glasshalfdruunk  asked:

First off, Congrats on 1K followers!! Second, thank you for all the wonderful art. Many a day has been cheered by seeing your art pop up on my dash. Anywho, if you are still doing requests, I would love to see Clark in your style decked out in Batman gear acting like Batman fanboy (either to mess with Bruce or just because he's serious, either way would be funny). Bonus if Clark catches Bruce wearing something with Superman logo later too (closet fanboy Bruce, haha)

Thank you so so so much! You request is so funny!

HEY EVERYONE! So I’m having a difficult time coming up with things to draw lately and just dislike everything I’m working on. So if anyone has any ideas, please let me know! (Preferably batfamily!) I’d love to do a bunch of quick simple sketches to try to get the juices flowin! A few people have made some suggestions, but I’d love some more!

When Eyes Meet: Part 1

This series feature’s my OC Kit, and her family. Below are links that provide more information. Enjoy!


“He lost his shoe, Diane. His shoe. How does a certified genius lose his shoe?” Diane, the planner for the event simply smiled, before taking a piece of pastry and popping it in her mouth.

“And then there’s Aki, she’s joined the theatre club. I’ve been listening to her and Maia run lines for the past week, and to be honest, I don’t know if I can take much more.” Diane’s smile widened, and Kit took a deep breath before trudging on in her rant,

“On top of that, Seth was suspended… again. And oh, yeah he’s failing math and science.” Kit focused on her friend before asking, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?”

    Diane brushed her hands off, swallowed her bit of food, and then smirked, “Only what I’ve been saying for the past four months. You need a vacation.”

    Kit felt her face slip into a deadpan, before her mouth twisted into a scowl, “You’re not funny.”

    Diane leaned over the counter, “Just a weekend Kit. They can survive for a weekend.”

    Kit envied Diane, the woman had no clue what went into raising two teenagers and a boy genius. She was blissfully unaware of the constant teacher phone calls, the exaggerated, blown out of proportion arguments, lost shoes and books, and the nagging of a know-it-all aunt who wanted to take over. Kit could feel her hair graying by the day, and it was a damn shame. Her hair was pretty.

    “How about just a night. We both have Wednesday and Thursday off. You can get a baby sitter and we can PARTY!” Kit said nothing as she removed food from the oven. “Come on Kit you’re twenty five, not fifty two! We should have some fun.”

    Kit turned and stared at her friend, “I’m a single mother to three kids Diane. They come first, and that means putting my party days behind me.”

    Diane’s pout was on par with Aki’s, “You’re no fun anymore Kit. Come on don’t you want to relive the good old days? Central City, the clubs, the drinks?”

    Kit smiled, “That’s why they call them the good old days… they’re in the past.”

    Diane shrugged, “Fine, fine, but one of these days you and I are going out again.”

    Kit nodded, “Try me when Natsume turns eighteen. Now then, how’s the setup going?”

    Suddenly the party girl was gone, “We are right on schedule. Tables are set up, servers are arriving, the sound system is set up, and the band is unpacking as we speak.”

    Kit let out a sigh of relief. Kit had found out very quickly that restaurant hours were not great for raising kids. With the help of Anna Bailey, Kit had started a catering business. She had brought on Diane three months in, to handle the actual running of the events. A party girl who knew how to work a room, Diane was the perfect personality to mix with the high profile clientele they mixed with on a regular basis. It also allowed Kit to hide in the kitchen away from prying eyes.

    After several successes for Blair’s Flare Catering, Kit had begun to get calls from the rest of Gotham’s socialites. She stayed fairly busy, and was able to provide for her siblings. With a smile Kit watched Diane leave the kitchen in favor of overseeing the circus outside of her kitchen.

    Kit moved around the kitchen seamlessly, moving in unison with her kitchen staff. The food was well on it’s way to being ready, and Kit was feeling confident. She may not be the best mother in the world, but she was a damn good chef.

    “Miss Blair.”

    Taking a deep breath Kit turned towards her employer for the evening, giving a small smile she said, “Good evening Mr. Pennyworth.”

    The older man had a kind face, but he was a snoop. She’d kicked him out of the kitchen a number of times, and she had long figured out that this kitchen was his baby. It was pristine with all the latest gadgets. It was organized in a very specific way, and Kit could tell that it was taken care of with love.

    “Everything is going well I hope.”

    Kit smiled, “Everything is right on track. The food will be ready soon, and my event coordinator tells me that all the guests are comfortable and well taken care of.”

    “Indeed, the appetizers are going over very well. They’ve received more than a few compliments.”

    “I’m glad.”

    “Mr. Wayne in particular liked the crabcakes.”

    Kit blinked a few times before asking, “Mr. Wayne … as in Bruce Wayne.”

    The smile over the butler’s lips was kind, “Indeed. He just recently returned from traveling abroad. This function serves not only as a fundraiser for the Wayne charities, but as a welcome home party as well.”

    Kit nodded, “Well then, I’m glad he’s enjoying the party.”

    Mr. Pennyworth smiled and said, “Indeed Ms. Blair. Now then, are you sure you don’t need any help.”

    “Positive.”

    Kit was forced to hold back a smile at the way his face dropped ever so slightly, before watching him turn and walk away. With a smile she turned back to work.

    Bruce Wayne had always considered galas a necessary evil. While they allowed him to raise money for the Wayne Foundation, they were also a mix of the smarmiest people on the earth. He hadn’t missed them in the eight years he’d been gone. However, his training had left him with certain abilities, at the top were fighting and escape. However he had also learned evasive maneuvers, and misdirection.

