Everything was going smoothly—at least for Tim.
He sat in a chair inside the Batcave, the screen before him displaying live surveillance footage of the city and status updates from vigilantes in the field. In the background, someone was discussing patrol shifts while another was cleaning gear. Yet a subtle smile lingered at the corners of Tim's lips.
Nora had basically become part of the Bat Family.
She didn’t wear a mask or a uniform, nor did she throw punches at criminals, but everyone knew—she belonged here now. Jason sometimes called her “Magic Teacher,” Dick had created a system account for her, and Damian had even drawn a picture of a T-Rex and asked her to make it appear.
After the crayon dinosaurs and whale sharks showed up in Gotham,121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9lm1YhZdZt
The whole thing felt like a dream—a ridiculous one at that. Yet it was from that day on that everyone began to accept the fact that their household now included a kindergarten teacher who could do magic.
The newspaper dubbed her the "Painted Brachiosaurus."121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLMZOrC8ylO
The front page of that day’s Gotham Times featured an enormous brachiosaurus strolling down city streets with the headline: "Painted Brachiosaurus Appears! Has Gotham Entered a Fairytale Dimension?"
Everyone had theories about the dinosaurs and whale sharks.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsQnX73NQEf
Some uploaded videos to forums claiming they were secret government weapons. Others guessed they were the work of a newly emerged metahuman. Some even insisted the public had fallen into a mass hallucination.
One theory claimed they were mutated creatures grown from irradiated bones,121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6D6VW7cgPD
While others said they were advanced botanical biotech like Poison Ivy's creations. Interviewed experts stammered and hedged, refusing to confirm or deny anything.
Some believed the creatures had been drawn by magical crayons,121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HFCHvdCZy
That idea found surprising traction among children, who began drawing their own dream dinosaurs at school, hoping the "Coloring Teacher" could bring them to life.
Some thought Superman went to Jurassic Park to fetch them.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmsMrCFbIHB
Online, people even drew comics of Superman dragging a herd of dinosaurs through a time portal. The comment section went wild. Some speculated it was a new collaborative project between Superman and Batman, codenamed: "JURASSIC JUSTICE."
That day, on the balcony in his mother’s arms,121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpUK5NElqG1
Finn rested his head on her shoulder, sucking his thumb and staring wide-eyed into the distance.
He saw the brachiosaurus return, with Dad riding atop it.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRc2d1AyhEO
That tall, familiar figure sat steadily on the dinosaur’s neck, one hand shielding his eyes from the wind, the other waving toward them.
Dad reached out to help Mom climb onto the dinosaur’s back. Leila hesitated for a moment but smiled and took his hand, pretending not to be afraid of heights in front of their son.
And then the brachiosaurus began walking home.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc4iJCzt1Rx
Each of its steps felt like it was treading clouds—heavy yet steady. Giant footprints pressed into the road, only to dissolve like dreamlike illusions in the shifting light.
Under the starry sky, cradled between his parents,121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTWvj9fuYKt
Finn nestled between them, head resting on Mom’s chest, Dad’s arm wrapped around them both. It was warm.
His excitement gradually gave way to sleep.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytDE4IRwhr
He still wanted to talk, to ask more about the dinosaur, but his eyelids grew heavy. He yawned before he could even close his mouth.
Though the brachiosaurus moved slowly, it was steady, like a cradle.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW2VUUypOtr
Its pace was that of an old boatman rowing a skiff—soothing, sleep-inducing. Starlight spilled down its long neck, making its back shimmer.
Finn fell asleep to his mom gently patting his back.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQt1dderGC
His last memory was her humming a lullaby in a language he didn’t recognize, and Dad whispering, “He’s asleep,” before kissing his forehead.
The next day, Finn opened his picture book. The dragon was gone.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2oUUNqN3C
While brushing his teeth, he flipped to his sketchpad, only to find the page where he'd drawn the sauropod was now blank. Only faint crayon marks remained.
Finn's eyes widened.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRhA6mMdXfR
He froze on the spot, toothbrush still in his mouth. He looked around, as if the dinosaur might pop out from behind the curtain or closet.
He rushed to the dining room. A bunch of people were already there.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDLC24U7X1V
The Bat Family had gathered early. Some were drinking coffee, others catching naps, and a few were collapsed on the couch, clearly exhausted from the night before.
A bunch of vigilantes with dark circles under their eyes greeted him.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡffg22WR22Z
“Morning, little dino whisperer,” Dick said with a grin. “Next time, draw me a mecha T-Rex, will ya?” Jason mumbled mid-yawn.
But Finn ignored them all.121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNbhx0fOoV
Like a charging toy train, he darted between people’s legs and barreled straight toward the familiar figure at the end of the dining table.
He ran straight to his mom,121Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpOX95LyzE9
Hugged her leg tightly, looked up with fierce determination on his face.
And declared loudly: “Mom, I don’t wanna marry Miss Nora—I want Miss Nora to teach me magic!”
A beat.
Then everyone burst out laughing. Coffee nearly sprayed out of someone’s nose, toast hit the floor. Tim immediately ducked his head, one hand covering his face, pretending he had no connection whatsoever to the kid.
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and then Add to home screen.