#bledf1rst

he really isn't sure whether he should be feeling worse or better that it's a guy in a suit. with a very bright spider on it that does make him grateful he doesn't ever have to wear anything like it. hidden somewhere far away, black murrs at his mistake. she knows him well enough by now to be able to judge when a symptom is going to cause problems. only her presence distracting him prevents shiro from swatting away gloved hand. his vision still isn't as clear as he'd like, but he gets feet under him and enough atmosphere aided momentum to get up.

"i know what a concussion is. i didn't hit that hard." there was a reason he made sure it became long ingrained instinct to fall as properly as possible. going backwards is the easiest to protect his head from. "do you uh-" he gestures at the outfit "-do this...often?"

** it wasn't that foggy's caseload was light enough to take on a new client, rather his law–partner's bleeding heart seemed to have rubbed all over him. the case that had landed on his desk was one he had gently pushed aside and invited mx. solomon to the office for a — nearly — unofficial chat. he explained that he could only guarantee silence in return for money even if it was just a dollar.

blue eyes flit up and the lawyer beamed at their words, snatching the money that had been laid on the table between them, ' excellent, we can use that. you didn't understand and therefore couldn't knowingly agree. '

" from my experience these things are meant to make you feel like a bit of a jackass. " / from mallory

Lost Meme -- @bledf1rst

"Well great, it's working," Nico muttered, pulling himself upright as he rubbed at his eyes. He hadn't meant to take an impromptu nap after over-exerting himself and his powers, but he rarely got to decide those things anyway. He certainly didn't mean to have nightmares, visions of his sister this time, although she spoke in a voice he knew was not hers, blaming him for his death. It didn't seem like Morpheus was open to taking notes on his dream giving.

head  was  hurting  so  badly  that  zatannna  gasped  when  she  woke  up,  putting  her  hand  on  the  back  of  it  and  glimpsing  at  the  crimson  color  that  covered  her  fingertips.    she  didn’t  move  out  of  pain,  afraid  of  hurting  herself  even  more.    no,    but  her  eyes  locked  in  the  misty  figure  above  her  that  soon  gave  shape  to  an  unknown  man.      brows  furrowed,    back  tensed  as  her  free  hand  reached  for  her  wand  even  though  it  was  not    necessary  to  defend  herself.    force  of  habit,    supposedly.      still  he  was  there,  and  voice  was  not  unfriendly,  only  strange  — distant  from  any  memory  she  carried.        ❛        ten,      ❜        the  woman  replied  in  a  grown  after  counting  the  fingers  he  help  up.    was  she  on  a  bed?    whose  place  was  this?    where  were  her  friends?      

" i thought you’d like some company. " / from tim!

Lost Meme -- @bledf1rst

Nico gave the hero a look for a moment. Typically there was almost nothing about his appearance--all dark clothing and general sickly pale looks--or where he'd decided to settle--the middle of a graveyard at night, that inspired anything like the need for company. But then again, superheroes were persistent, or at least that was what he'd heard about them. "Got it in one," he replied instead, voice dry.

+ @bledf1rst asked: ❝ “Lie" is such an ugly word. I prefer “misdirection”. ❞ /from peter

+ " Any way you try to PAINT it, Pete, it's still an UGLY act ! " Mary Jane BRISTLED , brows furrowing in a way that helped PAINT some of that annoyance across her features all too well . She understood, under all the ANNOYANCE . But beyond that, she was HUMAN, and human beings were not always RATIONAL when it came to matters of EMOTION . Right now ? Emotion RULED her .

" Of course you did , Invincible . " Robot replies. The monotone robotic voice and unmoving expression make it hard to discern how sincere his comment is. Especially after he just forcefully pulled his fellow superhero away from the goon he had been beating up.

❝ hey . what’s the bat like, anyway ? I mean, I know what he’s like, but in terms of … you know, mentoring . all that . ❞

the question was a bit out of left field, even for bart . then again, it was late, he couldn’t sleep, and it’s not like there was ANYONE ELSE around .