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RANDOM STARTERS

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            “    ooh,  you punch just like your pa!!    ”    but the bat only did so because he knew that eel wouldn’t get hurt,  rubberizing himself before impact to get a laugh out of it.    a grin spread and he laughed,  his body bouncing back comically once the fist was pulled away.    “    but no matter what shiny red head you’ve got on,  you’ll always be a batbird to me.    ”

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“....” He had nothing to say back. They’be been over this already. What else could he say? That he resisted having a partner? That a part of him died that day that he never got back. He knows it’s foolish to feel that way. Jason’s here, he’s alive, but that piece----that held all those memories of them fighting together----it’s not coming back. It doesn’t fit anymore. They both know that. They can never go back to the way things were. They’re both too damaged for that. 

                    She could sense his pain, prickling at her skin in an uncomfortable manner. Pain from mortals, it was something she always felt; her empathy too big for her own heart to carry. Standing near the edge of the bed, large amethyst eyes were looking at him studiously. Her cloak had been lowered to reveal her face, aware that concealing her appearance would be a bad move for his comfort.

                    ❛ And here I was led to believe that I was Starfire. ❜  Her sense of humor was stale, voice monotonous as the comment was made. It was probably not something Jason would find funny, but it was insignificant; he was well. That was of importance. She had heard of him, knowing that he was somebody who was deemed important to Richard. He was family.  ❛ I teleported us, ❜  she responded, as if it was the most simple thing in the world. Capable of sensing his needs, dark magic enveloped a plastic cup filled with water, levitating it towards him.  ❛ You are in the Titans infirmary. You were harmed, but I managed to get you here in time. It is okay, you are safe for now. ❜