the nyc.

Unfortunately. Who knew she was into the whole ‘child murdering, sociopath’ type. Think it says more about her than him, if you ask me. 

They both bore me. At least Enchantress has some interesting proclivities. 

God, one can only hope. No offense, Bear-Bear, but you can do so much better than your sister. I’m single, by the way. 

And I care because?

Maybe getting a nice massage with a happy ending will cure his crabbiness. Batman? More like Sadman.

Apparently, Natasha’s old boy-toy. Wonder if Barton feels jealous yet?

I hear your right hand can be very fulfilling. 

“That sounds about right. I guess that means ole Batsy better watch his ass. Fists are probably gonna be flying his way next.”

I can be helpful and list them off (mind you, some are a little stale), but anything else, you’re a bit too vague about honey.

Bobby/St. John (or is that just me?), Clint/Natasha, Pietro/Felicia (they’re hot leave me alone), Steve/Wanda, Miles/MJ/Peter (does this count or can the girl just not decide?), Tony/Banner,  Wade/Anything with a Pulse, Frank/Karen (maybe), Jessica/Bruce, Bucky/Daisy, Ted/Michael, Beatriz/Tora, Snart/Mick, Selina/Bruce, Babs/Anything With A Pulse, Nyssa/Sara, Bruce/Zach/Jason (I’m a hoe for the Waynes, can you tell?), Bart/Jaime, Lori/Joker, Dinah/Ollie, Barry/Iris.

Anyone else getting a serious Sugar Daddy vibe from Lorna and Mr. Wayne, or?

Asking us for thoughts is like asking a doctor to look at your hangnail. Sure we can do it, but where’s the challenge? Where’s the entertainment? 

We’re ever so much more interested in your thoughts, little birds. Send us specific dirt. Who’s banging who? Who’s getting into fights? Who should’ve signed that pesky Registration Act, but is cowering in the shadows instead? 

Don’t make us do all the work, darlings. We’re just here for the funsies. 

Again. Let’s wait for people to make a little splash before we throw them into the flames, kittens. I need fuel for these fires, they don’t light themselves. 

I guess even when your genitals match, opposites attract.

I’m sure they won’t last, little bird. Either the fire will melt those cold hearts into puddles, or the ice will choke the life out of the flames. Either way, should be fun!