Scholar-K-Hobbit

Brent casually walked down the street, a light jacket zipped clear to the top. Winter still hadn’t fully loosened his tight grasp on the season—for a moment Brent entertained the thought of going all the way to Lord and Lady Winter’s realm to have a word—but no… that would just bring down trouble. Besides, there were no more heroes to join him. He kicked a rock and scowled. It skipped across the pavement. Well—there were heroes—and villains—but they’d all been forced into hiding. What was the excuse used again? Something about perpetuating a cycle? Being too dangerous? Maybe it was that t

“Hey boss, you here?” Quagmire’s voice seemed to bounce off the darkened corridors of Quandary’s secret base in the heart of Gotham. “You haven’t been answering our calls—” “Ey! Quandary! What gives!” Aire pushed Quagmire back with a hand dismissively, calling out her boss’s name out as she entered the hideout. Her British accent giving her words an elegant flourish. “We been callin’ you for over an hour and you ain’t got the courtesy to ring us back!” “Yeah, seriously man. You’re freakin’ us out!” Question giggled, linking arms

“Hey Eh’treme—ya doin’ all right?” Vigilante peered into the room cautiously. A dark silhouette against the tent canvas, the figure inside immediately stopped whatever she was doing and looked at the wall. Vig raised an eyebrow. “Ya ain’t eaten since yesterday…” “I’m fine!” Came the curt reply from the inside of the tent. Judging by the shadow’s motion, she immediately returned to whatever she was doing. Vig frowned and stepped inside the room. The silhouette was hunched over and the arms kept flailing out every so often. “Ken I get ya anything?” Vig