#iamkrypton

[flashgotthis]

@i-amkrypton hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: “Congratulations. Can we continue?”

“Yes, yes. I am sure they will give you yet another award for your bravery…”

"What?...No. I don’t want awards, I just meant...it’s impressive right? You go on and on that I could do stuff  I don’t even know about and while I...uh, kinda knew I’m still baffled.”

[lylebolton]

@i-amkrypton​: continued from [x]

His gratitude was not acknowledged. He saw nothing spectacularly notable about this particular human besides his size. But organic muscle tissue, no matter how dense was no consequence to Brainiac.

“I specialize in the collection and preservation of information.” He stated flatly, “You may call me Brainiac… I require additional information on your occupation. What is this ‘Arkham’?”

A blank in his data was hardly satisfactory or acceptable.

“Oh, like a chronicler? I think that’s a rather noble profession.” he murmurs somewhat impressed though maintaining mild skepticism still. 

“Brainiac? Really..?” That’s not a very flattering nickname, some dated word used to insult someone smart--and what looked like the makings of a persona at that. He’s certainly never heard of him, so he might be new or simply not native to Gotham. It’s not like he can keep track of everything with how much is going on usually, “Uh..Well Arkham is Gotham’s residential Asylum, you know, for the mentally ill?”

“They’re brought there to keep others and themselves safe, because they pose a danger.” He’s either out of touch, insane or some kind of alien and he certainly looks the part. But Lyle is a pragmatic guy so he doesn’t assume the most fantastical thing right off the bat.

[becauseitneedstobedone-a]

@i-amkrypton

      “I thought Superman beat your butt into the ground?”

[flashgotthis]

@i-amkrypton hat auf dein Foto geantwortet: “It is traditional on your planet to give a “gift”...

“You are welcome. It seemed practical…And.. It is fine. I do not expect anything.”

“Even more of a reason to get you something!” Wally nodded. Though getting Braniac something the other liked...well..that would be difficult.

[flashgotthis]

@i-amkrypton hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing." (im...

“… That settles it. I am changing the color back.”

"What, no! It’s a good color. I’m wearing red too!”

[flashgotthis]

@i-amkrypton x

“I said it’s depressing, not cold. I can handle the cold,” Wally huffed out.

“I don’t mind Winter...it’s just...the constant dark, no sun. It all just..it drags me down somewhat. I guess.”

[flashgotthis]

@i-amkrypton x

Alright...Okay. So Braniac really didn’t understand jokes. Or teasing. Was this because he was such an intelligent being or because he was a machine? In the end he should’ve udnerstood it, shouldn’t he? If he was so closer?

With a sigh, Wally dropped his shoulders. He almost wanted to slap his own face but held back on that. It wouldn’t benefit him to obscure his own vision, even if just for a second.

“Yeah no, I’m not going to do that. Sorry. No smooches for you.”

[flashgotthis]

"There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing." (im imagining Wally commenting on the red Brianiac xmas suit lmao)

Changing Weather

"Oh no,” Wally replied with a tight voice, trying to keep any laughter, even smile, away. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it. It’s....festive.”