[I’m so sorry to hear the bad news, my thoughts go out to you and your family during this time. There’s a fluffy reclist here, but I wrote you something too.]
It takes Derek a second, then he remembers he’s in costume. He turns, but it isn’t a con-goer who wants to take a picture of his cosplay, but actually what looks like a little girl dressed in a TARDIS outfit with tears streaming down her face.
"Hi," Derek says as she launches herself at his knees, hugging tightly. He looks around, but he doesn’t see anyone that looks like her parents or a guardian. "Are you okay?" he asks.
"I can’t find my mom and dad," she says, wobbling. "Batman, will you help me?"
What Derek probably should do is take the girl to the nearest convention staff, but he can’t see anyone wearing a staff t-shirt near him, and he doesn’t really have anything else to do right now. “Sure,” Derek says, and the girl nods resolutely.
"I’m Jessie," she says. "And I know you’re Bruce Wayne, but I promise I won’t tell anyone."
Derek takes her hand and asks her where her parents were last, what they were wearing, what panels they had planned to go to, hopefully to get a clue where they might be. They end up walking through Artist’s Alley, and luckily Jessie has calmed down and is actually enjoying looking at the various people’s cosplays and the merchandise.
Derek’s actually having a pretty good time too; Jessie is talkative and funny, and it’s a lot better than waiting in line for a panel that isn’t going to start for hours.
"Batman, you’re a detective, how come you haven’t put together the clues yet to find my parents?" Jessie asks.
"Um, I— " Derek is saved from trying to explain he isn’t really Batman and finding two specific adults dressed as Ten and Rose is fairly difficult, since he’s seen about a dozen couples so far.
"Oh, you must need Robin!" Jessie says excitedly. "I see him right there, he can help us!" and she’s tugging him towards a steampunk booth.
Derek’s actually seen this Robin cosplayer earlier and was too embarrassed to ask for a picture (either of him or with him); his outfit is sinfully tight, and he’s modified the costume in favor of bootyshorts and the mouth underneath his mask is curled into a bright smile. And then he saw him again with a bunch of other cosplayers taking photos for the Hawkeye Initiative, and well.
He’s very flexible. And has a really nice ass.
Werewolves are known and revered throughout the world. In Beacon Hills, everyone respects the Hale Pack and the protection they provide from any wandering, feral omegas. While in his senior year of high school, Derek Hale - next in line for the mantel of “Alpha” - met freshman Stiles Stilinski, son of the town’s Sheriff. Stiles had a little hero-worship for Derek and Derek found Stiles to be adorably awkward. When Derek graduated and moved to New York to get his degree in Criminal Justice, they lost touch. Three years later, Stiles graduated and went to the LA Police Academy for a year. When he finished the Academy, Stiles moved back to Beacon Hills, ready to join his dad on the force. What he wasn’t expecting was for his high school crush to come waltzing back into his life with every intention of joining the force as well.
What the fuck is the “super” in superwholock supposed to represent
Sigh. Look at this plebian. Lets get this cleared up once and for all:
"Super" = Superbad
"Who" = The Hoobs
"Lock" = John Locke from Lost
Now can we please never have a misunderstanding about this again
Well im glad that’s cleared up