pretty asf

Why that man smacked Maximus in the face like thattttt. The sound lol

Them T-60 models are making me feel things

Now who done put razor blades in Danes boots. I feel like they want us to believe it was Maximus, but idk.......

Also, if it was there why did they put their whole ass foot in there AND then pull it out like that? I-

Ovulation is definitely going crazy, bc the way I had to take a deep breath and close my eyes in concentration to calm myself down when the man in the power armor stepped behind Maximus..........sheesh

Quintus calling Maximus a good boy.......maybe I shouldn't watch this right now

Okay, one more and I'll stop being horny, but that ghoul man Honcho'nem dug up is probably my worst hear me out yet

40 seconds into the second episode and they tossed a baby puppy in an incinerator.....

Ain't no way that turret missed EVERY single shot. His ass should have been minced meat

Knew it was only a matter of time before I saw a fucking roach

I said that was my last one, but the tension when Maximus went to put Titus's cod piece back on. The eye contact..... and when he wrapped his legs around him when they jumped out the helicopter..............I need to stop

Welp, I guess Titus should have kept his mouth shut

"She got killed there once"

Not the man fucking the chickens. Bro...

So, the ghoul killed the dog. Great

Oh, dog ain't dead

Damn, she's gotta cut off that man's head

Okay, so I wasn't actually expecting this show to be all that gorey, but when he crushed that man's head with the armors hand I gagged. Just nasty. I love it

The sound the little fawn made when that creature drug it in the water LMAO it's not funny, but it is

When Norm said "We can do what they would have done to us" I couldn't agree more. That's right

Why did he have to cut her finger off so slow, oh my god

I really, really, really hope those vault people wake up and kill the raiders they think they can so call rehabilitate. If they won't maybe Norm or Stephanie will. Somebody's got to do it

Why was Bert's feet so small lmao and not Chet saying he'll try to wear his shoes asskajajajakaksa what is his problem

"That is one wet lady" and it's just her water breaking on his hand lol I think this is a first for me

Somebody please find Lucy a goddamn boot

Had a feeling she was going to give the ghoul some of those vials. Too nice for her own good. Fuck that man

Should have kept your mouth shut Maximus

Okay, now I'm suspicious of Stephanie

[hintofelation99]

I’m not sure how Damian gets Titus in cannon but I love the idea of Bruce being like fine you can get a puppy and Damian picks Titus after months of research and Bruce is clueless that this puppers is going to be the size of a small horse

Ok, bear with me for a moment. So let's just sorta say 'fuck the timeline and screw all canon'. Because think of how it would be if Damian slowly built up to him bigger pets.

At first he gets Alfred the Cat, pretty small, not an issue. Bruce is glad that Damian's taking care of a living creature, he's proud of the compassion his son shows. And because of how proud he is he allows Damian to get another pet. This time a dog. Bruce is expecting a beagle or a golden retriever or any other medium to small dog. Instead he gets Titus. A big ass bear of a dog. I'd imagine that was frustrating, and shocking, but eventually Bruce moves past it. He said Damian could get a dog and, well, Damian got a dog. Then after begging he finally relents and lets Damian get another pet, thinking at worst it'll be another giant dog.

Well. He's not wrong.

Damian comes home with a cow. Damian comes home with a cow and declares it his new pet. And Bruce wants to be mad or annoyed or at the least a little cranky but now Damian is cuddling with a cow and going vegan because of his love for this cow. So instead of getting up Bruce supports his son and encourages him. Eventually Bruce even agrees to another pet.

That was a mistake.

It’s a mistake because Bruce assumed that no pet could top the sheet absurdity of his murder gremlin walking into Wayne Manor with dog that moo’d. It was a mistake because he assumed wrong. It was a mistake because not even a month later Damian brings home Goliath, and suddenly Bruce misses the days when Titus was the largest pet.

[bloodgoddarlin]

Some more fluff with Oddy!

First some more specifics with them and bench trio, then some of them being baby

Ranboo: Strip mining buddies! (My two favorite things to do in minecraft are strip mining and fishing so Oddy likes those too) and like. No better time for bonding than trauma dumping at midnight while doing something repetitive and calming. Always willing to help with his memory issues in any way they can (but like. They also have shitty memory but the normal kind. They can help with big things but mundane stuff? They're lost on it too.("can you help me remember where I'm putting this" "kid I absolutely can't, I put down a book 10 minutes ago and now I already can't find it") It's the adhd babey-)

Tubbo: God Oddy has such a soft spot. I mean he does for all of them but with Tubbo? They're his #1 apologist /hj

"The fact that a *kid*, in order to secure his safety, had to make fucking nukes, is not a failure on the kid's part, it's a failure on all of the adults in his life." -Oddy, definitely.

