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౨ৎ she/her, 23. libra baby. highkey obsessed with tim drake, hal jordan’s actual wife, a coffee lover! afrolatina. artist. written by jorge amado. literally the song ‘escurinha’ by cartola. lucy van pelt from peanuts.

® the first time you invited him to go shopping with you, you mentioned you’d been saving money for a while and he was personally offended you hadn’t just told him you wanted new clothes. like if you’d said something earlier, he could’ve handled it weeks ago.

he usually doesn’t let you pay for anything no matter how hard you try. he has money, so why would he let you? but this time he respects that you wanted to buy things yourself. ® damian takes great pride in knowing you, your habits, your taste, your favorite colors. so when it comes to clothes it’s no different. he’s so observant he knows exactly what pieces you’ll love and actually wear.

the first time he picks something out and you actually love it, he’s so proud of himself it becomes a personal challenge every time you shop together. he’ll scan the entire store like he’s been given a top-secret mission: find the perfect pair of shoes before you do. ® that’s also why he’s weirdly good at thrift shopping. he’s meticulous, determined, and refuses to leave the store until he finds you the perfect pair of jeans. he will literally scour every rack like his life depends on it. ® he loves it when you ask for his opinion, especially if you actually take it seriously. he's very honest so if you ask his thoughts on something you're planning on buying, be ready to hear the truth. he’s just roasting the clothes but focusing on technicalities, he’s not like “that’s ugly” he’s like “the craftsmanship is an insult.”

“i’s polyester. It’s not nice, it’s lying to you. that’s plastic pretending to be silk.” “the seams are uneven.” “acrylic blend. it’s going to pill after two washes. you might as well wrap yourself in sandpaper.”

® if you’re a person that’s into makeup, he will lend you his arms for swatches if you ask him.

“this one’s too orange for your undertone. try something with a cooler base.” “how do you even know that?” you raise an eyebrow at him. “i know color theory. I paint. and interrogate people under harsh lighting.”

® he insists on carrying all the bags and will glare if you try to grab one. “what, you think i can’t carry them myself?” he’ll mutter even though you both know he just doesn’t want you to get tired.

honestly it’s taking a long time cause i’m afraid of messing up but I’ll figure it out

kisses in foreign cities | going on vacation with barbara gordon ˚｡⋆ ୨୧

summary: trying to get barbara to relax for the first time in what feels like a lifetime.

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you lay back into the seat of the airplane, trying to be as comfortable as you can to endure the next few hours until your destination. barbara quietly adjusts her neck pillow, looking way too stressed for someone who is about to go on vacation.

it's been a while since she has been allowed to relax, specially not fully. you've been trying to get her to decompress for a while now, but there's aways something getting in the way, aways another emergency, like there's a gravitational field cruelly pulling her away from rest, and quite frankly, from you.

it started with the day you planned a spa date. you had planned and booked everything in advance to make sure to get a good time slot, reading and comparing packages and stablishment reviews like a possessed person at 3 a.m. only for your efforts to be washed away by the big tide that is gotham's alarming crime rate and a random weirdo in a themed costume that decided it was a good idea to attack the city right on the exact time you were checking into the establishment. because of course.

then you planned a movie night, that way she wouldn't even have to leave the house! just sit there and not lift a finger while you finally get to spoil your overworked vigilante girlfriend with junk food and a sappy rom-com you were sure she’d spend the whole time judging the main character's choices and making sarcastic comments about. but things can´t just be simple, no. that day barbara had to leave mid makeover scene to help intercept a joker gas release at a crowded amusement park.

this was just the start of a series of ruined dates and what you thought was going to be the pivot for your villian arc. maybe make a duo with calendar man and orchestrate a strike on valentine´s day out of pure frustation.

this time, however, barbara planned everything by herself, even when you insisted on sharing the responsibility with her. she wanted to make it up to your for all the times your efforts went down the drain. she figured that, being far away from gotham would also mean being far away from any possible interruption.

and that’s how you ended up on a plane.

she's very worried about everything going perfect and you can clearly see it on her face. she already spent the previous night double-checking everything in the luggage you packed. then triple-checking. then somehow convincing herself that you had accidentally packed two left shoes for her, which you hadn’t, and repacking the whole suitcase from scratch while you laid in bed, pretending not to hear the quiet but escalating argument she was having with a travel-sized lint roller. you glance at her again. she’s finally stopped fidgeting, head tilted back against the seat, eyes closed, not sleeping, but close enough. you slide your hand gently over hers, resting on the armrest between you. “i packed the right shoes,” you whisper, just loud enough for her to hear. her lips twitch upwards, but she doesn’t open her eyes. like she wants to laugh but is too stressed to.

