knight of dorks


Lana Beniko is not amused.

Oh, look! A dead Robin. What a surprise! Haha!

My favorite Odd Couple :) I enjoy drawing them so damn much :D

Summer Rose’s Fate?

There’s probably a metric ass-ton of evidence supporting the contrary, but what if Summer Rose is not actually deceased but instead… trapped in the Grimm dimension? If nobody could find her, then people would naturally assume that she died on a mission. What if she fought Salem herself or an agent of Salem and she was disintegrated in the same manner that Pyrrha was, creating absolutely no trace for others to find?

It’s interesting that the details surrounding her disappearance/death are a bit… vague. Yang simply said that “she went on a mission and never came back”. While yes there is an altar dedicated to her, that could be all it is… just an altar and not an actual grave.

A few of the lyrics for ‘Red Like Roses’ may lend of bit of credibility to this.

I wanna tell you that you’re all that ever mattered
want you to know that for eternity i’m shattered

Notice the word choice here… shattered. It’s more than likely that this is a long shot, but hear me out.

Shattered… sound familiar? It is an ongoing theory that Pyrrha is not actually dead, but was instead transported to the Grimm dimension. And it does make sense that it would be Pyrrha who was transported there, after all… she is one of the most powerful fighters in the series.

As for the ‘eternity’ part, what if Summer Rose was doomed to spend the rest of eternity trapped in Salem’s dimension, so that she could never use her awesome Silver Eye power against her? Or worse, what if Salem somehow corrupted Summer to be used as an agent against the forces of good? Someone as old and as powerful as Salem would definitely be aware of the legend of the Silver-Eyed Warriors… and guess what colour eyes Summer’s eyes were? Silver. Bingo. If Salem had a Silver-Eyed Warrior on her side, either as a captive or an agent, she would be pretty much unstoppable.

Summer being transported to the Grimm dimension and being trapped there for the past 15 or so years does make a lot of sense.

Can you do an imagine/blurb/whatever you feel like doing with a vulnerable joker? Something bad happens and the reader has to comfort J/he leans on her for comfort?

“Breaking news - the Batman is dead. We have just received word that the Batman is dead,” the newswoman said from the television.

The Joker was sprawled out on the bedroom floor, only the light from the screen cutting through the darkness. He hasn’t been able to move since they first announced his death. And it hadn’t even been his doing. The Riddler, for God’s sake, managed to best the Dork Knight, and put an end to their legendary rivalry.

“Hey J…? I brought you that whiskey you asked for…” Y/N said timidly, pushing the bedroom door open with a bottle in her hand.

Lifting his arm, he waved his hand, beckoning her over. She quickly crossed over to him, dropping to her knees beside him and cradling his head in her lap. J brought the bottle to his lips, taking a large swig.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N asks softly, running her fingers through J’s hair.

“No, I don’t wanna talk about it!” he shouted, pausing before continuing in a softer tone, “I just can’t believe he’s gone…”

“I know, sweetie,” she whispers, placing a kiss on his forehead.

Sitting up and staggering to his feet, anger flashed in his eyes as he growled, “I should have been the one that killed the Bat! Nygma had NO right doing that! Batman was only MINE to kill!”

Throwing the bottle against the wall, Y/N flinched as she watched the glass fall to the floor. She backed herself up against the foot of the bed, wanting to be as far out of his way as she could. But he turned to face her still, angrily stomping over to her and kneeling down in front of her.

Grabbing onto her shoulders, the Joker lifted his small girlfriend up and gave her a quick shake. And then she noticed the tears that had come to his eyes.

Leaning forward and clutching onto Y/N, the Joker mumbled into her chest, “He was mine to kill, Y/N… Mine…”

sometimes I like to look at my life and remind myself that I have two cats named Merlin and Mordred, and three chickens called Lancelot, Percival and Gwaine. We’re still waiting for an Arthur.