Eight-year-old Aidan was scowling deeply, his caterpillar eyebrows making a v shape in his still rounded babyface. He was a year younger, and they were carbon copies of each other; the same untamed, charcoal black hair. Same dark eyes that wouldn’t tell much on their own. Unlike his big sister, Aidan wore his feelings all over his face; every wrinkle of his nose or movement of his mouth amplified whatever feelings were driving the words being spoken.
“Who wants to know?” he said. It was immediately clear he was ready to stick up for the sibling in question. The self-same sister was presently slightly behind her brother, one hand clasped in his own grubby palm.
“She does the best voices when we read together,” he boasted, small stature trying to rise higher,”She can climb anythin’, I seen it, Alcide lost a bet tryin’ to prove she couldn’t. He had to eat a toad and he chickened out.” There’s a snort of laughter from behind him, and the thump of a hand on his back to stop. It only seemed to encourage him.
“He dared her to eat a beetle once ‘cause he was feelin’ sore about it, and she did. Even if it did taste like this.” He scrunched his face up into a look of absolute disgust. “She’s good at findin’ things. Mum says if it weren’t for her none of us would have a shirt with a full set of buttons.”
“Mum likes to tell tall tales and you know it,” Honoura replied, with a hiss, and right before Aidan could open his mouth again, she gave him a rough shove and darted off, the loud declaration of “You’re it!” ringing through the trees.
Julian was just turned away by the hotel’s casino again–– different security guy but same problem. “Man, this sucks,” he complained to himself as he turned from the casino once more. He’d been so spoiled by Carver who let him drink from the mini bar back at the room and the bartenders back at the Haus in Virginia that he almost forgot how blindly underaged he looked and indeed definitely was. Even with a fake the babyfaced nineteen year old doubted he would pass under anyone’s radar and with Carver taking a nap Julian was shit out of luck of having any sort of fun. The thought of wandering around Las Vegas alone wasn’t appealing so Julian made his way down to the lobby and grabbed one of the complimentary decks of cards and took a seat at one of the tables in the lobby. The boy had just gotten to the second level of the house of cards he was building when someone walked by a little too quickly and thus knocked it down.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going.” Julian complained loud enough for the man to hear him. It’d taken him a half hour to get to this point and now it was ruined in a flash.
Does that mean Bruce will have Affleck's face, yet it'll be the same new 52 continuity? Because that means babyface-still-30something-year-old Bruce Wayne will suddenly have a middle-age man's face all of the sudden and I imagine Alfred going "Master Bruce, is something... off?"
He looks like a good boy, but he’s got a wicked streak; you knew it the first time you caught him biting his lip and tossing a wink your way. This was a boy who practiced lines in the mirror, he was way too smooth for his 17 year old babyface. It seemed inevitable that the years of harmless flirtation and those big brown eyes were bound to wear you down sooner or later.