FOLLOWS FOR NIX FOR BEGIN AGAIN

( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): i wanted to!! 💞 ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): i do know how you hate to make your own lunches because of how much of the messy you are ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): i say with much of the love!!!  ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): you do not keep me, silly! i can work while with you 🥰 ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): and i will be around for you to give you to do the borrowing a listening ear! is that the saying?

❛ no, talk about his ass, please ❜ 

@cxrcusbxrd 

Daisy huffed a laugh and offered the masked vigilante a smirk. “I thought Nightwing’s ass was trending on Twitter. I can’t not comment on yours too.” She could have avoided it and probably should have, she knew that Nightwing hung around Red Robin and Steph enough that she probably knew him on some level. (But she wasn’t reaching out to memorize his vibrations — she probably should have given Kara the same treatment, the allowance of distance — it was too late for that, but she could offer Nightwing a hint of privacy at least.) 

The second chance initiative was giving Daisy exactly that — another chance at being what she was good at and not be locked up on the Raft again for a mistake. (It wasn’t a lethal mistake but… it was one that Fury wasn’t keen on letting her get away with without some sort of oversight. And with Coulson gone… there was no one watching her.) Walking the streets again and looking out for crime — being able to get involved again without fear of handcuffs? It was a comforting thing. But Nightwing still didn’t have that as far as Daisy knew. Most of the heroes from Gotham didn’t… so if Daisy could help out, she would. 

“I mean… his ass is okay if you like boxes,” Daisy offered. “He should wear a cape, at least that way it’s hidden — he can reveal the disappointment later. You know, as a man does.” Another joke, but she glanced at Nightwing before nodding her head. “Should we jump in before he doesn’t anything stupid or?” It was likely that box butt wasn’t going to do anything belligerent. But he was really loud and spouting hate which… made Daisy want to shove her boot in his mouth.

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          Contrary to popular phrasing: Dick Grayson hated people talking about his ass.

          Glutes were just a side effect of working your whole life to be in peak physical condition. He’d been a flyer since he could hold onto a horizontal bar, he’d literally been training for the work he’d been doing as far back as he could really remember. It took work to be able to act like you were in a circus aerial act without any bars or nets, and that came with training and enough work in the field to make any secret operative wonder how the hell he’d been playing this game for so long.

          So forgive him when the minute someone starts to talk about his butt, while in skintight kevlar triple weave no less, the white lenses of his mask squint a little.

          “Most Gotham criminals don’t wear capes,” He chirped, though a little less friendly with all the... Nevermind. “Most of them actually dress up for their arrests.” The number of times he could remember seeing them in suits. Harvey, Oswald, Eddie, all dressed to the nines while their jaw met his elbow. But this was just your average joe causing a ruckus. If he took the time to really scope out the scene, he might find some kind of gang patch sewn onto his jacket, a tattoo somewhere that showed allegiance. Henchmen were everywhere, you just had to look closely enough. 

          K R A C K ! ! !

          “You came all the way to Haven just to make that joke?” But the vigilante was still smiling, just barely squinting the white eyes of his mask as he followed through on the backhand strike, one more robbery attempt flattened with a perp face down on the pavement. Slow night, Dick wondered silently, considering he’d caught the small group right before they committed the act... Still, wouldn’t help if they’d hit any other stores before, the law was not kind to any repeat offenders. With a hefty breath, he shouldered his weaponized escrima and got to work on the ‘clean-up’: zip-tying the barely conscious would-be criminals and patting them down, checking for weapons, goods, anything. Wouldn’t help the local PD if they had the evidence still hidden away. 

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text message → @cxrcusbxrd​

( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): heelllooo my love 🥰 ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): i have left you a lunch in the fridge to take to work!! ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): no, i did not make it before you ask. i have bought it, thank you very much.  ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): i had an early meeting to go over the design concepts i have been working on! sorry to leave you, but you are very adorable when you are sleeping 😋 ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): if you would like, i can stay again tonight? i do not have to go into the office and can work on the designs from home? it is up to you, if you are not too much of the busy! ( 📩 → richard 💙🌟 ): i do love to spend all the time with you 🥰🥰🥰

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“You went snooping through my personnel file didn’t you?” Helena asked, it was the most obvious place he could find out about her birthday without her telling him. She grabbed the bottle of whiskey and two glasses, putting it down on the coffee table as she took a seat on the couch. She gestured for Dick to sit down too and poured them both a drink. “I’m honestly surprised it took you this long to find out my birthday.”

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          “Maybe so. What about it?” Dick chuckled, a bit of a shake in his head as he started to take in the surroundings. It was a reflex to take account of his exits, his available weapons, even if he was in friendly territory. It didn’t take long for him to snap out of it, noting the booze and the couch. How could he say no? This was the friendliest she’d been to him in... Well, nearly a year, he’d have to guess. She was a good resource and an even better connection. One or two drinks couldn’t hurt. It was a birthday they were celebrating after all. “I am too,” he admitted. “I would’ve gone snooping faster, but I didn’t really have access to your own personal record.” Sure he did, he just liked to stay out of the Batcave. He was sure Bruce knew it, or deduced it. Whatever.

