I wish you a very soft week with my Final Fantasy XVI winter drawing ! I hope you like it, I had so much fun drawing it hehe ! The outlaws decided to have a little break when the snow appeared in Valisthea.
Ps: Don't worry, Otto will get his revenge on Telamons.
Pss: I never want to draw more than 2 characters together on the same drawing.
"Jack! Dear! If he tries to get up again, hit him with the creep stick!" Masked, goggled, and in a bull hazmat suit, the woman who had handily dispatched a dozen of Joker's goons knelt before Damian's chair. She seemed pleasant enough, but had been cheerful when breaking ribs with a single kick. Armored boots non-withstanding. Their battle had demolished the stage setup. Some of the acid traps were triggered. Smoke machines trickled faint wisps as if embarrassed to still be working. "Honey, are you alright? I'm going to untie you, alright?"
Damian nodded, watching her do just that. Once he was free, she stepped away. In a quick assessment he found Gotham's Lazarus pit cluttered with what seemed to be Joker's new base. Gears and bits and pieces. Wires too, to broadcast his shows. Joker himself, sprawled limply over one of his trick rocking chairs. The man, Jack, had struck him across the face with a green baseball bat. The stairs leading away were cluttered with garbage and bodies.
"This one doesn't have the right readings, Jack! I think there might be impurities in this."
"Really?" Jack bounced over, a suitcase in hand. "What kind?"
"Let's grab some samples first."
Dozens of scientists had studied the Lazarus Pits over the years. Dozens more had failed to understand anything worthwhile. Grandfather had dispatched them all. Damian tapped his comm piece. It fizzled. Too many layers of rock and exposure to the pits to make it work. This pair seemed to know what they were doing. Drawing up careful samples into vials and labeling each. Their muttered conversation as baffling as it was illuminating.
"Robin, is it?" Maddie straightened. "Is there somewhere we can drop you off? I"m sure your parents are very concerned."
"I will make contact once we are out of this place. We must leave."
"Of course, kiddo!" Jack nodded, slinging his bat over his shoulder. "We'll get you home in no time!"
For supervillains, and there was nothing else he could classify them as , they were friendly. Considering how much damage they'd inflicted to the guards and traps they had to be competent. Not their driving, though. Jack drove their strange half assault-vehicle, half-camper as if he wished to run every car off the road.
"Are you hungry? We can stop for a bite. There's a burger place."
"I am a vegetarian."
"Oh! Those snacks are in the cabinet to your right." Maddie turned around, massive goggles blinking. "We keep them on hand for our sons friend. She's a...vegan?"
"Close enough," Jack boomed, swerving.
Too well trained to miss the awkward, uncomfortable body language between the pair. "Your son?"
"Oh, yes. You'd like him, I think. He was, is!...he is a wonderful."
"Is he?" The snack bars were the same brand Alfred bought. Damian tore one open as he surveyed the scene of Gotham. His father would be searching frantically. "Where is he?"
"Well....we don't know." Maddie admitted. Her hands fiddled with the suitcase. "We've been tracking the pools to try and find him. We think his kidnappers are either contaminated enough by ectoplasm or...we think we may be able to find them if we can find the right one."
Damian's mind raced. They could trace the Lazarus Pits. They were competent enough to defeat an entire gang. Could they be associated with the League? His mother?
"You're a hero, aren't you? Maybe you can identify these people. We managed to salvage some of the data from our external servers. Everything else was destroyed." Printed photos on computer paper, wrinkled and folded were passed back. Damian needed only a glance to understand the situation.
"Ma'am. May I borrow a cellular telephone? I would like to arrange a meeting with Batman."
"Oh? Well. Where?" She handed back a flip phone of all things, looking at something in her lap.
"Somewhere we will not be interrupted or eavesdropped."
"Oh! We have a warehouse. We've set up our moving lab there! Will Batman meet us there? Oh! Does he like fudge? I just made a batch!"
"I will ask." Damian admitted as the vehicle lurched, moved against traffic, and took a sharp turn down an alley. His father answered quickly. "This is Robin. I have been freed. Please rendezvous with me."
"Are you hurt, baby bat?" Richard demanded. "What happened?"
"I am unhurt. I believe the Joker has been permanently neutralized." Todd whooped on the other end of the line.
"I don't think I killed him." Jack muttered. They swerved into the warehouse district.
"Robin." His father's voice was far softer than anything he'd ever heard from his Grandfather. After Todd, he must have been beside himself.
"I am well." He assured the man. "However, there is more concern. The Demon's Head has made a move." Someone swore on the other end of the line.
"Meet you there, baby bat!"
Jack and Maddie, introducing themselves as the Fentons. not difficult to deduce as it was stamped on everything in their warehouse, removed their masks and goggles. Unlike a Wanye, they kept their boot on inside. Damian let himself be settled at a small table with the vantage point of observing the layout. A small sectioned space for their living quarters. A refurbished meth lab now for used for scientific experiments with liquid too much like the Waters for Damians tastes, and a kitchenette where Jack Fenton was producing a plate of fudge.
"It's not vegan, Robin. Sorry!"
"They're worried about that?" Red Robin asked from the entrance.
"Oh, is this one of your brothers! Fudge?" Jack beamed. Red Robin accepted a square hesitating. "It's nice that you've all come to pick him up. I...well. Coffee?"
Damian handed Tim the photos. Spoiler and Nightwing fussed relentlessly. Black Bat gave him quick head pat. Even Red Hood was almost affectionate. His hands on his holsters and glaring at the scientists. With his father he had to tolerate another inspection and the final ruin of his haircut.
Finally, he cleared his throat. "I must inform you, Drs. Fenton. Your son has been abducted by the Demon's head...Ra's al Ghul."
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