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the bat’s ears turn to the side, somehow, while eyes narrowed behind the lens of his cowl. Not quite sure what had provoked such a sudden and unexpected rise in the young man’s confidence but easily not something Bruce thought to discourage. Even through his confusion and mild amusement. 

“ You obviously think you can speak to me like that for one. “

in  all  fairness  ,  he  was      sort   of      right  ,  but  bear                      as  always                      wouldn’t  be  caught  dead  giving  the  other  full  credit  .          ❛          l i s t en   ,      i   don’t   wanna   be   mean   ,   but   did   you   ever   stop   to   think   that   people   give      exactly      as   many   shits   about   you   as   you   do   about   them   ?   it’s   a   two   way   street   ,      mate   .      and   sometimes   you’gotta   make   the   first   move   .   try   a   fucking      SMILE      every   now   and   again   ,   yeah   ?          ❜

❝ they don’t decide who you are. you are who you choose to be. ❞  @comiiics​ 

                  “ what if  .  .  .   “              dick bites his tongue, toeing the ledge he was walking on like it were a balance beam, and the question swirling in his mind wasn’t weighing him down like it was. confidence was everything in their lifestyle. it was the difference between left or right, life and death. and dick didn’t know scamp.   not really.    they had a few moments scattered between his formative years, but was it really enough to bare his soul? then again  .  .  .   who else did he have? scamp had never given him a reason to really doubt him, but this was  .  .  .  this was more than he’d told   ANYBODY.            “ what if i don’t know who i am? “                    dick sighed as soon as he said it.   STUPID.    that sounded so stupid. why doesn’t some indie rock ‘coming of age’ music start playing in the background as he jumps into a pool at a homecoming party or something?   this is different.   he was   FIRED.   fired from a role he’d made his own. fired from something he’d named in honor of his dead mother,   FIRED   because he’d been too slow. too weak, too foolish. and now that he had nothing, what is it he wanted?                  “ i mean----- what if that  .  .  .  .   ROBIN   was all i am? what then? “

It's international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse. ; accepting ;  comiiics

ODD HOW HE KEEPS CROSSING PATHS WITH THE PHOTOGRAPHER. at this point, he would joke during his inner monologues how Oliver was becoming his vicky vale or louis lane. honestly, it was as equally amusing as it was annoying but he can’t be mad at someone for getting into trouble. jason had been an expert when he was a kid. though Olivier isn’t really a kid. “how many times do i have to tell you to stay out of trouble?“ his tone is stern even if his expression is unreadable under the domino mask, branded cheek curved into a grin before he feels lips pressing over his own. it’s rather sloppy and cut short; and he figures it’s because the height difference.

 he didn’t exactly pull away, either because of the shortness of it all or because he didn’t really minded. either way, he looks down at oliver and sighs, a chuckle coming through as well. “there are less flashy ways to get my attention, Oliver. i might not have a bat signal but I do have a phone.” and considering the amount of graffiti he had left around town, he is sure the other had seen the number or figured it out already. “you know how this type of things end, right? kissing vigilantes is a bad omen.”