(Bonus snippet of a possible convo with Techno over this

"It's a government"

"It's as much a government as we are for living next to Phil and Ranboo."

"He's got nukes"

"You have withers. I'd expect you of all people to understand,  Mr. 'Universal language of violence' ")

Like frfr they try to take responsibility off him whenever they can.

Tommy: (okay I'm gonna admit I know a lot less about his character but I'm trying ♡ this is pretty post revival Tommy inspired bc I hc that post revival he feels way more jaded) learned very quickly that unlike the others who don't mind "kid" as a teasing/affectionate nickname, Tommy is definitely against it. They switched to calling him "big man" instead.

Here's a little snippet of a possible convo with them

"Hey big man, come sit here with me."

"..okay"

"You know it's okay to be a kid right? Being young is not a detractor. It's nice to be young, there's no need to rush to grow up"

"Too late. I'm not a kid. I'm a massive big man"

They barely would have to suppress a wince of sympathy. "In that case. It's okay to pretend. To pretend you don't feel the weight of stress on you. It's okay to, for even a short period, believe that if you fall, you have someone who will catch you, someone willing to be responsible for you"

"Not needed. But. ...I'll think about it..."

"I'll be here if you need me big man."

Also I imagine Oddy making a calm dome full of flowers (with a preference for azaleas, orchids, alliums, roses, and lilacs), pretty amethyst decorations, and a little redstone note block melody. It's not super hidden with any complicated hiding mechanism but it's out of the way away from everything else.

Now onto Odysseus being baby!

I'm not saying Oddy age regresses but also 👀 I'm not saying they don't. That's not for right now though.

Essentially they get into "if anyone I'd remotely mean to me I *will* burst into tears" moods. They're incredibly cuddly and sensitive in those moods. (The moods aren't common because Oddy is my "what if I went feral instead of being anxious and scared of confrontation" oc but they deserve a little anxiety and nonconfrontation. As a treat.)

They also get cold relatively easily and will be a big baby about it

Tech: *gets out of bed in the morning*

Oddy: evil, evil boyfriend, leaving me to die of hypothermia. It shall be a slow demise but at least when I perish I will feel warmth once again.

Tech: I'm still getting up

Oddy: *puppy cries* 🥺🥺 pls

Tech: darlin' I can't stay in bed all day.

Oddy: >=( I bet Titus wouldn't leave me like this. He's my favorite boyfriend now.

I don't want to be too much (both when it comes to the character and with the hcs) so I think that's it for this one (next hcs will be spicy if you're up for that?)

🌌anon

this has taken me forever to get to i am so sorry omg.

but yes i love this sm. oddy do be soft & protective. personally i think we should sic him on c!dream /j

[psybrepunk]

It feels so funny sometimes being someone that has kept a number of types of exotic animal but was never allowed to have a dog. 

I've kept insects, I've kept all manner of reptiles including a lizard from the same family as Komodo dragons, I've kept rodents and lagomorphs, I've kept talking parrots and corvids and chickens so fancy we kept them in the house.

And yet the most exotic and magical-seeming animal I've ever had, that felt like something that couldn't even be real, is my dog.  Every time I look at my dog it's like I'm looking at him for the first time, when he was just a puppy I was fixated on at an acquaintance's house.  And I fall in love all over again every moment he smiles at me. 

My dog is stupid as shit and is awfully behaved but we understand one another.  He barks at people that make me uneasy and he brings me to the floor to lick my tears away when I'm crying.  He loves my mother and my husband with his whole being. He has stood between me and a charging German Shephard that was thrice his size, and sustained a bite because of it. 

This furry imbecile is the love of my life and I hate that I only get 7-9 more years with him because no amount of time would be enough. 

Jesus fucking christ I love Titus

THIS IS MY SON (and my mom)

[caparrucia]

@sparklecryptid replied to your post “@sparklecryptid out here making me want to write...”:

He’s just a fun guy to play with! I want to crack him open like an egg and see what makes him tick! Also I’m :eyes emoji: we love your feral Regis over here. He’s lovely!

​He really is! Canon gives you just enough to figure out a silhouette but there's so much you can fill in yourself! It's great.

Aww, thanks! :D

I'm writing feral puppy!Regis who is the living embodiment of FUCKING TRY ME, BRO, but I just remembered an old AU of actual ruthless fucking bastard Regis and I'm chewing at it now and it's aaaaall your fault.

