Canaries Aren't Just Songbirds

I’m inclined at agree

talldarkandbatty:

morethanasongbird:

talldarkandbatty replied to your post: Dinah, I- I’m pregnant. And the child is yours.

I don’t know what you’re talking about. So, what should we name it? Personally, I like the name Damian.

…Bruce

I…

/sigh

do you think Ollie will be upset, because this could get sort of awkward…

I don’t know what you’re talking about. So, what should we name it? Personally, I like the name Damian.

…Bruce

I…

/sigh

Bruce

I think someone needs to revisit their high school health class

yj-tumblr:

BEAST BOY aka zoomorphling aka the one boy zoo

Arguably too cute for the room, Gar makes it seem like it’s easy being green.

yellowninka:

minnov:

yellowninka:

minnov:

yellowninka:

minnov:

BRUCE DAMMIT

FOREVER PROCRASTINATING LOL

>.>

(via talldarkandbatty)

How?

The one word rang in Dinah’s head at the moment, growing louder and louder. How could this have happened? How was she looking at this? How was she standing over his casket?

How was Bruce Wayne dead?

It seemed completely surreal, even with Dick, Jason, Barbara, and Alfred standing in the background, at least one tear on each face. All members of the Justice League that knew his identity were standing in this room, and Oliver and Clark were on either side of her.

He looked restless, even in death, as though his battle was not over and he would jump up any moment to finish off the Joker.

But he wouldn’t, because Batman was dead.

There was no denying it, no denying that one of her best friends was dead. They’d made sure, and, then again, how could they not have been? The three of them had seen the knife and yet could do nothing but watch the light fade from the Dark Knight’s eyes.

“Here, Miss Lance,” Dinah snapped back to reality when Alfred handed her a tissue. She touched her cheek and realized she was crying.

“Thank you, Alfred.” Her voice wavered as she glanced at the coffin again. “And I’m sorry, Bruce.”

“Are three habaneros enough?” Dick asked, slicing the peppers up. Somehow, he had convinced Dinah to try to make Ollie’s chili recipe for the Team.

She shrugged, adding a can of tomatoes to the crock pot. “I don’t know. Maybe? We can always add cayenne peppers to it later.” She sighed, unsure of the recipe. After all, she’d never actually payed much attention to Oliver’s preparation of the scorching food. Dinah ate it rarely, though Bruce seemed to tolerate it better than most, maybe even like it.

“Again, why is this a good idea?” asked the mentor, opening a can of beans. 

Dick smirked before shrugging. “Well, Wally said he wanted to try it after Artemis mentioned it the other day.” The younger archer was one of the few who could stand it.

A few hours later, the Team sat in the kitchen, each with a bowl of chili in front of them, looking nervous. “One, two, three!” Dick said, everyone taking a bite on three. 

Seconds later, various shouts of terror filled the room, some more vulgar than others. Dinah brought out a few jugs of milk, shaking her head. She noticed Dick and Artemis smirking at the reactions of the others.

It was only when Dinah asked Oliver later that she realized the chili hadn’t been nearly hot enough.