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starter for @avisxe!

3:00 am , the clock on the Batcomputer read. Damian sat in the chair facing the monitor, carefully monitoring the locations and activities of each member of his family while listening for signs of trouble through the earpiece he wore–a Blackgate break-out was an all-hands-on-deck situation. All hands except for Damian, of course, who had been suited up and prepared to fight until his father barked a firm order to stay in the cave because to his – not even that badly, might he add – broken ankle. Five long hours of hearing the impact of fists on flesh, rapid-fire gunshots: the inglorious sounds of combat. He despised watching and listening to the fighting, unable to do anything but stare helplessly and shout out orders for backup over the comms, hoping that one of the many vigilantes at work would make it on time. It was grueling. Damian had not moved once from his spot, staring with rapt attention as his gut twisted with anxiety.

There was a mechanical hum, a ringing sharp and irritating – Damian explained it away in his mind as a sleep-deprived hallucination until it suddenly came to a piercing crescendo that sounded like it was emanating from somewhere in the Cave, some hundred-or-so feet away from where he sat. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes from the glaring monitors, armed himself with a throwing knife, and took cautious steps towards the strange noise. Just as he finished his approach, between one blink and another the noise stopped, leaving silence in its wake.

And a boy. A boy in a cape, bearing a familiar insignia on the right side of his chest – not Grayson’s old colors, or Drake’s, or Todd’s, or even Brown’s, but still distinctly Robin. An imposter, then. How had he gotten into the Cave? Teleportation? Damian supposed that stranger things had happened. He gripped the throwing knife with white knuckles and spoke with undisguised venom:

“ Who the hell are you? How did you get in here? ”

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starter for @nrth-wind!

Damian stormed his way from the car, putting distance between himself and Drake – and how irritating that the Batmobile’s doors automatically opened upwards instead of outwards, depriving him of even the satisfaction of slamming one as he escaped its confines – as he threw up his hands in utter irritation.

“ You – ” he whirled around to face Drake, who was still standing by the car, seemingly nonplussed at his behavior, “ – are impossible to work with. I am not the same child who would have compromised the mission in order to cause you trouble, and you would do well to get that through your thick skull instead of completely disregarding an order I gave just because you don’t trust me. ”

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@armourose liked for a starter!

Aegis looks down at the smaller human, seeing the excitement in his eyes. This was his first meeting with the new monarch of Pink’s former court. Even though he had her gem, it wasn’t Pink. His formal master was long gone, but he moved on. There are other gems who knew that still haven’t pass it yet, one being his current master. But, this is now and back then, so he has to move forward for HER sake.

“Why hello there” He greets, with a little smile on his face, “What beautiful weather we’re having, don’t you think?”

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@diamonrose liked for a starter!

The commander walks onto the pink palanquin, his hands behind his back. He wasn’t sure why his master called him in but he’s sure it had to be important somehow. As he stands in from his Diamond’s throne, he makes a quick Diamond insignia with his hands and kneels down.

“What is your bidding, My Diamond?” Aegis asked, a bit curious of what the answer might be. Perhaps he’s being assigned to another mission or task? But, he was uncertain.

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@evoheal liked for a starter!

Aegis examines this new terrain he found himself in: an abandoned and destroyed city it seems. He hasn’t been to his formal planet in quite a while, due to completing tasks and missions for Blue Diamond. This wasn’t one of his usual stops on the planet, but only stopped here because his ship is low on fuel. Perhaps there’s a Warp Pad near by to get to Galaxy Warp.

His dark eyes examine the perimeter, seeing all of the destroyed buildings in this city. He was curious of why the city is the way it is now. “I’m surprised that humanity hasn’t destroyed themselves entirely yet”

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@bravfist liked for a starter!

It a was very calming day in his throne room. The birds are chirping and the flowers are in bloom. He was watering some of the flowers when he hears someone walking in. The king doesn’t get many visitors in his throne room anymore, usually he was the one who will visit his loyal subjects. Perhaps decided to visit him for a change, “Just a moment, please”

Asgore turns around to see who this unexpected visitor was. It was a human and a rough and tough-looking one at that. Another human soul to break the Barrier... He may as well greet the child first.

“Well, howdy! Is there something I can help you with?”

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@pineapple-muses // continue

Flint smiled, it was nice of the other to compliment his own son. Perhaps both of their sons will get along together just fine. This flower shop he stumbled upon had a very calming atmosphere and smelled of flowers. Hinawa would've loved visiting here with him when she was busy with her house duties or assisting her neighbors, “What a lovely shop ya 'ave here, Asgore. it’s mah fuhrst time comin’ here” Flint tilts his hat.

“Name’s Flint. Do ya 'ave any flower bags for sale? Mah son and Ah ‘ave a garden awf our own at th’ house an’ we need more seeds”

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@sunflower-comingfrom-nowhere liked for a short starter!

“Mornin’ Lucas!” The cowboy greets as he sat at the table. He just finished reading a book on caring for flowers. Now since Hinawa was gone, it’s left to Flint to take care of the flowers. But sometimes his blond son does assist him so it’s not like he’s doing the task on his own. “Did ya have a good rest?”

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