Old, Unfinished Doodles From Earlier This Year.

old, unfinished doodles from earlier this year.

(ft scarecrow, penguin and riddler GOTHAM'S FINEST)

one day at least one of these is getting a digital render. one day.

Silly thoughts

Moth must be one of the more well-adjusted people in Shadow Company. Not a lot of trauma written on his face, that's for sure.

Well, he does obscure his face, too. But it's not as though he's actively hiding it. Actively hiding anything. Secrets? What of them- anything you need to know about him is in his file!

What do you mean you "don't have it"?

If Moth in my opinion is known as the “the Shadow Father” for that one meme

In Moth’s opinion would he hate Orion in a way because they basically share the rookies?

Because this a small chunk from a Shadow story I’m working on🥲

Jack says as they both heard Moth get dog piled by some rookies, that got to come due to good behavior, Orion looked down at Moth

“Your turn to watch them.”

Orion said with a evil-ish smile as Moth struggled to get up

“This sweater is new. And you got them to dog pile me.”

Moth said looking up at Orion, who waved his hand dismissing the rookies who just went to sit in a pile of hay. Orion pulled up Moth and helped him to dust off

“You good?”

Orion said already knowing the answer

“No. No I’m not ok, I just got dog piled by mine and your kids.”

Orion laughed a bit

“Ha! Well don’t take them away from me when it’s my turn to watch them”

“we had training”

Moth grumbles and you know that, Orion goes to speak but before he can, they both hear the rookies starting a fight, they both ran over to break it up

(I will change it if you want me to, hope I spelled that right)

i think this is also a question for @zante-selachi just to be safe, but i'll provide my own viewpoint! if this goes off track a little it's because it's early soz-

No, Moth does not hate Orion. He does look up to him (for being a half-decent authority figure and also physically- Moth is kinda short in comparison haha-) and make of that what you will.

Despite what the rookies insist, Moth doesn't fully view himself as their 'father': he feels responsible, as an officer should, but because Orion is their captain, he feels the authority automatically goes to him once he enters the room. If they wanna call him 'father' then he won't argue, though. Some of them are Moth's kids until Orion takes the reins but Moth would never admit that.

That being said, Moth does view the rookies as kids because they somewhat remind him of his niece so it's easier to deal with them as such.

Moth could never hate a man like Orion (or what Orion appears to be whenever he's around).

Do ask more if you've got further questions❗i just read this before i had to leave so it might be a bit messy-

it's late and i am essaying but god, i'm scared.

the voices are speaking to me and they want to bust some ghosts

Once the flirt/compliment/appreciation mentally clocks:

This man is mentally SCREAMING FAINTING SWOONING THIS APPLIES PLATONICALLY AND ROMANTICALLY, MOTHHH❗❗DON'T DISH OUT WHAT YOU CAN'T TAKE-

These? Oh, they aren't of any-

"Mercado!- Wh-" Dead in his tracks for a moment. Ah. No wonder his friend was screaming bloody murder in the middle of the field. Captain's already ahead with the others, and Moth could've done with one more lap around the place. Then again, he also tripped earlier, so it wasn't likely he would catch up too easily - low energy, long day.

"Hey, Dan," Hissed through clenched teeth as Moth crouched down to look at him. "Hala- it hurts, sir." It's quite simple.

Mercado's sat up, though grounded, one knee bent and being cradled, the other leg extended out. Click of the tongue and a quiet "Right then.". Fiddling a little, taking off a boot past its many secure ties. Gently- oh so gently- taking the ankle into his own two hands, and- "Scream when it starts hurting."

Pressure. That's how it always worked when he was younger. Using his thumb to put pressure on certain regions and slightly tilting at the joint. Ignoring the way his sergeant would cuss him out in a variety of different ways: "Tangina-" One area, "Ay- bobo-", another area, "F-FUCK-!" Bingo. Eversion.

"-Cado, it'll be fine," He speaks, peeling back the sock to check the skin, already starting to discolour slightly. Bruising. No way in hell is he letting him walk back without assistance. "You've just sprained it. Hurts more because these boots don't make it any better." Possibly a lie, though if it helped to hear then Moth would tell him anything.

Sorting it out. Normally, the stash of bandages is for his own personal use, but the truly injured take priority. Sitting with his legs crossed, foot on his lap, being wrapped with practiced precision. "Heh- with the way you're working at me, you should've been a medic."

"Ah, that's my sister. Hands are too rough for that," Tying the last of the bandage off, shifting the sock back over it all. "After you're back, I'll try and buy you a couple days off. Don't worry about it, just rest up. No walking it off."

"Dan." Packing everything up - taking any of Mercado's heavier belongings to carry himself.

"-And I'll do the paperwork, too. See if you can get rest without duty, you're my responsibility,"

"Danilo." Stern. Snaps him out of it.

"Yes, Cado?" Stare back.

...Concern?

Concern's written all over Mercado's face: "...Your hands are...".

Looking down.

Ah.

Dusty, dirty, covered in blood and scraped a little raw. He didn't just trip and fall - he pretty much ate shit after missing a rock and mis-stepping. Now that he's stopped to think about it, his foot feels like it's on fire. It's not great. It's not a main concern. It's not...

...Not sterile- "Ah! Cado- Don't worry- it's not an open wound or anything. Can't get infected, alright? We'll... still get the bandages changed, though." But the look on his friend's face doesn't falter at all.

Warmth rushing to Moth's face. Red. Running down his cheek, even. No, later. If it's cut then that's a later issue. Right now?

Loosely putting the boot back on his comrade. Helping him up to his feet. Slinging an arm over his shoulder. They'll walk eachother back - stumbling, but walking. They'll sit down and wait until a medic attends to the sergeant, and then he'll wait until his friend is properly admitted. Then. Then...

He'll check himself in the mirror later to see if there's any wounds left to lick.

Normally by then, they aren't of any concern.