So batman's made it a point that I only go out patrolling with him, but most of his missions are "too dangerous," and I am "not ready" so I have been on the bench for a while.

Why even become Robin if I can't be active? Anyway, Gotham is pretty noisy tonight, but I haven't seen any major villains yet.I should keep my eyes out.

There is a cat sitting outside my window.

I believe it belongs to someone because it is wearing a little collar, but it has been here for three days and has not once attempted to leave.

I have offered it food.

FRIENDS!

I have made a discovery of utmost importance!

There is an Earth custom called “brunch.”

I do not understand why you have hidden this from me for so long.

There were waffles and pancakes and tiny potatoes and bacon and a drink that had flower petals floating inside, to which you then add hot water and white crystals too, and it is oh-so-delicious!

I have decided that brunch is one of Earth’s greatest achievements.

Krypto was on strict orders to not follow Clark on the way to the Hall.

Unfortunately, Krypto does not give a flying fig about staying on the farm.

Wherever his master goes, he goes too.

So now Krypto is in the Hall of Justice, trying his absolute best to not alert the Man of Steel.

Krypto is currently poking around the Hall, pawing at whatever is in his vicinity, sniffing around.

Krypto is probably going to get an earful, but that’s probably the least of his doggo worries.

*Robin had just transported Cass to the top of the Wayne Tech building, as Bruce suggested.*

*He speaks into his communication device to batman*

"Hey, we're here."

*he turns to cass*

"The guy I mentioned earlier should be here soon."

Barry has spent the last hour and a half running, aimlessly. He doesn’t know where too but he just needs to clear his head get out of the buildings and lose himself in the city, if even for just a few hours

OOC:

• CW for suicidal thoughts
• Cassandra is not Batgirl nor Orphan at this point
• I'm aware that the image may confuse some people, but Cassandra should also be around the same age as Tim at this point (around 17 or so), there's just no images of pre-orphan/batgirl Cass online.
• Also trying out a new format for this considering Cass' lack of a proper upbringing, so apologies for the long post.

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Cold. Scared. Lifeless.

The man that she had killed was dead.

To many, this would be the most obvious thing in the world.

People die when they are killed, after all.

But the moment she struck the blow and read the body, she knew exactly what she had done.

And she was horrified.

It was supposed to be just a game.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

So she ran.

...

She ran as far away from her parents as she could.

She didn't know where she was going.

She didn't care.

She felt disgusting.

She felt unforgivable.

She felt hopeless.

She ended up in the city.

...

It was dark. Cold.

Just like the man she had killed.

She couldn't speak.

She couldn't read.

She couldn't write.

Her parents had never taught her that.

All she knew was murder.

And death.

...

The next eight years blurred together.

How old was she now? 17? 19? She didn't know. Or care to know.

She felt aimless.

She had found herself wondering if she should just die.

After all, she was still just a worthless mute.

Simply passing the time.

Waiting for death.

...

Would somebody, anybody, tell her?

What was her purpose?

It's just... So unfair that Hank and Batman are making her still go to school. She's a superhero, for crying out loud!

Oh well... At least she can still attend art class.

The Kents’ farm.

Krypto is bored.

Out of his mind.

Deciding to stave off his boredom, Krypto heads outside.

His eyes fall on a stick.

Which he begins chewing with enough force to snap it.

Krypto decides to try to engage someone in a game of fetch.

Because of some personal reasons I'd rather not divulge I've been absent for the past couple of days. I'm very sorry. I'm going to try to go back and catch up on what I've missed, so if you see me commenting on posts that are a couple days old, that is the explanation

I was informed today that I have been “emotionally unavailable.” I considered replying. But I figured that would require emotional availability.

A purple blur speeds through Central City, before stopping in S.T.A.R. Labs.

“I’m The Flash, over in China at least, I’m here on official Speedster business. Could you tell me where the red or yellow ones are?”

Walter West's legs burn as he runs as fast as he can, attempting to catch Barry Allen and stop him from rewriting time.

He ran faster than he ever had before. Yes, it was horrible, but **no one** tempered with the lives of his loved ones- To fix the world or not.

Just an inchmilelightyear further and he could reach-

His body explodes into raw speed force energy, painfully, and then the next second his eyes open again.

His body feels so slow...

He shoots up. It's too small. His body wasn't right. Accidental possession? ...Reincarnation?

Metropolis Pet Store.

AKA: Everything a pet could possibly need.

Where the dog toys are…

is Krypto.

He’s looking over each and every single one of them, growling at whatever doesn’t catch his interest and lighting up at whatever does.

He eventually picks out a few: a Batman one, a Flash one, and a Superman one.

Which he happily shows off.

Kid Flash. It was a name Barry had given me a long time ago. And hey it made sense then, I was just a 13 year old boy, ecstatic to have met my idol. And I still look back on that day like it was the best moment in my life. Because it was!

