The vigilante comms channel went silent for a moment.
Batman’s voice came through first—low and cautious.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlAjd9YdwwY
“What do you mean?”
Tim followed almost immediately, stress evident in his voice.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfJha8kadIY
“…Wait, Red Hood, what did you just say?”
No response.
Because—Jason had already turned off his comms.
Tim’s hand was still hovering over the keyboard, staring at the surveillance feed in front of him. The next second, the police band erupted with frantic dispatch calls—52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMgzCu5WH8G
“This is Sector Twelve! We’re under attack by a large animal—suspected dinosaur—triceratops! I repeat, triceratops!”
Tim instantly pulled up the live feed. As the image loaded, he saw a police-surrounded truck being rammed straight off the road by a massive creature—sent flying, tumbling three times before crashing into a building. The next moment, three enormous triceratops—with shiny star stickers on their horns—stormed into view like tanks from a children’s picture book, bulldozing through enemy barricades, flipping cars and criminals alike.
Tim stared at the screen.
That sketchy art style. Those ridiculously saturated crayon colors. The weirdly perfect, cartoonish proportions—52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfeRduD22gV
No need to guess.
His fingers froze on the keyboard. He took a deep breath.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdJVHqDILpR
“…That’s Finn’s drawing.”
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Tim stared at the screen, speechless.
He was flying the Batwing. He’d just picked up the antidote from the Batcave, and was supposed to deliver it to the med team ASAP. Time was tight—if the toxin spread, the entire neighborhood would be at risk. And yet—
The Gotham night sky was swarming with pink pteranodons, each one shimmering with a cartoonish glow—like creatures from a child’s dream, utterly out of place against the grim, shadowed city.
Comms started lighting up, one after another:
“This is Nightwatch—my guys just got taken… by dinosaurs!”
“Wingman here—enemies have been carried off by flying creatures. Not birds—dinosaurs?!”
“They’re airborne! Gotham’s sky is full of dinosaurs—I repeat, dinosaurs!”
Tim instantly activated the aerial surveillance feed.
Onscreen, a flock of pteranodons circled the sky, each clutching a wriggling criminal in its claws.
But what caught Tim’s eye was the figure at the center—52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujFEAixBC6
A massive brachiosaurus head rising above the swarm.
And standing on that enormous head—
Blonde hair whipping in the wind. A teal skirt fluttering under the night sky.
Nora.
She was standing atop the brachiosaurus, sketchbook in hand. Tim went completely still.
The girl who had been holding him tight just hours ago at the competition—was now commanding an airborne dinosaur strike.
All he could do was stare, forgetting even to breathe.
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Tim was frozen, eyes locked on the screen as if time had stopped.
In the middle of the feed, Nora stood atop the brachiosaurus’ head. From her small shoulder bag, she pulled out a vibrant drawing. Tim already knew what was coming.
She flipped the page over in one hand. Then, with a flick of her finger—52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNT0MMRlCIR
Snap.
A deep, resonant hum began to vibrate through the audio feed, like a distant horn sounding from the ocean floor.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa5VZL1i5vQ
“Hooooo──────”
The camera shook.
Batman stood at the highest rooftop, cape flaring in the cold wind as the phenomenon unfolded before him.
While the sky above Gotham swirled with pink pteranodons, new giants slowly phased into existence.
Red whale sharks.
They had no wings—yet they swam gracefully through the air.
As if gliding through water, they weaved effortlessly between skyscrapers and overpasses, soaring above the Gotham River. With each open and close of their mouths, they sucked in entire clouds of toxic gas.
Cries of awe and wonder began to echo through the city.
The whale sharks played in midair—some twirled, others exhaled thin misty rainbows from their noses, painting the sky like a carnival parade.
One by one, windows opened. Gotham’s residents poked their heads out, unable to believe their eyes.
A city used to darkness and crime was, just for tonight, being shielded by the unfiltered imagination of children.
And for the first time, Gotham almost felt… adorable.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came through the comms—
Nora: “Everyone, those whale sharks were drawn by Judy—the most tearful little girl in my class. Be sure to thank her later.”
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“Oh, and Finn’s dad—you might want to ride the brachiosaurus to go pick up your kid. Over.”
The channel went dead quiet.
And Tim, sitting in the cockpit of the Batwing, couldn’t help the smile slowly tugging at the corner of his lips.52Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMvjjpSK1F1
and then Add to home screen.