Its so funny that even if you leave some of your companions around the parked Highwayman on Virgin Street in New Reno, the car still gets stolen.. Like what happened there, pals, chums, my beloved friends? You had one task. Guard the car.. And its gone..
No matter that its most likely just game mechanics thing..I still like to imagine the plethora of possible ways it went down.
Like Lenny couldnt guard shit.. hes just a little guy..Little radioactive guy.. He couldnt intimidate anyone..
Sulik might not have given a shit, he would be communing with ghosts or something n then hed notice the car is being stolen n hed just go "OOoop there goes the car"..And wave..
Marcus might have been distracted by kids throwing rocks at him.. While Vic was trying to trade radio parts.
Myron would have been locked in the trunk so that doesnt count like guarding the car anyway..
etc etc
N I think even together they wouldnt stand a chance against New Reno car thieves...
things that have happened recently in Wayne Manor:
Alfred removed all the curtains to air then out and discovered someone has been writing on them for years.
Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Dick's car
Cow shaped hooveprints were found on the hood of Jason's car
Damian decided to move out for a good two days before showing up again, and had been clingy since, weird
Tim found out he has a gluten allergy and has been in a one sided argument with Alfred over it.
Someone thought it was funny to hid every single mug in the house in Duke's closet it was not at all he opened it and a fed of the fell over and broke.
Cass fell asleep on the couch only to awake up in a completely different part of the house, her brother's fighting over what animated barbie movie to watch. They chose the twelve dancing princesses of course.
Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knew Potter was annoying, but really this was ridiculous.
Not only did he have to steal half the field for his practice, he couldn’t shut up while he was at it.
“Did anyone ever tell you it was polite to not bother someone who doesn’t want to be bothered?”
James Potter smilies at him, the blinding smile that had girls all over him. The one that had never been directed at him. It throws Regulus off guard.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re so predictable?”
Regulus barely restrains himself from strangling Potter. “Why don’t you go back to being unhealthily codependent with Sirius instead?”
James laughs brightly. “He’s not much of a morning person.“
“Neither am I.” Regulus mutters, rolling his eyes.
James raises an eyebrow at that. Then suddenly his expression grows serious. “You know you have other options right?”
Regulus laughs derisively. “What? Move in with you? I’m not charity work Potter.”
“It’s not charity if it’s helping between friends -“
“Cut the bullshit Potter. You’re so naive. You really think my parents would let both of their children walk off?”
When he’s met with silence Regulus laughs again. Of course Potter wouldn’t have thought about that. Of course he believed that everyone could pull a Sirius and abandon their family without consequences.
“Leave me alone Potter.”
Regulus doesn’t bother looking at the retreating back of James Potter.
Thinking of Artist!Reader who knew Jason Todd before when they were younger, and had no idea what happened to him at all when they meet again years later-
And just before when they were both kids Reader used to draw him all the time too whenever reader can’t think of anything to draw, which does include color sometimes-
And I am a firm believer in blue eyed Todd first and then green eyed Todd after the Pit, so imagine reader is looking through some old sketchbooks and spots the old drawings and goes “aww I remember that—“
Before starting to realize like thirty minutes in “wait his eyes were blue? Thought they were green..”
And then when reader compares sketchbooks, reader ends up realizing that “oh shit he never wears contacts ever he told me he’d HATE those things what the f u c k happened to his eyes—“
So now reader ends up trying to find out what happened to Jason because they have a gut feeling and reader’s first instinct is to investigate and try and do it subtly bc reader does not want to pry-
So personal investigation ensues along with shenanigans, probably-
my love language is poetry and I think I'm willing to finally accept that I'll always be the poet and never the poem as long as my muse lets me write about them forevermore
The connections of isolated phenomena can very rarely be discerned. As a rule, several causes at once produce one effect. Owing to our propensity for idealising, we always make prominent that cause which seems to us loftiest.