Templum Bellonae

As he approaches the entrance to their temporary base, the ground under Batman’s boots is softer than it was a month ago. Scanning the area for predators, he can see patches where the frozen soil has relaxed into mud. The chill in the wind is slightly less unyielding than it has been; the sun’s weak light lingers a little more stubbornly at the end of the day. Signs of spring, of promise.

Batman isn’t fooled. He’s never been a farmer–though he’s observed Alfred planting the manor’s herb garden for years-but he knows that early spring is starvation time.

Batman and Robin in No Man’s Land, and the promise of spring.

This whole experiment of green by Sarah T.

Johnny, post-X2.

John had felt like he was always saying the wrong thing in the Professor’s classes–things that would make the rest of the class look at him funny and the Professor himself mutter “Hmm” and then hastily change the subject. To think he might be able to get the right answer…that was new.

dragonflies draw flame by Sarah T.

Giles and Dawn’s infamous talk about boys from I Was Made to Love You.

Common Ground by Sarah T.