Jason: We Need A Distraction! Any Volunteers!?

Jason: We need a distraction! Any volunteers!?

Tim: Hey Kon!

Jason: There's no way your boy toy is listening right now-

Kon: You called?

Jason: Wow. Just like a dog. Alright. Why is Superboy distracting for us today?

Kon: Tim lost poker night and owes me

Dick: Guys, we need to focus on-

Jason: No, no, no. We're getting into this. Timmy, how in fuck did you lose poker!? You can count cards blindfolded and drugged!

Kon: I took off my shirt

Jason: Ok, you're both thirsty idiots. Good to know

I love your hero and villain writings so so much. If you’re interested, maybe you could do a snippet about an older villain picking up a newbie villain to train and realizing the newbie has the strength to easily kill them and their reaction to that fact?

The villain stared at the room, wide-eyed. The smoking ruin of a bunker with the teenager untouched and unscathed in the centre. 

The younger smirked at them, waggling their fingers, all cockiness except for the hunger in their eyes. 

“You,” the villain said, slow and appreciative, “are quite something, aren’t you? You’re beautiful. Deadly.” They let the flattery slip from their tongue and watched the younger lap of every drop of praise.

“I could take you apart in my sleep. Remind me why I need your help again?” 

The villain smirked back, strolling forward, catching the other’s chin between two fingers. “You don’t need my help,” they said.”You do want my attention though, don’t you? You’re practically gasping for approval with that little piece of showmanship there. It’s very cute.” 

The teenager coloured at that. 

The villain tightened their grip slightly to keep the younger’s stare from sliding away. “Also, raw power won’t give you the world. You could probably take it without my help, but I don’t think you’d hold it very long. It’s the problem with having that much power, typical child genius finally swimming outside of their little fish bowl. You’re not used to having to think too hard because your gifts giving you 90% of the world and whatever you like. I can give you that 10% you’re itching for. The strategies, the connections, the reputation…” The villain smiled. “You’re a perfect weapon and I think I know just where we should point you first.”

“I could just kill you and take your connections that way.”

The villain laughed. “No one follows a tyrant for long, kid. Fear is useful - loyalty works much better if you want to avoid a mutiny. You’re powerful. You’re not invincible. If the masses turn on you you’ll be left with a graveyard to rule and that sounds rather grim for everyone involved. Don’t you think? Power is nothing without someone to exercise it on and someone to appreciate it.” 

The teenager was powerful, yes. There was absolutely no denying that now. But, as a general rule, the villain had learned people didn’t generally turn to their criminal professions as a top choice. They all wanted something that normal life wouldn’t give them. With someone who already had all the power…the villain softened their expression. “And I do appreciate it,” they said. “The world turned it’s back on you, feared you for what you could do, would see what you are locked away and used when and where they say for their ends. I am not the world.” 

The kid didn’t come to them for training - they came for validation, for understanding. And, well, affection was the easiest manipulation in the world. 

The villain let go and looked around their broken training room. “Dinner on me? I’d say you’ve probably just about worked up an appetite.”

The teenager grinned.

THIS TOOK TOO LONG why did I do this to myself LOL Based of this post I made earlier. Added extra scene below. Dick is also the hardest one to draw for me.. idky Pretty boys are not my strong suit XD

It's his weakness...

When Caroline Walter of Freiburg, Germany died at the age of 16, her sister, ,Selma, had a sculptor cast a life size sculpture for the gravestone - Every morning since Caroline’s funeral, a fresh flower was found tucked in the crook of the arm, and still is to this day - Nobody knows who leaves it - Every single morning! - Caroline died in 1867 - For 146 years, someone has been leaving flowers…

I know for a fact Bruce would give the most powerful and destructive dad hugs. they are always unexpected they are always suffocating he says nothing before or after. crush the child within the muscles. its a car compactor but for children.

Some drawings from little edits Ive posted the past month or so. You can see them on my insta (@star_bite) or TikTok (@star_bite)