    In the three hours since the gala had started he’d only found himself in conversations for a few minutes at a time, before he was able to pass it off to someone else. The evasive maneuvers came in hand when dealing with the hoard of socialite women looking for their perfect match.

    Bruce wanted to laugh at the number of women trying to catch his eye, to have their right eye be the same shade of brown as his left. He’d briefly considered putting in a color contact to fool people into thinking he’d found his soulmate while he was away; Alfred had quickly squashed that plan.

Grabbing another crab cake from a passing server he veered left as Lilian Evertseen peeked over the crowd searching for him. He slipped outside into the cold Gotham winter and let out a breath of relief. That woman had been after him since before he had left. He’d finally met her gave on just to make a point. It hadn’t stopped her. She was determined to get her hands on him and his family’s money. It had gotten so bad, that it had become a running joke in Gotham’s highest running social circles. She had even earned the name Lillian the Bruce-hound.

Bruce took in a deep breath of winter air, before patting the inside of his jacket for a cigar. He cut the tip, before lighting it, and taking a deep drag. It had been years since he’d had one, and Alfred has been kind enough to slip a few into his tux coat to get him through the night.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet for a moment before the hints of a one sided conversation caught his ear. He followed the sound of the voice. It was female and more than a little exasperated.

“Yes Aki, I understand that the music is loud …yes I can hear it through the phone … yes … yes … No … Because you’ve spent the last three weekends at Maia’s place … Oh really, I hadn’t realized our apartment was so much smaller, you know what … you might be better off finding that shoe box you keep talking about … yes I’m serious …go find yourself a shoe box …I take that as a compliment … Yes put Natsume on the phone … what do you mean you can’t find him? Have you checked under the sink? I’ll wait …”

Bruce took another drag of his cigar before peeking around the corner. Immediately his mind began to analyze; Asian descent, most likely Japanese, mid to late twenties, and exhausted from the way she was propping herself against the wall. He pulled back and continued to listen.

“Hey bud, is there any particular reason you’re reading under the sink … oh … I didn’t know that. That explains the shoe at the very least … yes …okay …no … after your bedtime … Well I miss you too. The good news is I have tomorrow morning off, maybe we can go for pancakes … Well I don’t think a Japanese restaurant will be open that early …OHHH you want me to cook?”

Bruce peeked around the corner to find her smiling. She was pretty when she smiled. And then as though in slow motion, Bruce watched as her head turned towards him, their eyes met, and everything went white. Everything else disappeared, she became the only thing he could see, and from the way she was looking at him, he’d bet an arm that the same was happening to her.

As the light faded, he watched her stand, and her finger hit the red button, before he heard her whisper, “Well damn.”

Hiraeth

Hiraeth (n) Homesickness, or an intense longing for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

Or the one where Jason angsts a lot over Bruce’s father skills and ends up volunteering himself to carry a sleeping Damian to bed.

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It’s a private moment, so intimate that Bruce’s not even willing to share it with the sleeping child he’s holding in his arms, not really. Because Damian won’t know about any of this. Won’t know about the kisses and the caresses, and the gentle nuzzles, and the careful way his father holds him against his chest, the protectiveness in his eyes, the little smile on his lips while he watches him sleep.

It’s a private moment, and definitely not something meant for Jason to see, but being in the wrong place at the wrong time is kinda the story of Jason’s life, and so here he is, standing in the dark hallway of a house where he doesn’t belong anymore, watching a father that he lost a lifetime ago holding a brother that he can’t really claim as his own.

And it hurts.

It hurts even if it’s unfair on his part, because Damian deserves this, deserves a father that holds and cuddles and cherishes him, and yeah, it would do a lot more good to both of them if said father did all of that while Damian was awake, but Jason thinks they’re getting there. It only took four fucked up sons and the death of two of them, but they’re getting there. And just because it’s too late for him (and for Dick, and for Tim) it doesn’t mean that Damian shouldn’t have it.

As a matter of fact, Jason’s all for giving the brat all of it: a caring father, an adoring older brother, a dysfunctional family ready to go to hell and back in order to bring him home. Because Jason may not be good at this family thing – like, at all – but he wants to watch Damian grow up too, possibly a little less fucked up than the rest of them – although that may be asking for too much, given the kid’s family, himself included.

So yeah, he doesn’t resent Damian one bit for this, yet it still hurts.

It hurts even if it shouldn’t, because Bruce is almost nothing to him now. Gone are the days when he thought of him as a father, gone is the burning anger, and even the betrayal. Jason doesn’t know what’s left of them nowadays, but whatever it is, it shouldn’t be enough to make something inside his stomach turn into stone. It shouldn’t be enough to make him feel like this.

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Justice League
Jason s/o taken by the joker

Warning: blood and torture.

- Nothing has ever scared the boy more
- Like he has the whole bat clan helping.
- It takes a few hours, but they finally find them.
- Joker is laughing holding a bloody crowbar.
- His s/o is next to the joker bruised and bloody.
- He jumps Joker so fast no one can react.
- Like by the time the family can get ahold of him, joker is almost in a coma.
- Batman tries to talk him down.
- It takes Tim and Dick to hold him back.
- It isn’t until he hears his s/o hoarse voice that he snaps out of his rage.
- He is by their side in a second.
- He is begging them to stay awake.
- He can’t lose them. They are his life.
- They go straight to the hospital.
- It took hours of surgey, but they are alive.
- Jason never leaves the side of the hospital bed.
- Blames himself and debates leaving them for their own good.
- Yet when they wake up and give a small smile he can’t.