“guess I’ll be the judge of that when we land,” she murmurs. “cause i swear if one more thing goes wrong I’m putting myself in arkham and calling it a sabbatical.” you snort softly at that, turning in your seat just enough to catch her expression. her eyes are still closed, but her jaw is tight, like she’s only half-joking. “if anything goes wrong…” you pause, letting your thumb brush over the back of her hand, “…we’ll figure it out. together.”

⁀➷ cat got your tongue?

surprisingly, roy doesn’t come straight to you when he first realizes he’s attracted to you. you see, my man’s been unlucky when it comes to love for as long as he can remember, so at first all he does is look at you from a distance. not in a creepy way, but roy knows he can be a handful at times.

it really doesn’t matter if you’re a civillian or a vigilante, he thinks of himself as too much of a mess most of the time, so that prevents him from making a move for a while.

it does not, however, prevent him from desperately trying to make you laugh.

⁀➷ joking is his love language

roy is aways teasing and spewing jokes like his like depends on it. mostly because he wants to see you laugh. even on the most inconvenient moments.

If a joke does land? as soon as you turn the other way, he’s doing a tiny air pump of triumph like he just won the superbowl. he thinks you don’t notice. you definitely caught him doing it a couple of times.

he’ll love it if you tease him back. your jokes will sometimes be met with a “careful or I’ll make you carry my gear” and a big smug grin across his face.

⁀➷ calls you by nicknames.

it doesn’t take long before he gives you a nickname and runs with it. i can definitely picture him calling his partner angel, dove, pretty bird, hotshot.

after the day he gives you a nickname, your name will only be used when he’s talking about a serious subject.

⁀➷ clock is ticking.

he probably makes a move after one of his friends (it’s probably either lilith, jason or donna) knocks sense into his head. not that they convince him to ask you out, god knows how much he wanted to, but they give him that final push he needed.

it hits him like a train. what could he be possibly be waiting for? he’s been pining forever but never actually crossing that line.

“okay, screw it! i can’t keep dancing around this. go out with me. please.” it’s not suave. it’s not a line. it’s raw, nervous. he immediately shoves a hand through his hair and mutters, “god, that was so lame” but he’s already smiling, wide and crooked, and you already accepted.

⁀➷ stuck to your side.

physical touch is a must for roy, doesn’t have to be sexual, he just likes touching you.

he likes kissing your whole face. kisses your nose to say good morning, kisses your shoulder when hugs you from behind, nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck when you’re embracing after a long mission.

if you’re laying down in bed minding your business, sometimes he will lay on top of you, laughing as you curse at him and try to push his deadweight off you with no sucess.

⁀➷ dad of the year award.

you’d have to spend time with lian. he is definitely beaming when you get along well.

when he sees you two laughing together, he’s practically glowing. like, he’ll lean against a wall, arms crossed, watching with a grin that says, “yep, my two favorite people in the same room.”

he’s giddy when you and lian team up to roast him. “oh, great, now it’s two against one.” (but secretly? he lives for it.)

⁀➷ a future? and I’m in it?

when he’s really comfortable, he lets slip little wishes for the future, like little plans about “when we get out of this mess” or “maybe one day.”

“maybe one day we… i dunno… take a real vacation somewhere not on fire or under threat. just… us.” he’ll say it so casually, like he’s joking, but there’s that tiny tremble in his voice that betrays how much he means it.

roy melts when you share with him that you have plans that include him. he’ll love hearing about them even if they’re casual plans like going out, but it makes him specially happy, and honestly surprised when they’re long term plans. like wait … you mean… you actually see him in the future?

➤ tim’s social media posts follow three exact themes:

chaotic photos he thinks are aesthetically appealing. some of them are purposefully blurry and you swear you can’t quite make out what’s in them. they’re mostly pictures he took on hang outs with you and/or with his friends, which usually captions with an inside joke no one else understands.

he aways makes sure to insert random memes in between photo dump slides.

extremely professional posts related to wayne enterprises™ that look way too out of place compared to the rest of his feed.

and pictures he took of you.

they’re mostly candid pictures because, weirdly enough, most of the time you don’t actually see him take a picture of you, so you don’t exactly get to pose for them even if you wanted to.

he does ask for your permission before posting them, though. he doesn’t wanna risk getting scolded if you don’t like the picture. but he eventually learns to filter the ones you’ll definitely like.

➤ he’s either radio silent for weeks or spamming content. there’s no in between.

sometimes you swear that if you only knew tim through social media, you’d think he went missing. other times his followers are met with dozens of reposts of things he found funny at 3am.

➤ he is 100% the type to fall victim to doomscrolling and will end up quoting weirdly specific tiktoks word for word to you.

➤ adding to that, prepare for your inbox to be FULL.

he will text you a picture or send you a post of literally anything as long as there’s two of them and follow up with a message that only says “us”

➤ if you see a trend on tiktok and decide to try it on him to see his reaction prepare to be frustrated ‘cause he’s most likely seen it. you’ve managed to surprise him a few times though.