#offpanl

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It started as a joke one night while they were bored and had since, became some what of a training session they did when both wanted to talk. Not conventional, Batman had caught them doing it one time and asked no questions but those eyes said it all. Tim made a point to do it in the sparring area once a month just so Bruce saw it on camera now. Tonight, was in Tim's apartment. Twister!

The game of balance while weaving yourself through friends. In this case, it was just him and Stephanie. It did not take them long to have an arm or leg over each other. Those nylon gym shorts were loose (much needed material due to the T and growth) and with the extending of his leg it exposed that lean muscular thigh. Stephanie had somehow twisted herself so that an arm was under one of his legs while her chin rested on his outer thigh. Tim was an unsuspecting victim of Stephanie's private thoughts until they spilled out and she choose to share. "You know, from here, I can just - " The words cut off as Stephanie pushed her face against his inner thigh, causing Tim embarrassingly say 'eep' with the unexpected touch on bare flesh. Lips were warm and dry as they sent a jolt of arousal through his body. Then a playful nibble. The distraction worked, sending their tower tappling over as Tim's leg gave out and he took Stephanie down with him. It was instinct to grab her and twist, so that he landed on the floor first with her on top of him to soften the blow. Head hit the mat but it was barely an ache, more a small shock that faded fast. Blush already started in his neck, climbing up toward those cheeks. "I don't think criminals are going to pull that move. Thanks."

"You never know. They could think you are 'scrumptious' ."

"That's only a word you would use. Actually no, where did you hear that from?"

"The rumor or the word?"

"You know what I mean."

@offpanl

Navigating a battlefield came to him naturally. Winding through the chaos of it all with nimble and precise steps, the flow of time bent beneath his fingertips, he often avoided damage compared to the rest of the gang. But this fight, it felt different. He could sense an unnatural shift in the air, vibrations in the atmosphere which didn't match his own, and carried a threatening tremor to them. Not good. Chaos was cool and all, he thrived on that, though when it tried to wreck his good time mood, that was when he became anxious.

An almost imperceptible thrum then hummed beneath his feet, and it was the only warning Impulse needed to open up his comm channel. "Olympia, get Rook off the ground now!" He knew she'd take the order seriously because when had he ever given orders? When Impulse started barking commands, it was unwise to ignore them. Kon didn't need a warning given how he was already up in the air, which left...Cissie. How Tim even convinced her to come out for this, he didn't know, but he wished he hadn't.

Taking off into a blur, he searched for her in every scrap of red or white strewn around the site. The ground beneath him began to crack, and the rumble he experienced less than a minute ago grew louder, deeper. It was nothing to Impulse, but to Cissie it could be life or death.

Finally, he spotted her on the far side, still shooting her arrow straight and true despite the impending implosion. The gold of his eyes disappeared with a crackle of lightning, turned to solid white as he made a bullet dash for her, debris shattering to dust around him from the force of pure light energy. There were only a few times in his life when he didn't make the save. Kon came to mind, the devastating memory pumping static into his veins, and adrenaline into his heart that already beat like a hummingbird. Never again.

Cissie didn't get a warning before he scooped her up into his arms as the ground gave away beneath them, and they disappeared in a flash, into the time stream. It was dark, dotted with pinpricks of light that led to all sorts of places, and safe, so very safe. He hadn't failed again. "Sorry, Cissita." He said whilst setting her back down upon the mist shrouded floor. "If you throw up, feel free to swing at me. But I had to get you outta there. I got enough dead friends' based trauma for a few lifetimes, ya know?"

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take this with you.  it's a good luck charm.

he holds the small charm up in the sunlight, watching as the rays warm the cotton fibers of the small plush bird. a rather cute little robin, so at odds with their mechs and general aesthetic and yet so fitting all the same. suppose it would be a bit odd for the robins to not have a little feathery companion. he has no doubt that @offpanl thinks that this little thing was a good luck charm, and honestly, dick was too. his thumb runs over the soft fabric in contemplation for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before looking back up at stephanie.

❝ did you make this ? hopefully you gave the others some too, i'd hate to get special treatment. ❞

we are but food for worms , gentlemen .

❝ bit nihilistic don't you think ? though, not wrong. ❞

better an earthworm than an otherworldly worm, he guessed. he's seen the worms on other worlds, he definitely did not want to become grub for a real life exogorth. kyle shivers a bit at the thought, but an easy smile returns to his lips, raising his glass in a toast to @offpanl words. like that was something to toast to. well, with the life they lived, he supposed decomposing into worm food was about as peaceful as an end as any of them could hope to have.

❝ think we'd taste good ? ❞

[   txt:   star   ♥   ]   save   u?   from   what?   ur   the   hero   here,   my   love. [   txt:   star   ♥   ]   are   u   doing   hero   stuff   or   civ   stuff [   txt:   star   ♥   ]   i   can't   really   do   much   hero-wise   but   i   can   come   rescue   u   by   claiming   we   have   a   meeting   w/   our   landlord

cissie   pushes   herself   up   from   their   couch,   stretching   as   her   back   pops   in   multiple   spots.   she   starts   off   towards   the   door,   grabbing   her   backpack   and   slipping   on   some   shoes.