#datanexus

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

definitely killer joker, but he doesn't really regret it. sure he did it under the influence of the joker gas or whatever, but his feelings were still true. after everything joker has done to babs, jason, tim, and literally everyone else in the dc universe, taking him out was for the better. of course, until bruce brought him back to life. he doesn't regret killing him so much as what caused it to get to that point again, but if joker did something like that again, dick would not hesitate to do it again either

Send me ‘Hubba Hubba’ and I’ll put our muses into a Hubba Tester and post the result // accepting for april fools (can be serious though)

❝ Fun to train- you mean me being her hoop monkey? Nothing more than that? ❞ he's not denying his part, though

“Sorry mom, i didn’t know i had to ask for permission.” Loudspeaker on, the bird was savouring a five courses meal by the beach. Bare minimum after the last missions she had been sent on. “Why are you sulking ? You just said it ; we have nothing going on right now. Unless you wanted me to invite you ? By the way i’m here with your money… You didn’t know that yet but you clearly replaced Ollie, you’re my new Sugar Daddy.” On purpose. She had said that on purpose, knowing that a) Babs would be grossed out by the idea and b) she would crack a bit smile out of the prospect.

“Ohhhh I see, you’re gonna be jealous of my tan. But hey, flash news B. Gordon, I don’t think being a red hair is gonna help with tanning anytime soon.” The whole bantering and teasing was their thing, always had been since day one literally. The only thing that had changed after all this time ? Dinah was finally able to keep a phone more than a month, and new success ? She knew how it worked. Well the basic applications at least. “Let me send you a picture of my sight right now.” What Barbara expected was a beautiful postcard oceanic landscape maybe but, what Dinah had chosen was way juicier. The picture depicted the hot blonde with new companions— hot locals, bare chests and grins at the camera.

[ LOADING ... ] TARGET PROCESSED, @datanexus. I was good. I was really good.

NOSTALGIA EMBRACES A FAMILIARITY HARDER TO EXPRESS IN ANY SHAPE OR ANGLE, BUT THE WANDERING FOUNDNESS. Leather jacket long discarded somewhere he couldn't quite bother to recall, his focus undoubtly retained by the owner of the place ... Brown hues with a slight touch of silver glanced from the screen to her facade ; a silent study of the footage from a past facade, a version that he hadn't been graced with meeting and although respected deeply, James rather held preference for the current form bore by the female beside him. It was no brainy, perhaps the easiest conclusion he could've drawn in a while. A sense of fond memories that somehow choose the path towards the bittersweet tasted laced within the taste buds. A faint nod towards his own past, he was once just a boy in a domino mask with the longing to achieve greatness alongside the brother and father figure life bestowed him.

Barbara Gordon was a remarkable woman. And he was down bad, with no shame to his name.

Metalic digits hold the mug with precision, recently brewed coffee fumming a trail in the air ; probability of being their third refill within the last two hours of endless chatting, at some point the topic regarding their past-selves emerged ⸺ James, for once, didn't sprint away from the discussion. He rather welcomed it ... as Barbara, for as long as he'd known her [ living inside his head throughout assignments, or the local public library kind menager he foolish flirted over every thursday, three pm on the clock ] had been so easy to talk to. A COMFORT AMONG THE PHANTOMS ON HIS HEAD, rather welcomed as of late.

the one where @datanexus and donna taken upon themselves to actually introduce themselves to each other, a starter.

yet  another  night  spent  on  monitor  duty  at  the  titans  tower,  where  something  seemed  to  bore  one  self  into  happening.  being  a  self-proclaimed  night  creature  as  the  proper  moon  goddess  herself,  the  princess  was  at  ease  with  the  current  setting;  the  computer  and  her,  one  fair  combo.  tonight,  however  -  it  should've  been  a  duo  on  duty,  nightwing  should  be  there,  yapping  about  something  while  they  waited  for  something,  or  rather  anything,  to  happen.  when  her  dearest  wonder  toy  showed  up  with  a  burning  fever  and  his  stubborness  attitude,  she  had  no  choice  but  to  kindly  force  him  towards  his  quarters,  feed  him  a  hot  soup  and  tuck  him  in  for  the  rest  of  the  night.  dick  tried  to  argue  at  first,  he  always  did...  but  he  knew  better  than  to  insist  on  fightting  a  battle  with  donna  that  he  would  lose.

crafting  a  brand  new  photo  album  while  a  cheesy  movie  played  on  a  side  of  the  screen  was  the  entertainment  of  the  late  hours,  it  was  somewhere  past  three  am  that  the  known  green  ghost  symbol  appeared,  sparkling  one  particular  curiosity  across  azure  hues.  oracle  was  calling.  awareness  hit  fast,  despite  any  cheesy  reasons  she  could  come  up  with,  with  the  more  than  several  times  she  caught  dick  sweet-talking  with  the  woman,  it  could  be  a  real  emergency  instead  of  simply  passing  time  with  the  former  boy  wonder.

❝  Hello,  this  is  Troia.  ❞  her  voice  echoed  softly,  amusement  written  all  over  her  expression  while  resting  her  chin  on  both  of  her  hands.  ❝  How  can  I  be  of  service?  ❞

There’s age in his smile. Years and years that line the edges. But the core of it is hers. His daughter’s. The life she brings into it.