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MIDNIGHTER wasn’t exactly free of any bruises, bumps, and marks; he had an advantage in the form of a healing factor, however, and could feel injuries inside and out already knitting themselves together again. Rolling shoulders as he gave an exhale to the other man, the smirk tilting his lips up half-painted with blood from a particularly vicious broken nose, Midnighter put arms out at his sides.

          ❝ You can hardly hit me worth something on your best day,           what    makes   you   think   you’ll   manage   anything    so           IMPRESSIVE now? ❞

Gloved hands pulled his cowl off, Midnighter shoving the mask away into a pocket.

Send “You’re not going anywhere” for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their wrist.

Frowning, Jason looked down at the hand gripping tight at his wrist. He subtly shifted, testing his brother’s grip. Well, he certainly wasn’t going anywhere unless he planned on dragging Dick with him, or breaking a few of his fingers to get free. He let out a breath and looked at the older man, head cocked to on side.

Expression pained, Jason stepped back, watching Dick closely. He had never seen him like this, so torn up. 

Grimacing, Jason shifted a little uncomfortably. “What city?”

“-oh baby.” Was the breathy hum as fingers moved up her neck pulling her away from his. Grin spreading across his features he immediately pulled her into a kiss as his hands wrapped around her hair tugging hard in return.

“Bite me there again and I think we’ll be losing a few things tonight, sweetheart. Starting with your clothes.”

“You make so many promises.”

Barbara’s head was tugged to the left, away from the jugular. Certainly not where she wanted to be. So she shoved her own hands up, pushing against his hold to weasel her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Using the new grip Barbara pulled Richard to the right and pressed her teeth against the same spot. 

“But what’s one more.”