Irie doesn't really dream. Most nights she just sleeps and wakes up. Whenever she does dream, they feel more like visions and she doesn't understand what they mean.
There are no particular habits she herself find annoyinzg. The feeling of annoyance is a bit difficult for Irie to understand.
Given the world she's set in is fantasy and closer to medieval, the only occasions she would be able to listen music would be at a show or if it was specifically ordered for her.
Irie's days are mostly spent the same. She's not allowed outside often. But she finds herself drawn to the garden within the palace walls.
Irie is most disturbed by the sounds of large crowds. The mixing of different voices and tones makes her head hurt.
Irie has no particular preference. Curtains are curtains as long as they're functional.
Longest held eye contact. Or longest without sleep.
Irie heavily observes those around her in an attempt to better understand how they work. She pays a lot of attention to how a person's face shifts when making an expression. She tries to decipher what an expression is supposed to mean.
She will either not say anything. She typically doesn't speak often enough to need to use a person's name. Or she will simply ask straightforwardly.
Irie is taken care of by her handmaiden. Who dresses her and does her hair. Irie doesn't express any particular care in her appearance. At least not usually.
She will stand there and do absolutely nothing until she's told how to make a salad. You could tell her salads are made with the most ridiculous ingredients and if you sound logical enough, she will believe you.
Irie doesn't cry.
She doesn't laugh.
Irie feels an unnamable tightness in her chest when her favorite human is away from her for too long. Not that she knows what that means.
For days if she had no reason to go anywhere else.
Irie's old handmaiden, Medora has a rather positive outlook on life. A belief in the good even when its not very clear.
Irie's current handmaiden, Judas holds a more pessimistic view on life.
Irie's younger, Ragnar, is the more realistic type. Understanding of duty, his title, his role in society, and how that role keeps him restrained in many ways.
A child named Mara has a very vivid imagination.
A young girl, Evelyn.
Evelyn and her sister Mira have the most freckles and/or moles.
While Marama is intelligent, she is often misguided by her hypocritical religious beliefs. Many things she does that she believes are benevolent are not.
Medora is an excellent storyteller. She has the experience in childrearing to be regarded as one to tell very comforting childrens' stories.
Cordelia is almost never seen in an ill state. Which helps her public image as she is never seen in a moment of weakness in the public eye.
Irie is constantly sick. Though, it is more a chronic condition rather than a contracted illness.
No particular oc of mine has a hoarding tendencies. But Irie notably displays possessive behavior.
Either Judas or Marama.
Anore is the best at building things. Prideful in her strength and self-sufficiency.
Peter thinks batman is like, a bat meta, so he keeps waiting on rooftops and trying to give him fruit and everyone is like "if anyone ruins this im breaking the no kill rule" and Peter's absolutely MORTIFIED when he finds out
Oracle: Hey, batman?
Batman, already sighing. His Dad Gut is going off.
Spoiler: I know that sigh! Is it fruit kid? I hope its fruit kid. Hes insane I love him
Oracle, not even hiding her laugh: fruit kid has a name, ya know
Red Robin, maybe losing his mind a little bit: no one believes his name is Peter Pan! He used the peanut butter as proof when B asked!
Nightwing: hes a riot, RR, gotta respect his commitment to chaos
Batman: same spot as usual?
Oracle: Yep. Oohhh, hes got bananas and watermelon today. I think he was Google best fruit for bats in the library
Robin: no he asked me about that, he was googling how much is safe for them to eat
Theres distorted laughing on the other end of the line
Batman absolutely not upset at all. This is probably the most wholesome interaction hes had with a civilian in years. (Alfred already had a room ready at the manor, unbeknownst to him)
Batman lands stealthily on a rooftop, right on the edge between crime Alley and robbinville. "Fruit Boy", although they mostly call him by Peter too, since he actually responded to that. And also because the last time someone (Read: Spoiler) called his fruit boy, he said she sounded homophobic and hed ruin her street cred. He had put up little Christmas lights for when he waited for Batman so he could find him.
Peter looked behind him just as batman landed. It was suspicious, and maybe running into one too many child assassins had made Bruce weary in his age. Though, its not like Peter actually moved like an assassin... he just seemed to be eerily aware.
Batman only says that because hes seen him trip over nothing, faceplanting into the chili dog with pickles splattering comically all around him. Like a fallen angel, nightwing had said.
Peter peaked up as soon as he saw Batman.
Peter, holding up a platter of fresh fruits for Batman up over his head: Hey! Took you long enough
Batman, smiling lightly: I thought i told you it wasn't safe to keep doing this?
He took a piece of cut up banana regardless.
Peter blew a raspberry.
Peter, eyebrows furrowed: do you know how many calories a bat has to eat a day?
Batman, humorously: how many?
Peter, shrugging: dunno. But i never see you guys eat, so youre probably not hitting the benchmark.
Peter held up a bag of trail mix happily.
Peter: I got some for your birds too!
Laughter exploded on the otherside of the comm. Batman almost chuckled too, but Peter was being earnest. (It was the only time he was earnest, considering he spent the rest of his time roasting Batman and anyone not wearing a full face mask. Which was everyone except Red Hood and Orphan, unfortunately for Batman.)
Batman: thank you Peter, im sure they'll appreciate it.
He ate a couple more pieces of fruit to make Peter happy, but as usual left over half the fruit for Peter. The kid frowned, but had since learned to stop arguing. He seemed to take Bruce not finishing the fruit as him not liking it or some adjacent health problem.
It was like his hand had a mind of its own, Batman watched, unable to stop it as it landed in a mess of brown curls.
Batman panicked, expecting how his kids would normally react. Swatting, a light attempt at stabbing, maybe a bite.
Peter visibly bluescreened, but otherwise seemed to enjoy the touch.
Batman: be safe, okay?
Peter: yeah yeah, wrap it before you tap it, go beat up a mugger or something man
Batman sighed.
This kid was also incapable of taking anything seriously, except the most unserious things. Like feeding Batman fruit and insisting he send trail mix to Robin because hes, quote unquote, "a growing biroy. Get it? I put together bird and boy". He laughed at his own joke for a full seven minutes. Batman had thought he was hit with Joker venom, but no, his humor was really that lame.
Batman shot his grappling hook, showing off a little because it made Peter cheer for him.
He managed to sneak a couple twenties in Peters pocket before leaping into the night.
Never thought I would draw the headcanon lol 🤣 Seem like the song played with my mind. I want to draw the next... but I don't know what Jestyn is thinking... Can anyone guess? 👀 because I already had lol.