***

Donna had so much to learn still, and she knew that in reality learning never ended. But, Man’s World was full of so many wonders and differences that could make a girl’s head spin. Boys were one thing, but also so many different forms of violence and war that were nothing like the culture she was raised in. Sometimes she missed the days of chasing Diana around the shores on her Pegasus. Sometimes, she just missed Diana.

“And you’re going to teach me?” She laughed like it was a joke, but Dick was always patient with her as she’d learned a new language and culture all at once. “Speedy is not used to having to work with a team like us, Boy Wonder.” This time her smile was sad. “And if we are honest, none of us are experts at team work. I never listened well to Diana, and don’t tell me Mr. Perfect has never questioned Batman before. Maybe if he knew you cared, he might listen better.”

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          “I can try my best, though you, like the rest of them, can be extremely stubborn.” That got him grinning again. Damn, she really did have a way of bringing him out of a funk sometimes. They all did, truth be told, but a leader had to have the discipline to separate his work from his play, and right now it was work that was directly on his mind. Work that the rest of them should also be worried about, if not for their invulnerability or super-healing. There were people out there that could do much worse than what Roy was healing from, even to his Super-friends. Him being one of them.

          “... We are a bit different from the big-time, huh?” The League. Almost all of them had connections to members, or at least part-members. It was kind of treated like that was the goal, the candy at the end of the rope. “... No one questions Batman.” It’s a dead lie, but at least most people don't outwardly question him. As far as he knows. God, why was he second-guessing all this stuff? Shouldn’t he be set about all this?? Once again, he pulled his face into a tight frown. “... Fine. I’ll talk to him. Later. I doubt he’ll even listen.”

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***

Kori never had felt the urge to hide from Dick. If there was someone she was always completely honest with? It was him. No one made her happier, yet also sadder, than Dick Grayson. She thought she knew him better than anyone, but then he…he did stuff like this and it left her confused and her heart aching. It seemed like he wanted to push her away and pull her back in in the same breath. 

“We will not—no one has worked better than we have,” Kori insisted despite the tears now starting to continuously roll down her cheeks. “You say you want this, but your actions are speaking very differently than your words.” Frustration was at war with her overwhelming feeling of sadness. She had taken a step back, putting space between her and Dick and wiped at the tears staining her cheeks. Her chest hurt. The familiar feeling of heartbreak was not one she liked to feel once more.

Kori’s fingers in her free hand curled up into a tight fist, to hide the trembling and the barest hint of orange skin lighting up green for a beat with starbolts before dimming out just as quickly. Kori wanted to push Dick away, to keep space between them, but couldn’t find it in her heart to do just that. She looked tired and beyond heartbroken. “Why?” She asked softly, “why do you want me to stay? You know I will always stay for you, Dick.” Maybe that was the problem. No matter how many times Dick could break her heart, Kori would always stay for him. She’d do it a thousand times over and over again.  

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          Dick... Was confused himself. There was something deep inside of him that never wanted to let go, that wanted to pursue this crazy love he’d found himself over and over again, one that they kept stealing in heated glances and even hotter fights when they were apart. As far as human empathy went, Dick had trained himself to feel it less outwardly, but the pain he saw on her face... God, it’s almost as bad as if...

          Dick felt the heat before he saw it, and he tensed, his sad eyes hardening just for a moment as he readied himself to dodge, leap out of the way of an oncoming bolt. If he got hit, well... He was sure he deserved it, but he’d become so accustomed to ducking and flying out of the way. If he thought about it too much, it might even become a metaphor for the conundrum he faced in that very moment. “I...” He started, face hardening further as his brows creased, trying to come up with some logical answer. In truth, he had no idea. He didn’t want to claim it was soul mates, those kinds of things didn’t exist, and if they did there’d be scientific papers on the phenomena. He would’ve read them, studied them, known the links so he could better his crime-fighting through just the understanding of human emotion... And yet, this confused the ever-loving shit out of him. Why was he still holding on? Why wasn’t he running away? Why did he want to stop freaking out about something ridiculously dumb and just ki-

          “I...” He began again, the words catching in his throat. Slowly, his grip loosened, the hand dropping to his side, dim eyes looking down at the concrete beneath his feet. “I don’t know... I genuinely do not know.” Defeat laced between his words, like he’d been too late to the scene of a crime. He wasn’t the worst when it came to an unsolvable riddle, but the fear at the back of his mind... It wasn’t helping in the slightest. “I... I’m sorry, I just... I need some time to think. I need to... Get my head on straight.” Dick tensed further as soon as the words left his mouth. They sounded a bit too familiar. He’d used them before. “But... God, I just... I have to think about all of this.”