West would open the door and look toward his mother’s favorite window overlooking the grounds. The door would catch in a hand roughly the size of a watermelon, and West would catch sight of a solitary green eye. Dark shadows pooled in the dimly lit room’s corners would gather and solidify. The sheer absence of his mother’s presence would petrify West more than all his years at the H.I.V.E. Academy rolled together.
“Hey, Kid. Let’s talk.”
This is what happens when I write down things i want to draw when I’ve had a few beers. Random doodle of West “rescuing” Jinx from having to send an evening with Bruce Wayne’s ward and random travel outfit Jinx.
Mr. Allen pushed open the doors to the forensics department and headed over to a workstation.
“Just give me ten, no, fifteen minutes to wrap up, and I’ll…”
Barry glanced up from his computer screen to Rudy and paused at his milk white complexion. When Rudy began to tilt Barry crossed the room between heartbeats.
Part 2 Down the Rabbit Hole sketches;
Down the Rabbit Hole updated! Enjoy the first of many sketches!
Here’s some sketches to tide you over. Some of my concept doodles when I was trying to figure out what to make for my friend’s birthday (which happens to be today (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)) and some fashion Jinx that I drew last night. I love coming up with all the possibilities as to what he “secret identity” looks like.
[A One-Shot fan-fanfic within the realms of Down The Rabbit Hole]
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather.