NocturnalMuses

"You want an ice pop? I was planning to eat both of these while up here, but I think they'll taste better if I share with you." She offered him the blue raspberry flavor since that was his color.

He wasn't going to argue with his stablehouse master. Plus he was kind of looking forward to a bit of ease for his joints. He wasn't too drained but when it came to a bit of relaxation, he wasn't going to complain.

Sliding away to the end of the table near his feet Vienna allowed Hiro to move. " A happy ending could be arranged but I feared you sitting where the head of the massage table was would break it. I think explaining your way through that one would be a greater punishment than the pleasure it offered," she said in hopes to catch his smile.

She hummed loving the feel of his hands on her.

Leaning in fully to get her fingers in to work along his hairline she heard Hiro hum giving thanks for her attention.

" How could I. I cannot say that your work will not suffer nor that your stable will be happy for the up coming tournament though. "

No sooner did she speak that her voice was taken by the sweetness of his kiss. It was simply not something she could break away from so easily. Thank goodness for putting on music she thought, as the sound of their lips pressing together warranted some sounds that would serve as a distraction.

I keep my expression steady as I stand in front of the glass, letting none of the alarm or skepticism show on my face. Inside my mind, I tighten my focus, reinforcing the mental barriers I’ve trained for exactly this kind of contact. I don’t accept what I’m being told at face value. Not from him.

“If what you’re saying is true, then there’ll be records. Logs. Medical documentation. Chain-of-custody reports for every procedure you’re describing.”

I think back carefully, keeping my tone controlled and deliberately non-reactive I shift my stance slightly, eyes flicking over the restraints, the guards’ positions, the cameras in the room. Everything is being recorded here. Everything always is. That’s the first thing I rely on.

“I’m not coming in here alone and I’m not removing oversight because you ask me to. If there’s abuse happening, it gets exposed through independent review. Not private conversations behind closed doors.”

I continue firmly, letting the boundary settle between us like a locked door. I pause just long enough to let that land. Then I add quieter, sharper.

“And if this is an attempt to isolate me or manipulate the situation, it won’t work.”

//From my Dickers/Nightwing :D if that's okay//

injury starters | accepting ( @nocturnalmuses )

Jason opened his mouth on instinct, ready to throw out the same answer he always did. I'm fine. The words never made it past his tongue.

His gaze dropped.

For a moment, he simply stared at the dark stain spreading beneath the torn fabric of his shirt, almost unable to make sense of what he was seeing. Blood. There was more of it than there should have been, soaking through the material along his side and trailing in a slow, ugly line toward his hip. His brow furrowed.

Huh.

He hadn't felt it.

There had been adrenaline, the fight, the sharp focus that came with putting one foot in front of the other and making sure everyone else got out. He'd noticed the impact, sure. A hard hit to his side, maybe a glancing blow from a blade or a bullet. Nothing worth stopping over. Nothing that had registered as anything more than another bruise waiting to happen.

The pain arrived all at once, vicious and blinding, as though his body had been waiting for permission to finally acknowledge what had happened. His breath caught violently in his throat. His stomach twisted. Heat spread through his side before becoming something colder, deeper, a brutal pressure that seemed to drive itself between his ribs with every heartbeat.

"Fuck—"

His hand flew to his side, and the world tilted.

Jason tried to straighten, tried to convince his legs that they were still supposed to be holding him upright, but his knees gave out before he could manage it. He stumbled forward, one boot scraping uselessly against the floor before he dropped hard, catching himself against the nearest solid surface.

Pain exploded through him again.

His vision flashed white.

feel free to combine prompts! add ' reverse ' to switch roles!

[ FERRIS WHEEL ] for my muse to join yours on the ferris wheel

[ COTTON CANDY ] for my muse to buy your muse cotton candy

[ PRIZE ] for my muse to win your muse a prize at a game

[ HAY BALE ] for our muses to sit together on a hay bale

[ FUNHOUSE ] for my muse to find yours lost in the funhouse

[ SNOW CONE ] for my muse to accidentally drop their snow cone

[ PAINT ] for our muses to get their faces painted together

[ RING TOSS ] for my muse to show off (or fail miserably) at ring toss

[ DANCE ] for my muse to ask your muse to dance to a local folk band

[ TICKET ] for my muse to give your muse one of their tickets

[ SNEAK AWAY ] for our muses to ditch the crowd and find a quiet spot away from everyone else

[ RAFFLE ] for my muse to win a raffle for something your muse wants

[ BALLOON ] for my muse to buy your muse a balloon

[ ROLLER COASTER ] for our muses to end up sitting next to each other on the roller coaster

[ PHOTO BOOTH ] for my muse to ask yours to take photos with them

[ TILT-A-WHIRL ] for our muses to ride the tilt-a-whirl together

[ CARAMEL APPLE ] for my muse to let your muse have a bite of their caramel apple

[ STAGE ] for our muses to get pulled up onto the stage during a show

[ SPILL ] for my muse to spill their drink all over yours

[ FUNNEL CAKE ] for our muses to share a funnel cake

[ DUNK TANK ] for my muse to end up in the dunk tank while yours throws the ball

[ KISSING BOOTH ] for my muse to be manning the kissing booth

[ KETTLE CORN ] for my muse to share their bag of kettlecorn with yours

[ PETTING ZOO ] for our muses to spend some time in the petting zoo

[ TUNNEL OF LOVE ] for our muses to end up on the tunnel of love together

[ FORTUNE ] for our muses to get their fortunes told together

[ BOOTH ] for our muses to man a booth together

[ HORSE RIDE ] for our muses to go on a horse ride together

[ LOST ] for our muses to get lost in the crowd together

[ LANTERNS ] for our muses to release lanterns into the night sky together

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate;  Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex;  Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates 

Would my character…

Send me a symbol for your muse to touch mine in some way:

I keep my expression steady as I stand in front of the glass, letting none of the alarm or skepticism show on my face. Inside my mind, I tighten my focus, reinforcing the mental barriers I’ve trained for exactly this kind of contact. I don’t accept what I’m being told at face value. Not from him.

“If what you’re saying is true, then there’ll be records. Logs. Medical documentation. Chain-of-custody reports for every procedure you’re describing.”

I think back carefully, keeping my tone controlled and deliberately non-reactive I shift my stance slightly, eyes flicking over the restraints, the guards’ positions, the cameras in the room. Everything is being recorded here. Everything always is. That’s the first thing I rely on.

“I’m not coming in here alone and I’m not removing oversight because you ask me to. If there’s abuse happening, it gets exposed through independent review. Not private conversations behind closed doors.”

I continue firmly, letting the boundary settle between us like a locked door. I pause just long enough to let that land. Then I add quieter, sharper.

“And if this is an attempt to isolate me or manipulate the situation, it won’t work.”

“No…”

This doesn’t feel right. An hour ago he was exhausted, barely able to walk. Now I’m supposed to believe he suddenly fought his way through a yard full of guards? I don’t buy it. I crouch beside the nearest guard, checking them over as I scan the area for tracks, broken restraints… anything.

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

“Nobody’s punching anybody until I know what happened.”

I glance at the guards.

“An hour ago he could barely keep his eyes open.”

I shake my head.

“That kind of change doesn’t happen for no reason.”

I fire my grapple toward the top of the wall.

“I’m going after him.”

I look back one last time.

“And nobody goes near Lawrence Whittaker.”

“Grodd… I’m here.”

My voice stays calm. I don’t move any closer yet. I watch the way he’s holding his head: the pain, the way he’s fighting something… Lawrence. It has to be.

“You don’t need to run. Whatever he did to you, we’re going to figure it out.”

I take one careful step forward and keep my eyes on him.

“Fight him. Not me.”

I tap the side of my own head and stay ready in case he lashes out, but I don’t reach for a weapon. Right now, I need him thinking and not fighting.

“Hey. Stay with me.”

I keep my voice low and kneel a few feet away instead of reaching for him.

“Listen to my voice. You’ve been fighting this for months.”

My eyes stay locked on his before shaking my cowled head.

“Don’t let him win now. If this is Lawrence, then this isn’t you.”

I glance at the way he’s clutching his head and stay ready in case he lashes out, but I don’t back away.

“You stopped.”

I point at the ground beneath him.

“That means you’re still in there.”

I take one slow step closer.

“So keep fighting. You’re not fighting me. You’re fighting him.”

“Damn it…”

For a second, I almost go after him without thinking. Then I remember what he said. Don’t follow. I look in the direction he disappeared, my jaw tight.

“Sorry.”

I fire my grapple anyway.

“I’m not leaving you alone with whatever’s in your head.”

The line goes taut, and I swing after him, keeping my distance instead of trying to catch up. If someone’s controlling him, cornering him won’t help. I need to know where he’s going. So I stay above the rooftops, following every cracked street and shattered rooftop he leaves behind. Wherever this ends… I’m ending it too.

"Good. You follow orders well Grodd." Lawrence says as he'd then begin to gesture the ape to come closer. "Your head hurts doesn't it? That's the implant I put in you." He'd say. "Now be a good ape and lie down." Inside the room was what appeared to be a makeshift laboratory with computers, test tube and bubbling concoctions. Lawrence himself now wearing a lab coat as he'd watched as Grodd would lie down on the metal table. Beginning to strap him in, he'd then begin to press his hands upon Grodd's large belly. "Soon you won't be here anymore Grodd. But your body will be useful for me." He'd say.

“So that’s it. An implant. He wasn’t lying.”

I think to myself. I don’t waste another second and throw a batarang. It slices through one of the straps holding Grodd to the table before I step into the open.

“Step away from him.”

My voice echoes through the warehouse. I keep my eyes locked on Lawrence.

“I’ve heard enough.”

I take another step forward.

“You manipulated him, hid your records and dragged him all the way out here.”

I pull another batarang into my hand.

“It’s over.”

I glance at Grodd for just a second.

“Hang on.”

Then I look right back at Lawrence.

“You’re not laying another finger on him.”

“You’ve gone from calling him a patient to using him as a hostage.”

I keep my voice steady.

“So much for therapy.”

I slowly raise my hands where he can see them.

“You want the belt?”

I unclip it, keeping every movement slow.

“Fine.”

I let it drop a few feet in front of me instead of throwing it across the room. Then I look him right in the eye.

“But let’s be honest.”

I nod toward Grodd.

“If you were really done with him, you wouldn’t be threatening to shoot him.”

I take one slow step to the side.

“You still need him.”

My eyes never leave the pistol.

“Which means you’ve got a lot more to lose here than I do.”

"Very well Batgirl." He'd say. "You got me. But I don't really think you'd let Grodd bleed out would you?" He'd ask her as he'd then begin to cock a devilish smile and then aimed his weapon towards Grodd's belly. Pulling the trigger, Grodd would then begin to scream at the sensation of the bullet lodging into his body.

"Good luck getting me and saving him!" Lawrence would say as he'd then begin to back away. "The next one goes in his head." He'd warn as he'd begin to back away towards the other side of the warehouse.

“Stay with me.”

I look up at Lawrence, my jaw tight.

“You just threw away any chance of talking your way out of this.”

I can’t call for help. My communicator’s sitting on the floor with the rest of my gear. Doesn’t matter. Right now, Grodd comes first. I keep pressure on the wound, never taking my eyes off Lawrence for long.

“Run if you want.”

I glare at him.

“But if he dies because of this…”

I shake my head.

“I’m bringing you in., no matter where you hide.”

"Foolish girl. You'll never get me." He'd say. "You won't even recognize me next time you see me." Lawrence would say as he'd then begin to make a run for it. Leaving them alone.

As Lawrence ran, Grodd would then begin to use his powers. Dark eyes glowed as the ape would then begin to invade Lawrence's mind and saw what his future plans were. It brought a smile to the gorilla's face as Grodd would then begin to speak quietly as his wound began to hurt as the adrenaline died down. "Stupid human bastard..." he cursed at Lawrence as he ran and escaped his powers grasp. "Bat...Girl...your utility belt? Have something to help me with this?" He'd ask her.

“Damn it.”

He’s gone. After everything I’ve found, everything he’s done, I had him right there and still let him slip away. I look back at Grodd and then at my utility belt lying several feet out of reach. I can’t leave him bleeding just to grab it. I stretch my leg out and hook the belt with my boot, dragging it across the floor a little at a time.

“C’mon…”

Finally, I pull it close enough to grab. I yank out the med kit and tear it open.

“Hold still.”

I press the sealant over the wound and wrap it tightly.

“This’ll slow the bleeding, but we need to get you somewhere safe.”

I glance toward the doorway again, still pissed that Lawrence got away.

“He’s not getting a second chance.”

“Hold still.”

I undo it and let his arm drop. Then I look toward the computer.

“Yeah… I’m checking it.”

I move over to the desk and wake the screen, scanning whatever’s left open. If Lawrence planned something, he might’ve left a trail behind. And after today, I’m not taking anything he says at face value. I glance back at Grodd.

“Give me a minute.”

Then I turn back to the computer.

“If he’s coming back, I wanna know why.”

“You’re kidding me…”

A body swap. He wants Grodd’s body, his powers, everything. I start copying the files onto my phone.

“And he planned to pin the whole thing on you.”

I scroll through the other documents, my expression getting darker with every page.

“He’s been thinking about this for a long time.”

I look over at Grodd.

“He’s not just obsessed with primates. He’s planning to use your powers to go after other metas. That means we don’t have time to waste.”

I save another copy of the files before shutting down the computer and grabbing my utility belt.

“First, we get you somewhere safe.”

I glance toward the warehouse entrance.

“Then we find this lab before Lawrence gets there.”

I look back at Grodd.

“Because if this is what he’s planning, I’m not letting him get anywhere near you again.”

"Where do you have in mind?" He'd ask her. "I believe medical attention would be wise." He'd say. "Lab you say?" He'd say. "Alright...let's go."