#bleedingpurple

@bleedingpurple

Let me just say, thank you.

Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I needed that.

And I don’t say this in an awkward/shy/stalker way- but I have been following you for what feels like an age now, and your Steph is beautiful; for starters.

But for seconds, I was starting to feel, well... invisible.

I know I haven’t been the most active RP’r since I’ve been back at it (3 weeks), but when I write, I do always try to put my all into it.

Not for appreciation, not for attention, but because writing has always been a part of my identity. (So for anyone who doesn’t like my Babs- that’s fine, I get it, I do.)

And so when I was pouring my weekends into my muse and getting 3 threads, tops, as the fruits of my labor... I was starting to wonder what it was all for.

So thank you, @bleedingpurple, and the handful of others so far, who have done just that, and reminded me what it has all been for.

I can’t wait to put our thread into action either.

This has been a PSA. Ha ha.

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Jason wasn’t particularly pleased with his decision. He really wasn’t. It’s not that he wasn’t used to making stupid decisions- hell, he’s been doing that his whole life- but this definitely has to rank in his Top 10 Stupid decision list. 

Mainly because, of course, she had to show up to witness it. 

So now, he was just glaring at Steph from his little spot not he ground in a back alley, “Oh god, why are you here,” he softly poking at his wondrous little knife wound. “I didn’t need your help.” 

But he did. When he thought he could take on a little army of gangs. Because what else does someone do when two gangs start a gang war, besides jumping in the middle of it?

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Catching the kernels was getting boring, and so was the movie. As much as she loved it, there was only so much Star Wars one could take. As she caught another piece her fingers twitched. As Dick threw the popcorn his hair brushed his shoulders. Huh, it was getting pretty long. She wondered…

“Yes, stay still and let me try to braid it.” She ordered, leaning forward in her seat.

Steph turned over, nuzzling into his neck. Right, Valentine’s Day! How could she forget!

“Morning sunshine.” she muttered. She yawned, playfully swatting the kisses away. “I don’t understand how you can be this cheerful this early.” Steph needed her coffee. Sure it was a pretty bad habit, but she had Tim to blame for that.

She may be small, sure, but that didn't mean she couldn't break somebody's arm.

Well, she would have, if the girl clad in purple hadn't gotten in the way. Artemis narrowed her eyes, a knife in one hand and a crossbow in the other. She'd left her bow at home - needed a new string for it, but the young girl was still getting used to the quiet of the house. With dad away for work, Jade god knows where, and mom in the hospital...there wasn't much to do except get lunch ready for school the next day.

Artemis shifted from one foot to the other in a defensive stance, her makeshift mask - similar to that of Green Arrow's, the cool archer she'd seen on TV - covering the top half of her face, glare only deepening behind it.

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Another week, another case he had to work on in Gotham. He swore the team and himself were coming to this city more and more. The GCPD had realized that they could rely on people other than masked vigilantes to help catch criminals, and now the BAU team was in almost constant demand. So here Spencer was again, tracking a serial killer who seemed to enjoy taking the eyes of young blonde women.