Wonder Woman Absolutely Burns Hal Jordan

Honestly, sounds like something Black Widow could do. But being real, I'm curious (terrified) because it would be so funny and ridiculous bahaha

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

Gotham City Subway

The only Robin who can squat during a train ride is Stephanie Brown; sadly, Damian doesn’t currently have the skill.

He is like a russian doll but when you take out another doll it is a new trauma.

Me pointing at Cale: This man has so many layers inside of him just like an onion and also just like an onion the deeper you cut through the layers the more it makes you cry

If I had a nickel for everytime Cale erased an island off the map, I'd have two nickels... Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Idea:

Que tal si: Lanzar magia

Pero, literalmente:

Cale's grunts translation (By children of average nine years old)

"Hum": normally made in a crime scene when he sees something that's not in the right place.

"Hm": general recognization of your existence, maybe a "good morning", "good afternoon" or "good evening"

A low "mnh": someone messed out and this benefits me.

A slightly louder "mnh": i messed out and this definitly does not benefits me.

*snort*: you're funny or the next victim with nowhere in between

*a laugh without a frowing*: an actual genuine laugh?????????

*a louder laugh with frowing*: dragons! Dragons everywhere!

A very low "Hehe...": money

A sharp inhale through the nose: I'm hurted but i don't want anyone to know.

A soft exhale through nose: why did i become a commander again.

Inspired in this work of art

Based on a post from @jupiterliketheplanet

Tags for my amazingly supportive mutuals @valdeswan @theacemagpie

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Noise.

Deafening noise.

That's the last thing Matthew Murdock remembers. A sharp piercing noise that his heightened hearing had no problem picking up. It was deafening.

Matt remembers covering his ears, but it did nothing to alleviate the pressure building in his ear drums. His cowl feeling all too tight.

The ground was hard and cold, providing no comfort. When did he end up on the ground? Did he fall? Was he already on it?

The pressure lessens, as does the noise, now just a faint ringing in his ears. Matt can finally hear his surroundings again. Sirens are blaring somewhere in the distance.

Breathing in the air is heavier. The taste of chemicals is heavy on Matt's tongue. New York's air has never been this bad, Hell's Kitchen's air has never been this bad.

Something's wrong.

Matt jumps to his feet only to fall forward, bracing himself on a brick wall, his legs feel weak, and the ground unstable.

All of his senses are screaming at him. Everything is wrong. It feels wrong, smells wrong, and tastes wrong.

Where the hell am I?

Think, what happened…

As Matt tries to recall the events that lead up to the horrible noise and ending up here, he draws a blank. The memories aren't fuzzy, they aren't fractured. They aren't there. Whatever happened, however Matt ended up here, where ever here is, he can't remember.

But that's okay. Of course it's okay, he's Matthew Murdock, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's, the Daredevil.

Breathing deeply, Matt focuses on his surroundings. The metallic scent of blood assaults his senses. Using one arm to keep himself standing, Matt uses his thumb to wipe away his blood. Broken nose, great.

By the way sounds echo and the stench of trash, Matt must be in an alley. The brick wall under his gloves is ruff. The comforting pressure of his cowl rests over his head, no longer feeling too tight.

So he's suited up, depending on where he is right now that could either be a good thing or seriously detrimental to figuring out where he is and what happened.

Other than the fading pain in his head and his broken nose, he doesn't seem to be too injured. And the pain in his head is hopefully just from that noise and not a concussion.

I need a plan.

Step 1: Find out where I am.

Step 2: Get home.

….Perhaps he does have a concussion. That's fine, nothing Matt hasn't handled before.

Matt pushes away from the wall, staggering slightly as he finds the fire escape. From the rooftops it will be easier to survey his surroundings and listen in on conversations below to get an idea of where he is so that he can make it back to Hell’s Kitchen, and his apartment.

Making his way up to the roof of what seems to be an abandoned six-story apartment complex without much trouble, Matt perches on the ledge, straining his ears to pick up on the sounds surroundings him. Sounds should carry easier up here than down in the alleyway, the smaller space making it harder to distinguish the direction sounds come from as they bounce off of walls and muddle together.

Up on the roof top, sounds are clearer. And they seem to be the only thing clearer. Somehow the stench of chemicals in the air seems worse than down in the alleyway.

Along with the chemical scent is the smell of rain, a warning to those unfortunate enough to find themself out and about to find shelter from the coming storm.

But before Matt can even begin searching for a suitable place to seek refuge from the approaching storm, a familiar sound causes him to jump into action.

A cry for help.

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Sorry for it being so short for a first chapter, but school has been killing me lately. Please forgive me 🥺

Edit: link to fic in comments

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

I love KRS as hot pretty twink with long red hair Cale but I also want more of KRS as himself: beef and scarred

Cale Henituse [LCF] + wolf pupy tweets (insp)