#blackbct

      admittedly winded, cheshire slowly stood from her crouch, hands held up to imply peaceful intent. she stares, unblinking, the slightest of smirks barely touching the corners of her lips.     ‘    --     oh, you’re good     ...     ‘     she coos, vibration in her throat. her smirk becomes more prominent as she casually shrugs, averting her gaze as if she knew something the other didn’t.      ‘    i’m better.     ‘

@blckbct​ // non sexual acts of affection

    PETER USUALLY RELIES ON HIS SENSES FOR THINGS LIKE THIS. Depending on the situation, they either save his life, or turn out to be a real pain in the ass. The vigilante has grown accustomed to dodging bullets, ducking or backflipping as shots whiz past him and catching the enemy with his webs in the split second they find themselves unguarded ( “hey, maybe you should work on STICKing the landing next time!” ). Except the situation the two of them have found themselves in, well...there’s a lot of enemies to deal with, and the more chaos, the more those usually helpful senses could grow JUMBLED, confused and overwhelming and ready to backfire. 

    Which is exactly what happens when he feels a burst of pain rip through his shoulder-- searing and white-hot, he grits his teeth under the mask and blurry gaze realizes one of their shots had gone right through. Shit, guess they took his advice. It’s nothing compared to what he’s had before, he can still fight, but a brief stumble to the side results in hitting against the nearby wall, and yeah, this isn’t looking good. “Okay, new plan, don’t stick the landi- woah-” Fighting it the best he can, but his vision still tilts, and...oh shit, that’s the ground, alright. 

He had gotten BORED, one of the dreaded downtimes during a patrol, when the night was quiet and the city even more so, wobbling on the tight rope he had woven as if it were a surfboard, ‘‘--And an amazing flip from the wall-crawler, master of waves ! ’’ His act is interrupted by her sudden ( he assumed-- for how long was she standing there ? ) appearance, causing him to fall off onto the roof.

During Tim’s Robin days.

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“Mkay, Timmy.” Dick hummed, fixing the straw hat on his head. “You ready to go?”

Tim, dressed as a classic vampire, nodded, grabbing the two bags, and stepping forward. He opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off by the blonde curled up on the sofa.

“I can’t believe you two are actually going.” Stephanie drawled, dropping her hand into the popcorn bowl Cass was holding on her lap. “You two are grown men. No one’s going to give you any candy.”

“You say that now.” Dick drawled with a flirtatious grin, opening the front door and letting Tim duck under his flanneled arm. “But you’ll be sorry when we come home with like, ten pounds of chocolate, and don’t share any of it with you.”

The girls watched as the door was slammed shut, and paused a moment, before Steph sighed, leaning her head on Cass’s shoulder, and shoved the popcorn into her mouth, hitting the play button on their horror movie. “Your brother is an overgrown four-year-old.”