The Ink Drinker

Finished it right in time, even if I had to pull an all nighter haha

kon's   parked   on   the   top   of   one   of   gotham's   skyscrapers   only   a   *moment   later,   releasing   their   hold   on   tim   as   the   latter   frees   himself   from   kon's   grasp   to   catch   his   breath   or   do   whatever   it   was   that   tim   needed   to   do.   kon   shakes   himself   free   of   hay   and   whatever   else   he   had   on   him,   hands   in   his   pockets   as   they   wait   for   tim's   explanation,   ❝ i   mean   ⸺   you   know   i'm   nosy   tim,   but   you   don't   have   to   *explain   anything.   like   the   *awesome   hero   i   am,   i   came   flying   the   moment   i   heard   you   call   my   name. ❞

"Seriously, thanks Kon." Tim maneuvered to sit down with care. No concerns of falling because his best friend was a super hero. "Just was a looong night. All of them are manageable, but each one hitting every time another is fixed. You know, one of those." Eyes went down and noticed the attire. So that was hay in their hair. "Were you doing chores?"

 "Yeah I fucking do," but that was not said with a smug tone. It was one of frustration. Disappointment. This felt like something that was going to nag him in the back of his head and trust, Roy wanted to let it go. He just felt this defiant nature in him from being pushed into the dark because that is what Oliver did to him all the time under the guise of protection. Frown deepened when Jason proved that was a part of his big speech on it. "So what. Blood in blood out like a fucking gang? You act as if my hands don't have stains from the blood too!" Angrily, Roy pressed his pointed finger into Jason's chest. "Where is the fucking line, Jason? How long does this go on before there is a fuck up? What is going to prevent you from slipping into being one of the people we kill?" A pause at the realization. "Am I going to have to take you down?"

Just a boy 🎂

she peeked nervously over at jaime as he drove, her hands wringing together in her lap. " you really didn't have to come, @inkdevourer " she said, finally breaking the silence that had been hanging between them since they'd left the city limits. " the last thing i want is to pull you away from your family. " she looked back down at her hands. " especially since i don't know when we'll be able to come back. "

It seemed they could never catch a break long enough to be settled. Every since coming back from off planet, Jaime kept feeling like he had lost a piece of himself in that gladiator arena and the only time he felt even a bit whole was when Cassie was in his presence. They had built a bond over the past few months, spiraling into a relationship neither dug too deep into and allowed the quiet to lead them. It was beautiful and innocent while it last. Now the looming possibility of another death lingered in the air, but Jaime had every intention of running from it for as far and long as it took. He could not lose Cassie for so many new founded reasons. More so to a group that deemed they had a right to decide what was good for the timeline and what wasn't. If that was the case, to hell with them. The country side was attempting to offer some of that peace back, but his glances exposed the anxiety of this lacing in Cassie. He too had ditched his phone after a text to his mother explaining what he could without endagering his family. "Like hell I was going to sit home worried sick over where you were and what was happening. Not huh." Hands shifted on the steering wheel so one could reach out and tangle fingers into one of her own to stop the twisting, to give her an anchor. "I'm not going to let you die alone again. That's not right. Not happening." More importantly. "It's my turn to save you. Let me, okay?" That tone softened with emotion. Even if it meant for another day, a week, a month.

BROOKLYN NINE NINE 2.23 – Johnny and Dora

Bare toes dig into the mat but he is torn between locking that knee in or staying loose. Knowing Dick, staying loose was the better option because he had this annoying habit of bending his body in ways that should not be possible. Roy had learned how to counter a few during their years together in Titans, but hell did he love the surprises. The open smile on that face signaling he was enjoying himself never the less with Dick in a submissive position. "Yeah, you should take your own advice." he teased, that breath hot from the blood rushing through his veins at their sparring workout. Roy saw it, the moment that sparkle of an idea hit. Thank god he did not lock his knee because the movement was fast, his body played well to have it stumble and control shifted. An 'oof' heard as the archer is pinned now, that pretty face inches from his own with such pride in it. "Dick." While a name, Roy said it in the tone of an insult. A chuckle coming out of his throat seconds after, one hand rose, patting Richard's cheek playfully. "Fishing for compliments? That's cute." Roy had one option left and he was not afriad to use it. The other hand moved down low, searching along the hip for that spot in particular. "You know damn well half of Bludhaven thinks you are." Fingers attempted to pinch and tickle Richard's side. Dirty move, not one a criminal would use.

Robin