I think I just need to write a lot of Titus/Regis fun times.

[astrovian]

A short list of just some of the Shakespearian roles I am desperate to see Richard Armitage play (on stage):

Oberon in A Midsummer Night's Dream

RA would shine in this role & you know it. Just the right amount of menacing fairy king, combined with the correct dash of mischeviousness & dry humour. I'm thinking an Oberon adaptation along the same lines as John Light's portrayl in the 2013 Globe production (for the characterisation, not the shirtlessness 😂)

Richard III in Richard III

I mean, duh

Beatrice/Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing

I initially automatically went Benedick because I fucking love Beatrice & Benedick and will take them to my grave and so immediately thought hmmm.... Benedick? I mean, you can't tell me that RA acting like a lovesick puppy wouldn't be amazing. It would be such a delightfully unexpected role for RA!!

But then I realised. BEATRICE. He would NAIL Beatrice (regardless of gender)???

The disgust, the hatred, the utter confusion & sharp wit?? The horrific flirting??? The unexpected tenderness?? RA would be the ultimate Beatrice and nothing in the world can convince me otherwise

anyway, I would take RA as either one please but Beatrice would be the ultimate dream

Titus in Titus Andronicus

A gritty role RA could really sink his teeth into. We already know RA does the whole 'slow character descent into madness' thing well - it would be amazing to see even an inkling of that live on stage

[orionlancasterr]

Do you have any pets? what's your opinion on animals? Your blog is great I love it -bigmoodquotes

HH thank you!! I love you blog too! I have three animals inside, Titus and Theo my 10 month Cane Corso puppies and Leia who's my cat! (idk what breed she is but she's long haired)  We live outside of town so we have a lot of feral cats and a few of them were born up around the house and I was able to handle them enough so they’re super friendly! Those ones would be Goblin and Cinnamon!! I fucking love animals man, some of the first hyperfixiations I can remember were about animals! I have this massive book one of the cardboard ones it was huge at least when I was 5 lmao and each page was a different biome and a bunch of animals that were native to that biome! (I was also a warrior cats kid but thats a different story)

[secondgenerationnerd]

Yes tell us about Charlie and Asha!!

Charlie is older than Asha by about a month. Her birthday is May 29th and Asha’s is July 4.

Charlie had to spend time in an inpatient psychiatric hospital after escaping CADMUS. She met Asha right after Christmas.

When they met, Asha took one look at the painfully shy Charlie, took her hand, and said they were going to go play (similar to how their mothers became friends)

They bond over their love of animals. I thought it would be cool if Titus mated with another dog and Asha got to keep one of the puppies. She and Charlie play with her pupper all the time.

If at the Kent house, they spend a lot of time outside exploring.

Asha is the braver of the two, but that only helps Charlie become braver.

They decide to go to the same college since they both want to become vets (yes I will make their dorm in sims if you want)

In college, they both meet people who are seemingly perfect for them.

Charlie’s terrified of moving forward with the guys even though she really really likes him. Asha tells her “CADMUS got your childhood. At this point, the best fuck you would be to live your life on your terms”

Asha goes into the hero life while Charlie doesn’t. Charlie worries about her cousin a lot, especially when Asha gets hurt.

They have “emergency dance parties” when life get too stressful

Asha doesn’t have siblings, but she looks at Charlie like her sister. Charlie looks at Asha the same way

Omega squad thinks it’s hilarious how much the girls get along given how much Jon and Damian didn’t when they were kids.

GOD HELP THE PERSON WHO PISSES EITHER OF THESE GIRLS OFF

[summcrtimesadness]

☼ - Titus/danielle

Send ☼ + a ship and i’ll…

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation titus

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them dani would totally ask titus to do this for the gram, but secretly have a bunch of photos of titus

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy definitely titus with those lame romantic movies she likes so much

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them honestly? titus 100000% but lmao he has a wife so what’s he doing 

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them back in school, dani was very studious and titus was a grade a idiot 

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated dani is better at that than titus who is terrible with that stuff 

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do okay titus is the stormer and i know for a FACT that dani is the crier

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows dani definitely!!

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky oh neither, they’re not like that 

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car dani probably, titus takes car washing v seriously

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays this is 100% dani she loves it and titus loves how much she loves it

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other probably dani because titus can only ignore dani for .3 seconds

who plays with the others’ hair more dani probably plays with titus’ hair lots more

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored titus defs!!

