#nightwingisms

   ( wally you can do this, it’s dick--- you can do it. )  wally thought to himself, but last week was questionable at best. in the heat of the moment something happened, wally was still unsure if it was real--- unsure if it wasn’t just some fantastic dream he was about to wake up from. 

@nightwingisms

Harley was mindlessly staring at the ground. Seeing him move she jumped a bit before a wide smile spread across her face at the soft kiss.

❛ i want to save the soul of gotham.

                                 Roy shook his head and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “This ain’t about me having YOUR back or you having MY back Dick. We ain’t KIDS anymore, this ain’t the Teen Titans. I have a DAUGHTER. I have a responsibility as her FATHER to look after her now. Before... Before I never had anything to loose, I was RECKLESS and STUPID and I used to think that made me BETTER. Made me a better hero, but honestly, looking back it’s a MIRACLE I’m still alive.” He thought about the countless days he had WISHED he were dead. The days a NEEDLE in his arm or a BOTTLE of booze felt better than the bone aching LONELINESS that felt like it was swallowing him whole. 

Raven had texted Dick nearly an hour ago, long before the effects of blood loss and gotten to her, back when she was originally struck done by an agent of Brother Blood’s cult. She had managed to fight him off, but not before he managed to get a deep gash in her abdomen. He had made a point to say he only needed a bit of blood for the ritual, but wanted to harm her for banishing Trigon from this world.

[Text: Tim]: Tim, you’re a youth [Text: Tim]: Will you just relax, I’m sure it’s not that bad [Text: Tim]: If you really need to get away form them I did give you a key to my apartment for a reason

Cassie was getting impatient waiting for an answer. She opened messenger to reload the app. She sent them to Dick! That was not supposed to happen!

“I would’ve rather died beside you than watch you become this.”

That stuck out the most to Jason. It made his fists clench and jaw grind. Because no matter how many times Nightwing, Dick, said he was his brother- more like once was his brother- he always go and say something like that. He always lets Jason know how he really feels.

Jason knows he warrants such criticism, he knew he’d get criticized from the moment he put a bullet through a criminals head. He knew he’d get outcasted, hell, even disowned. he thought he was prepared. But…he’s still not used to how much it hurts when they talk to him like that. When they talk about him as if he’s now some type of monster. As if, as if he isn’t Jason. As if he’s more Joker than Jason. 

Killing doesn’t make him like him. It doesn’t.