daddywarbats:

Flashpoint sketch.
I cannot be the only one who believes that Father Todd is a Badass Preacher with a shotgun under his altar.  Because, you know, it’s Gotham.
Tim Drake gets a crowbar, because he’s that awkward paranoid runaway that hides in Todd’s church and living next to the creepy ass abandoned Wayne manor without any awesome superpowered/alien friends can’t have helped his mental state much.
Also fun with Starfire’s hair.  And knowing Tim, he’s the one that probably brought her to the church, injured and half-naked.

"She is our angel."
Father Todd had insisted that they existed, to watch over everyone, even in these times of peril and strife, or whatever. Tim hadn’t been so sure. The Furies were burning Gotham to the ground, bending the steel, turning the stone to rubble.
And then she fell out of the sky.
Face bruised, eyes swollen shut, a gaping stomach wound marring her otherwise otherworldly perfect body, the woman reached a hand out to him.
"Help."
Tim dragged her to the church on the remains of a tarp, wincing every time she let out a pained moan. Father Todd didn’t even ask, only fetched his first aid kit after putting her on his own bed. It was days before she was conscious long enough to talk. Though he was bursting with questions, Tim started out small.
"What’s your name? Where do you come from?"
She pointed skywards. “I am Koriand’r. I come from out there. Most call me Starfire.”
(derpy fanfic is derpy. In Flashpoint, Kory is a Fury, so if she were to end up in Gotham with the boys, she’d probably have sustained some serious memory damage. Still, this is a neat concept.)

daddywarbats:

Flashpoint sketch.

I cannot be the only one who believes that Father Todd is a Badass Preacher with a shotgun under his altar.  Because, you know, it’s Gotham.

Tim Drake gets a crowbar, because he’s that awkward paranoid runaway that hides in Todd’s church and living next to the creepy ass abandoned Wayne manor without any awesome superpowered/alien friends can’t have helped his mental state much.

Also fun with Starfire’s hair.  And knowing Tim, he’s the one that probably brought her to the church, injured and half-naked.

"She is our angel."

Father Todd had insisted that they existed, to watch over everyone, even in these times of peril and strife, or whatever. Tim hadn’t been so sure. The Furies were burning Gotham to the ground, bending the steel, turning the stone to rubble.

And then she fell out of the sky.

Face bruised, eyes swollen shut, a gaping stomach wound marring her otherwise otherworldly perfect body, the woman reached a hand out to him.

"Help."

Tim dragged her to the church on the remains of a tarp, wincing every time she let out a pained moan. Father Todd didn’t even ask, only fetched his first aid kit after putting her on his own bed. It was days before she was conscious long enough to talk. Though he was bursting with questions, Tim started out small.

"What’s your name? Where do you come from?"

She pointed skywards. “I am Koriand’r. I come from out there. Most call me Starfire.”

(derpy fanfic is derpy. In Flashpoint, Kory is a Fury, so if she were to end up in Gotham with the boys, she’d probably have sustained some serious memory damage. Still, this is a neat concept.)