#kryptonizes

Welcome to the very diamondy Isola Radiale, Clark!

You’ll find yourself housed in CONDO 415.

Everything you received during your previous stay has been returned to you!

Enjoy your stay!

Arrows fall fifteen from the rooftop and clatter to the cement, up above is the infamous Hawkeye hanging off the side by a single arrow (that was wedged into the wall) he held onto for dear life. Maybe infamous wasn’t the right word, he had to be well-known for that. He could save himself, if only the arrow he held onto wasn’t beginning to bend. Snap.

“UWAh!”

  Well... Beans.

@kryptonizes​

Look, up in the sky! Something is moving there. Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

No! It’s... someone dropping from the sky on free fall! Oh, what a danger! The poor guy must have started his descent from a pretty big height. There is no way he can survive the landing impact! Oh, the agony! Oh, the tragedy! If only there were anyone available to save this doomed soul!

(This seems like a job to the Endless Sorcerer!)

Would you look at that! A heroic figure has appeared to save the falling man! Battler teleports a couple meters below the man’s current position, then waves his arm to summon a cloud of golden butterflies. The butterflies approach the man, twisting gravity so that his fall deaccelerates bit by bit, rather than the sudden stop the floor would bring.

The fall stops right at the point where the man ends up on Battler’s arms, a pretty iconic superhero pose. “Ihihi! That was quite the scare, eh-”

This was just like roller skating, right? The skating rink had caught her attention almost immediately and after a couple of laps, Harley found that she wasn’t all that bad at this... at least she hadn’t fallen on her ass yet!

Speaking of a crash landing...

OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

❃ = dancing with them

     Oh the ways he count take advantage of this situation. Neither of them can dance; cursed to two left feet and hearing the man speak about some sort of square jig being his only experience. It’s an awkward sort of feeling. Better than his prior attempts to enjoy his time with another come to find the intensity of his surroundings all too much to bear.

     Here? In the comforts of home, away from the crowds and chaotic lights or noises, he could relax. Focus on thinking his way through this minute problem of theirs.

     He knows nothing but the basics of ballroom dancing. Several practice runs when your only dancing partner choices were either one of many pet rats tied to a propeller or ones own embarrassing mother meant he was quite the expert of doing things solo. Still, it was worth the shot, wasn’t it? If all those romantic flicks he’d watched and re-watched repeatedly taught him one thing, it’s that any inopportune moment could drastically change for the better! They only needed but a little luck on their side... Of course, that’s if one believes in everything they see on the television.

“ I’ll teach you the steps, you needn’t worry. ” Except there is a need for worry.

     Those practice runs of his were an excellent means to learn his side of the dance. Not so many memories on how his partner should be following. A lie is only a lie if one is caught. Blowing hot air to make himself bigger than he truly was; it works for plenty of situations. Here? Not so much.

    Not when he’s such a mess. His head is hardly focused on properly teaching what little he knows. All that staring longingly and hand holding leaves him rightfully flustered. It was a mistake to urge him to rest that strong hand a little lower than the hip line. Reassuring him that being only an inch apart was all necessary for the dance, an even worse idea. 

     Even with all that armor on - contact was still contact, and he’d received very little of it over the passing years. Any excuse to get this close was all very well worth the-

“ N-NO WAIT. DON’T STEP THERE YET-!! ” -Several mishaps. Luck is on his side for all the wrong reasons today. Yet again, his foot is stepped on for a third time after he’d just instructed his partner to mimic his own footsteps. It could have gone south fast had he not all that armor on. A quick flinch and nothing more, per the usual so far - spare that ever-growing exchange of apologies shared quietly between them (mostly on his unfortunate dancing partner’s side).

The booming voice was unfamiliar to Bruce but it seemed to belong to someone the city knew. K'horii. Also unfamiliar but he's making a mental note to research the name and the previously mentioned occurrence at a later time. At the present, there was a more concerning matter to address.

Jon had no idea, did he? He could easily fix that misconception but that would require him to be honest. Which, at this point, he didn’t want to. Not yet. He wasn’t comfortable with the idea.