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“Other than Daisy taking up half the goddamn bed?” Robbie snorted fondly, shaking his head. “Keys are never far from the bedside table.” It was almost like a security blanket, having them around. When his hands shook, he’d pick them up, flip them back and forth until his heart slowed just a little. “Picture on the nightstand.” Him and Gabe, before the accident. Eli had had a matching one hanging in his cell, way back when. Robbie never found out what happened to it. What did a prison do with the things of an escaped convict who died before he was recaptured? Where did those things wind up when his next of kin died along with him, when the only living member of his family was a traumatized teenager? Maybe one day he’d see if Daisy knew. “Book on the nightstand, too. I don’t know if it’s mine or Daisy’s. Don’t think anyone’s picked it up in months.” It could’ve been left over from the previous tenant, for all Robbie knew. “My chain. That one sparks a lot of questions.” Or it would, if anyone other than Daisy was ever in his room. “And... She keeps snacks in the sock drawer. I think she thinks I don’t know they’re there. I think she thinks I’d be pissed, but... I kind of like it. Makes her happy, you know? She deserves that.” @daisyquakes

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Daisy huffed a laugh and offered the masked vigilante a smirk. “I thought Nightwing’s ass was trending on Twitter. I can’t not comment on yours too.” She could have avoided it and probably should have, she knew that Nightwing hung around Red Robin and Steph enough that she probably knew him on some level. (But she wasn’t reaching out to memorize his vibrations — she probably should have given Kara the same treatment, the allowance of distance — it was too late for that, but she could offer Nightwing a hint of privacy at least.) 

The second chance initiative was giving Daisy exactly that — another chance at being what she was good at and not be locked up on the Raft again for a mistake. (It wasn’t a lethal mistake but... it was one that Fury wasn’t keen on letting her get away with without some sort of oversight. And with Coulson gone... there was no one watching her.) Walking the streets again and looking out for crime — being able to get involved again without fear of handcuffs? It was a comforting thing. But Nightwing still didn’t have that as far as Daisy knew. Most of the heroes from Gotham didn’t... so if Daisy could help out, she would. 

TIM:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes 100000% yes | noFavorite thing about them: The list is as long as can be. Is it too cliche to say everything? Except for when he’s a mean little shit while sleep deprived. His smile, the way he’d do anything for those he cares about, his laugh, even the scars he hates so much that just make him that much cuter to me. Everything about him leaves me breathless. Least favorite thing about them: How much guilt he carries and how little he thinks of himself. He’s the best person I know. He doesn’t deserve all the hardships he’s gone through. 

There were certain villains amongst Gotham’s criminal underworld who almost seemed to look forward to their run-ins with one of the Batman’s little birds, if not the Bat himself.  Roman was not one of them ( Hood wasn’t a Robin anymore, and if you asked him, had never really been one anyway ).  Roman Sionis had become the leader of the city’s organized crime because he believed in control, absolute and unyielding, and he didn’t appreciate the wrenches that the little birds liked to throw into his plans at the most inopportune moments.  

He did have to concede that he rather enjoyed the banter, especially with the youngest Robin.  Nightwing was entirely too perceptive for his tastes.  “I’m not haunted.”  

He wasn’t.  He rarely thought about his time before the mask.  

“You lot seem to be awfully familiar with ghosts, though.  Baby birds rising from the grave, coming back new and improved.”