Happy Bad Batch Day!!!

Happy Bad Batch Day!!!

Guys it’s Bad Batch day (9/9)

I mean, every day is Bad Batch day, but today especially. I better celebrate by watching TWO episodes of Bad Batch this evening.

My favorite Father/Daughter duo! 🥰

slipping through my fingers all the time…

What a duo!

TBB doodle😁 Hunter and Crosshair on a mission 👊

I’ve got something in my eye!

Call Home

543 words

for the @summer-of-bad-batch prompt "Yeah kid, we're fine"

warning: sappy

"Yeah, kid, we're fine," Wrecker said over Hunter's shoulder. They spoke to the bluish tinged image of Omega on the screen. Her blond hair was cut short, above her ears. Hunter's mouth had fallen open at the initial sight of it and Crosshair had nudged him, widening his eyes at him when Hunter turned at the touch. 

"And Batcher?" Omega asked. "How's my girl?"

She sounds lonely, Hunter thought. He tilted the screen to include the hound who was in her bed sprawled on her back, all four feet in the air. "Her life is ruff. R U F F," Hunter spelled out, laughing. 

Omega giggled. "What else is new? How is your garden this year, Crosshair?" 

"It's growing. I've produced enough melons to feed your rebellion." Crosshair leaned over Hunter's other shoulder so she could see his smile. Omega smiled back, her hand reaching up as if she could touch them through the screen. Hunter's hand lifted automatically and dropped again.

"Wrecker caught the biggest shark you've ever seen yesterday. Tell her about it, Wreck," Hunter said.

Wrecker's eyes, already shining, sparkled as he told Omega about his catch. He had, of course, released it. 

"Did you take a picture? I want to see!" 

"No, but it was enormous. Could have swallowed Batcher like she was a piece of Mantell mix!" 

Hunter cleared his throat. He wanted to know how she was, what she was doing but he was afraid to ask. Afraid of the answers she might give. "How...how are you, Omega? How is the rebellion?"

"Everything's...great. Small victories, you know? We just have to stay focused on our wins. Hera says we're getting closer every day. My ship is still in one piece, so that's...that's good..." Her voice over the holocall sounded faint, tired.

Kriff, Hunter thought, it's worse than I imagined. He took a deep breath and Wrecker squeezed his shoulder. 

"I better go. I miss you guys. So. Much." Omega leaned forward and suddenly they could see every line in her face. The circles under her eyes gave her a worn appearance. 

"Ok, kid. Take care and call again soon," Wrecker said, touching her fingers through the screen. She kept her hand there and when Wrecker dropped his, Crosshair brought his fingers up to meet hers. "Love you, Mega.." he said softly before turning quickly to leave, the back of his hand swiping at his eyes. 

"Love you too, Crosshair. Miss you."

Hunter reached for her image, pressing his palm flat against hers. 

"Are you getting enough sleep, Omega?" he asked, hurriedly getting the words he had wanted to ask earlier out. "Are they taking care of you?"

"Yes, Hunter," she rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't remove her hand. "You don't have to worry about me." Her reassuring smile did nothing for Hunter and he sighed deeply. Their eyes met through the screen and he wished he could wrap his arms around her, keep her safe. 

"Can't help it. I'll always worry about you. Til you're home safe. I love you, kid. Talk again soon."

"Love you, Hunter." 

The call ended, and her image faded to black. Hunter's hand stayed where it was, resting against the smooth glass for several long minutes. 

This is so perfect!

@techwrecker I don't know what exactly you wanted, but I did this. When you said about Milo and Tech, that's just the first image that popped into my mind.

batch boys 🫡