SENTENCE STARTERS :: @ofthychaos

“ So  after  all  these  years  of  me  TRYING  to  impress  you  &&  you  running  away  through  those  little - “ 

Dick  makes  a spinning  motion  with  a  finger , eyes  narrowing  behind  his  mask . 

“ Portal thingys - you’re  FINALLY  appreciating  all  the  damn  effort  I’m  putting  in ?? “

He  shifts  slightly ,  baton  pressing  tighter  against  the  shorter male’s  throat . Then  his  eyes  widen , GRIP  lessoning  just  a  little  as  something  dawns  on him .

“ Wait . Why  AREN’T  you  … running  away ?? “

Three Names + A Number | Accepting

3. fuck, take a bullet for, murder

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴋʟᴀʀɪᴏɴ ʜᴇʟᴘs ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ

i. the first time he helps her is when she’s regressed to a child.  what was supposed to be a humiliating experience for the pinkette turned into a connection neither of them expected. The amateur little human that barely managed to wield a fraction of his power absolutely DELIGHTED in causing mischief. if it wasn’t so delightful to teach and mentor, it would’ve been almost pathetic to see the way she looked up to him when he saves her from the explosion she created.  almost sad the way she hung onto every word, willing to do anything in pursuit of control of her curse.  when giovanni reverses the spell, he’s almost sad to see her go - she was so entertaining to watch, a bright pink ball of energy that could throw entire crowds into disarray with her creativity.  she doesn’t tell anyone, but sometimes she wished that giovanni’s spell failed.  klar – klarion was able to give her the mentorship and childhood she never had with the HIVE.  

ii. the second time he helps her is when she accidentally gets caught by a drug ring in greenwich. she was supposed to infiltrate and steal the recipe, but she didn’t make it out.  no one knew where she was, not even Nightwing, who would have been alerted as soon as she failed to ping in.  oh, he’d find her eventually, but it was really a toss up to see if he’d find her, or her body.  barely 2 days in and she can feel her strength slipping away, the interrogation harsher than usual with drug still in test mode.  she floats in and out of consciousness, and in one of her dreams, she sees a flash of red.  a lot of red, actually.  a hand grabs her hair and yanks, and her dream ends.  when she wakes up again, she’s in a motel, with Dick tending to her wounds. upon asking, he only tells her than he found her outside the remnants of the drug ring base, and had only been there because of a large explosion.