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can oh they’re not like that next

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up dani but titus would never do it seriously 

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up ha ha

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one titus forgets but will hold dani’s umbrella for her

who demands showering first in the mornings titus lets dani

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings none titus has never thought about that no way

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games dani is the games lady and titus is definitely the scary coaster rider

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond titus, especially when he has a question (or stuck on a question when they were in school)

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight TITUS THE FOOL

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets n e i t h e r

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can .both!!!!!

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet titus is so loud, and dani has to tell him to shh all the time, imagine them in the library studying? ha ha ha 

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

A Little Family All My Own - fic

For @mayleebaby28! Thank you for donating to my fundraiser and being one of the kindest persons I’ve ever met on this hellsite. <333 Their reward request was an open prompt.

Characters: Kon-El, Tim Drake, bit of Damian and less of Bruce. Summary: Kon-El has a little brother named Jon. A/N: This is purposely vague and kind of universe-mixing (preboot, rebirth, whatever else) because I’m not reading current comics with Kon in it and only know what out of context panels I see. Does he have a baby? Is he married? I don’t know. So ignore all that. Damian also did not let Kon in the house, but knew he was there, and had recently had a similar conversation with Jon. So, he’s just a smart baby.

~~

The air in the manor always seemed different when a Kryptonian was visiting.

So when Tim slowly closed the front door behind him, he quickly began listing in his brain. No emergencies that he knew of from the League, or cases any of his siblings might have called in help for, or even holidays or birthdays.

Jon visiting Damian after school? It’d been a while since the two had had a sleepover, or time to be just friends outside of teammates.

No. As Tim passed the parlor, he could see Damian in there reading a book, absently petting the cat lying on his chest.

Clark visiting to talk about news or politics on his way between Metropolis and Kansas?

Nope, not that either, as Bruce appeared in the parlor out of the door connecting to the kitchen, newspaper under his arm and carrying two steaming mugs of tea for himself and Damian.

He gave Bruce a wave and smile when he glanced up, but continued towards the stairs without a word.

Kara here, with Dick maybe? Since the girls tended to stay with Barbara at the clock tower.

No, Dick is in Bludhaven, and the visits are rare these days. And even if he was here, he’d have been found with Damian at least.

So, he thought as he climbed the stairs and walked towards his room, who else would that leave?

But then he put his hand on the handle, turned it, pushed the door open. And found someone lying on his bed.

He blinked. Oh. Yeah.

Kon.

Kon, who’d been stuck in space and time for the last however many years. Kon, who he just refound, and so much had changed between them already.

Kon, who used to break into his city and apartment and office building all the time, so why is he surprised that it’s happened now, even after everything?

“Hey, Kon.” He said anyway, nonchalantly. Kon was sprawled dramatically along the end of his bed, arms spread from his sides as he stared blankly at the ceiling. “What’s up?”

Kon didn’t answer. Just sighed deeply.

“Everything…okay?” Tim tried, closing the door behind him. “What’s wro-”

“I have a brother.” Kon whispered.

Oh. Yeah. That was one of those big changes.

“…I know.” Tim offered. That seemed to get Kon out of his stupor. “I’ve met him.”

“Of course you have.” He snorted, sitting up. He dropped his elbows to his knees. Stared at the floor for a moment, then glanced over. “His name’s Jon. He’s…ten?”

“Correct.” Tim walked forward. “Have you met him yet?”

“No, I…” Kon shook his head as Tim sat next to him. “I don’t know…how.”

A pause.

“But you do.” Kon hummed. Tim cocked his head to the side. “You had a brother show up in your life when he was ten.”

“Well, sure. But Damian and Jon could not be more different if they tried.” A slight smirk, as Tim thought about it. “Which makes it pretty funny that they’re best friends, honestly.”

“Tim, I’m serious.” Kon huffed. “I know Damian was…a monster back then and Jon probably isn’t, but…what am I supposed to do here?”

“I can’t answer that, Kon. You know that.” Tim sighed. “Damian and I aren’t biologically related. You and Jon are.”

“Still…” Kon shrugged. Tim watched him knowingly. “…What’s he like?”

Tim smiled. “He’s cute. Very…eager. Damian says he’s like a puppy sometimes.”

“…So a mini-Clark.” Kon smiled too.

Tim laughed. “A little, yeah. But also so very obviously Lois’s son.” A twist of his lips to think. “He’s a little…naive, though. But I guess most ten-year-olds are. My only experience with ten-year-olds is…Damian. And he’s a freak.”

Kon chuckled softly. “But you and the kid are good now.”

Tim shrugged himself. “We’re good enough. A lot…a lot happened while you were gone, Kon. Put a lot of things in perspective, for the both of us.”