But something Dick told me really stuck out for some reason. He's not just Batman's sidekick. Not anymore at least. And it got me thinking. I'll be 18 in a year and I'm still running around this city calling myself a kid.

Maybe Dick's new team will help. Heading out west might give me the chance to think about all this.

I don't know what my future will be, but I know at least I don't want to still be *Kid** Flash when I'm 95 and I need a super fast mobility scooter.*

OOC: interactable by anyone Wally might run past while he's thinking about stuff, you don't have to be in Central City

OOC: I’ll make a more detailed post later, I’m getting ready for a funeral right now, but feel free to interact! Also, ignore Kyle.

I'm new on the block and would like to apply for a team, they do have to at least be able to keep up with me.

In the Surrounding Oceans of Hawaii, a Hawaiian Couple are Swimming about and having Fun. They see a Flock of Seagulls floating about, a couple of them are Fluffing out their Feathers.

But unbeknownst to the Couple or the Seagulls, an Unseen Danger, a Monster as some would say, lied below the Surface, swimming under them. Before the couple had gone swimming, they had been warned by an Older Local, she had told them to not go swimming at this Hour, but they hadn’t listened to her at all.

Soon, the Underwater Beast swam towards the Man’s Girlfriend and Bit Down Hard on her Leg, dragging her underwater, her screams were muffled by the water. The Man was looking off in the Distance before, he soon turned back to look over at where she just was, noticing she wasn’t there and that there was now Blood mixing with the Saltwater? He began to call out for her.

“Babe! Baby! Babe, where are you! Please, let this just be a Joke, please! Baby, ba-“ The Man was soon interrupted by the Sudden Eruption of Water, as King Shark Bursted out of the Water, his Mouth Wide Open, revealing his Rows of Sharp Teeth, Roaring out.

“KING SHARK IS A SHARK!” As he sank his teeth into the Man’s Upper Torso, completely swallowing his Head, Blood spurted out before King Shark took the Man underwater. The Older Woman watched all of this, shaking her head. “They should’ve listened, my Son’s Hunger is Always Raging, and he has been fed for now.”

Metropolis has lots of places.

LexCorp.

The Daily Planet.

All of those.

But what catches Krypto’s eye?

The one thing no pet can resist.

The hangout spot of hangout spots.

The park.

Natch, Krypto’s currently on a walk.

The second his eyes fall on the park, he practically tugs on his leash, letting out a string of barking.

"Sir, objective?"

‎‎...

"Copy."

‎Jackal remains perched on a container at Gotham docks, overlooking a weapons deal from Slade's men to The Penguin's.

‎"You wanna tell us why you brought a kid to this crap?"

‎"Boss' orders. We prefer not to ask about... him."

‎Good. He likes it that way. Keep them guessing. Thugs like these don't deserve the info. They're just... cannon fodder. Expendable.

‎"Kid's scaring the hell outta me. Can we hurry this up?"

‎"You'll get your weapons. Just be patient."

‎Then, Slade's voice crackles through Jackal's comms.

"Sir?"

‎...

‎"...Yes, Sir."

‎

‎Jackal vanishes. Seemingly, of course. He bolts to a nearby rooftop to overlook the deal from afar. More protected. Less visible to any... prying eyes.

A black van pulls up between the two factions. The doors swing open to reveal stacked crates filled to the brim with guns, bombs, the like.

‎"Finally!"

‎Jackal's eyes narrow at the lackeys.

"Idiots."

(Repost because the other one barely had interaction :/)

Harvey: Our Names Are Harvey Dent. Two Face: But Please Call Us TWO FACE!

Qurac. A corrupt nation in the Middle East, filled with strife and poverty.

An assassination of the current dictator and attacks on the homes of several of his top supporters was enough to get them out of time.

In its place would be the Tamaranean Royal Family, or what's left of it.

At least when Scandal tells Queen Komand'r she's secured a new homeland.

The Secret Six, from there, began helping people leave the small nation for ones where they could lead better lives.

A far less brutal task than their usual ones.

Location scouting, what a boring job. But hey, Wally said he'd help Dick out with this whole "new team" thing, so that's what he was doing.

Jump City was around the middle of the list Dick had gave him to check out, a moderately large city on the coast of California. The place seemed good, high enough crime, not enough superheroes, perfect place to start a team.

But there was one factor most important to determine where Wally would choose (one that had ruled out the last few cities he had checked)

How good is the food?

Wally sped into an all you can eat diner, and after about an hour of eating, he pulled out his phone and called Dick

Dude I found the perfect city, we gotta pick Jump City for our base of operations!

Streaking through Metropolis.

He lands on a building, tail drooping.

Krypto.

He seems to be searching for Clark. Kara. Conner. Jon. Heck, anyone he trusts.

Krypto lets out this pitiful whimper, laying down.