popping over to howard's blog just to tell you that you could definitely pull off howard. that is all (:
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popping over to howard's blog just to tell you that you could definitely pull off howard. that is all (:
❛ ------------------ if , uh , if this is a joke ? its supposed t` have a PUNCHLINE to it .... ❜
Starter for @duckpi --
When Bob was cradled into the New Avengers by proxy, he knew the amount of change he would have to adjust to. He welcomed it, eventually. It's been a year.
Now that aliens and gods and all that shit was considered normal (honestly, his younger self would probably be more thrilled)- the brunette thought there could be nothing else that surprised him.
Apparently not.
There's a talking duck in the lobby.
He rubs his eyes and lightly slaps his cheek to make sure he's not in some weird dream, or amidst a mushroom high. Bob does a quick sweep of the room, just to make sure that people were actually seeing it- him- whatever the duck was.
Slowly, he approaches the figure, more from curiousity than anything.
“ do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood? ”
blood prompts || ACCEPTING @duckpi
"don't bother, howard. you'll stain your feathers." it was a hell of a thing to walk into, jack knew--- he did the same not long ago, and found the same scene. "I'll answer your first one, though: this wasn't me." he punctuated himself with a wave of the hand towards the body. not to indicate what was there, no. to demonstrate what wasn't there--- claw marks. "looks like a classic exsanguination job if you ask me. can't be a drop left in the poor bastard."
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"Private investigation 101 -- Know your hood, know your limits, stay in your lane. But once in a while a case comes along that makes you bend the rules."
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She liked to think she was a roll with the punches kind of a girl. Not easily shocked or weirded out. But somethings? Well, some things damaged even her calm. Today? That was a talking duck. Well, fuck.
“So... You come here often?” she managed lamely, one elegant eyebrow lifting in question.
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“ One that lacks loud obnoxious music , I prefer not to see an asscheek at every glance. –– Any suggestions ? “
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Arthur had forgotten about his encounter with a time-traveler searching for a large, suited duck. So, when he saw Howard, initially he was rather shocked. Shocked enough that he let the duck walk a fair distance before he sprang up from his bench and ran after him, only dropping his book once. Thankfully long strides closing the gap between them quickly.
“Hey!” Arthur shouted, trying to get his attention. What was his name? Harold? Hamish? “Sir?” He came up next to him, smiling. “I was beginning to doubt you exist!” Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to begin the conversation. Arthur took a second to collect his thoughts. “Let me start over. Hi. I’m Arthur Wasserman. I met someone you know? Una?” Hopefully this was the correct anthropomorphic duck.