#killerborn

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              ❝ that’s. th`best you got? c`mon. HIT ME ! ❞

  @killerborn sALADS what the hell is peeking out of...

LMFAO I kid you not i thought those were an assortment of LEIS BUT I GUESS NOT LMAO

     .the boy dips his head, mask peeled off and blue eyes avoiding that piercing stare. a sign of submission. ACCEPTANCE. because he knows. he KNOWS he messed up, acknowledges that he could have done better, that he IS better.

.the pain in his leg is a testament to his FAILURE and he feels the muscle twinge as he stands, refusing to let it show on his face. he will not disappoint his master again. he will be better, faster, STRONGER. he’ll prove he was worth the effort.

      “Don’t - OW! Geez, would you cut it        out with the ham hands back there?        The color’s not for SHOW, you know.”

A bad night has seen him home early, but not for any POSITIVE reason. He had been hoping on getting back to the apartment and spending some QUALITY time with Slade. As it stands, the only TIME he’s spending with Slade is face down on the couch for the mercenary to view the ragged tears in suit and skin across his back. 

       “P L E A S E  tell me you’re getting         ready. Or that you’re at least          DRESSED. I’m the one that’s          supposed to make us late, not          you.” 

He’s a little NERVOUS about the timing, knowing that they have a ways to drive and that traffic at this hour has a tendency to be NIGHTMARISH. Of course, a SOLVABLE issue if they were planning on taking the BIKES, but Dick isn’t all too keen on turning up in a BUG SPLATTERED TUX to his ADOPTIVE FATHERS’ WEDDING. 

Nothing worse than being the perfect image of a TERRIBLE SON on their most important day. 

Crossing the room, fiddling - and failing - with his cufflinks, he knocks on the bedroom door, nudging it open. 

  [[MOR] that fanart of slade throwing jason over...

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