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Before my muse disappeared, they gave yours a series of ‘open when’ letters. Send a symbol to read them.

Send me 🎼 for a short playlist about our muses!

precious - depeche mode

just like you - three days grace

back to hannalei - from first to last

scarlet - periphery

aggression - palisades

the beginning - one ok rock

still waiting - sum 41

the red - chevelle

weight of living pt 1 - bastille

the fire - puppet & the eden project

Tim stares at Bruce for a long moment with narrowed eyes, face pulling in to a small scowl. There’s an anger that ignites in his stomach, can feel his blood begin to boil the longer he stares at the older man. 

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Jason’s eyes narrowed as he ran across the rooftops, following the crazy man dressed as a bat from the rooftops. He’s almost positive Bruce probably know’s he’s there, following him, but it hasn’t stopped either of them.

They’re playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse, though this time they’re both the cat- hunting the same mouse. It’s a matter of time to see who get’s there first, and this time instead of forging his own way, Jason has decided to follow Bruce’s path. 

“Come on, Batsy!” He yelled from his rooftop, “Give up! This asshole is mine!’ Said ‘asshole’ is a known pimp- abusive. One of the girls Jason’s likes, a friend, almost, left him in a bad way- and now Jason is out for blood. His blood.Somehow, Bruce found that out and is getting in Jason’s way. 

“Come on! He deserve’s whatever’s coming to him, anyway!” Just let me have this one, Batsy. That’s all Jason’s asking. 

Besides, Jason could always go for a good beating. 

Send me “Bad Dream” to get a drabble about my muse having a nightmare.

The space where The Flash stood was empty, scorch marks left on the ground. Wally stood in front of it with large eyes, his whole body shaking while tears threatened to spill over.

Uncle Barry was gone. Erased from existence, saving everyone in the process.

Wally could hear people running towards him and he vaguely wondered if he should leave, he was in civilian clothing. People might recognize him. His hair. His voice.

His feet wouldn’t move.

Some people reached him and thanked him, their faces full of smiles and happiness and he wanted to yell at them. Barry was gone, why where they happy?! Why, why, why?!

Until he looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing the Flash’s suit. His uncles suit.

No. nonononono, he didn’t mean to replace Barry. Wally didn’t mean to. But someone had to be the Flash. He had the powers and-

People spoke to him like he was Barry. But Barry was gone.

He was drawing blood by biting the inside of his mouth. Those people didn’t deserve his shouting but the tears spilled over anyway, his shoulders crushing under the weight of their expectations.

Suddenly Wally’s eyes were open and he stared at the ceiling. Light came in through the window and he could feel his face drying from the tears.