#arsenil

us causing gray hair: haha!!!!!! fuck yes!!!!!!  us getting gray hair: what the fuck. this sucks.

                 he doesn’t really realize it at first. they’re exhausted after a week long mission and slowly but surely everyone has left the common room they all passed out on in favor of their own beds. dick’s legs just weren’t working quite yet, and frankly the titan’s had furniture more comfortable than ANYTHING dick had in blud. eyes closed, he was just at that illusive point between consciousness and deep sleep and he’s not quite sure if the fingers he feels threading through his hair are real or imagined. either way, he nuzzles into it happily, a content sigh leaving him in a breath as his head lies to rest on what logically registers as a sturdy thigh.

                  dick rolled his eyes, allowing an annoyed huff to pass his parted lips. maybe it was roy’s calloused hands, the knowledge he was way past due in gotham,       or   MAYBE   it was dick’s premonition to blame his injury on anything   OTHER   than his bad leadership.      but he’d genuinely rather bleed out right here and now then have to face what he’s sure is coming.   bruce was going to be so disappointed.             “ i don’t know if you’ve heard---”            dick starts, shifting again away from the sting of antiseptic roy is trying to apply to his forearm.                  “ but that’s not my strong suit. ”

                    he wasn’t actually aware roy would be here this week. and as usual, a simple ‘hey i’m on my way’ or even a ‘hey, i’m here’ would be far too understated for the great speedy. dick pulls the arrow off his back, not giving roy the satisfaction of his surprise   (and well, excitement he’d be joining them)   on his face, ever grateful for the domino’s ability to mask emotions. glad his hair has grown just enough past the tips of his ears so the red doesn’t show as starkly.   dick folds open the note and reads it quickly. it took a split second to make his decision, and playing into roy’s game he pierced the note on the ‘yes’ square with a batarang and threw it till it hit the wall just beside his head.   and despite the answer, dick KNOWS the titans have to be in the training room in three minutes.       “ you’re late. ”

while connor still feels like he’s relatively new to having a big brother, this seems to be on par with the things he’d seen in movies and television shows as a child. he just figured that this wasn’t something he’d be dealing with as an adult, but who was he kidding? his own father was doing things like this to him still too. his arms wave around frantically, but he gives a half-hearted effort in pushing the redhead off of him. ❝ c-cut it out! ❞

the archer tries to shoo his brother way from him, his lips tugged up into a playful smile as he does so. ❝ contrary to popular belief, i do get out. i just am not going to clubs or whatever. where do you want to go so badly? ❞