Kon nodded. “Am I…I don’t…what should I be feeling?”

“About Jon? Whatever you want to feel.”

“I want to say I feel replaced.” Kon admitted, gently wringing his hands together. “But that would like…be like saying I ever wanted to be Clark’s son in the first place.”

“Do you feel replaced?” Tim pushed. “Because I know I did. So if you do, that’s totally normal.”

Kon shook his head. “Not really. I think I just feel…nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Because now it’s not just Clark. Now there’s two people who have my DNA. Now, I…I actually have a little family. Not just an unknowing sperm donor who’s doing his best. Now I have a little brother.” Kon’s voice became lighter and quieter and airy in disbelief the more he spoke. “That makes me a big brother. A real big brother. And…how do I do that? How do I be a big brother? How do I protect him? Am I even supposed to? Should I keep my distance? Should I bother at all?”

“Kon, relax. You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Tim put a hand on his shoulder. Squeezed until Kon took a deep breath.

“And then…the other problem.” Kon whispered, and when he looked up at Tim, he looked terrified. “Lex.”

Tim paused, blinked.

“Does Lex know about Jon? If I go meet him, will Lex find out? Will Lex try to use him against me? Will Lex try to hurt him?” Kon was shaking his head, and already his eyes were starting to mist. “I can’t let Lex hurt a ten-year-old, Tim. I can’t let this kid get hurt because of me.”

Tim blinked twice more, then laughed out loud. “You Supers, I swear.”

“What?!”

“I’m assuming Clark told you about Jon, right?” Kon nodded. “Didn’t he mention that Jon’s been developing his own Kryptonian powers? That he’s been going by Superboy for the last year? That he’s already tougher than my whole family combined?”

“That doesn’t matter. He’s ten.” Then a frown. “Or are you saying you’re fine with letting Damian go out on his own, say, against his stupid mom just because you know he’s really well trained?”

Tim returned the frown. “Low blow, man. I’m sure Clark told you what happened to Damian too.”

Kon looked down in remorse. Bit his lip and nodded absently. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“…I get your point though.” Tim admitted. “And it’s…adorable, that you’re already so worried about him. But I don’t think that’s something you need to worry about. Trust me, Jon’s already been through some real shit, worse than Lex could probably ever throw at him, and came out better on the other side.”

Kon didn’t move, but his body language said he didn’t quite believe that.

Tim smiled again. “…You love him already, don’t you?”

“Clark showed me a picture of him and Krypto.” Kon mumbled in embarrassment. “And he’s so fucking precious I want to die.”

Tim snorted and pushed Kon’s shoulder. Kon smiled weakly.

“What do I do, Tim? How do I…approach him? Should I just do it? Talk to Lois and Clark first? What kind of things does he like, should I bring him a present?” He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair. Stared at his shoes for a full minute in silence. Long enough for Tim to tune in to the rest of the house. Heard Titus barking, and the front door open. Soft voices in the foyer.

And as Tim was slightly distracted, Kon whispered: “Do you think he knows about me?”

Well, Tim couldn’t answer that.

“Do you think Clark told him anything? Or did he think I was gone for good, so just kept it all a big secret from the kid?” Kon breathed.

Tim silently listened, but found himself tuning back in to the voices in the hall. There was a group of people. Adults, female and male. Another dog? A child, or children. He could hear Damian talking to that one.

“And if he doesn’t, should I even bother?”

Someone on the stairs, someone walking towards Tim’s room. A dog trotting behind.

Then, a gentle knock, followed by the door immediately opening anyway. Damian appeared, looking curiously around the room before landing on the bed. He glanced at Kon only briefly, and didn’t seem all that surprised to see him.

“Drake.” He said instead, as Titus barreled into the room, trotting immediately towards Kon and giving him his best tail wag.

“What’s up, kid?” Tim asked nonchalantly, felt Kon sit up straight next to him, staring just as curiously back at the youngest of the Bat clan.

“The Kents are here.” Damian hummed, almost like he knew. And maybe he did. Maybe he knew Kon was here. Maybe he was the one who let Kon into the house, and showed him to Tim’s room. Maybe he knew what Kon’s dilemma was. Maybe he was the one who called the Kents over, under the guise of something else.

Regardless, he said nothing else. Just waited for Tim to nod in confirmation, then disappeared back into the hall.

“…Well.” Tim huffed, standing. Titus wagged his tail harder, and began tugging at Kon’s sleeve to make him follow Tim. Tim watched Kon with a smile, then held his hand out to him. “Only one way to find out, don’t you think?”