#them!!!!!

[versasfanficwastedump]

foaming at the mouth when i think about Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne having done this for so long and knowing each other so well that when they fight together, people (batfam included) are just in awe at how in sync they are. how they can predict the other’s next move. how they always have the other’s back.

the dynamic duo.

[yeetthatkolibri]

Sketch page stuff (flats more like)

[keisuke9]

day 1: new experiences

winter doesn't seem so lonely anymore

[twobatsies]

this issue is life changing

gl v3 #128

[star3synth]

mizuena hell yeah!!!!!!!!

[hincapiero]

#LUCAMARC: chemtrails over the country club.

[by-ilmater]

mini prompt a hansry moment after the hanging but before they’re presented to von Bergow?

"Everything's alright, my lord. I've got you."

Hans is trembling so hard he can hardly walk, practically half his body flung around Henry's shoulders. Henry bears the weight gladly, slowly but surely guiding Hans up the hill toward the main castle buildings where he knows the bathhouse to be. The most important thing to him in this moment is to get Hans away from the crowd, out of the filthy rags he's wearing, and into a nice hot bath.

Hans' unsteady foot catches on a particularly large stone in the muddy path and he stumbles, nearly goes down were it not for Henry's steady arm around him. Henry hoists him up, opting to carry him as much of the way as he can, sliding his other arm under Hans' legs and holding him close to his chest.

"Almost there. We're almost there. You'll feel better soon, Hans, I promise," he mumbles into Hans' hair, golden strands tickling his nose. Up close, he notices the bits of dried blood still clinging to him from the brawl at the wedding.