#robinoneday

“I trust you are settling in and your rooms are adequate for your purposes?”

Send “Amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours.

It was another night in Gotham City and Zatanna was perched watching over the national bank. She glanced down at her suit for a minute, the red and black colors fit in perfectly with the dark night around her. But they weren’t originally her colors. 

                                      ❛ tim, i understand that this MUST seem like a very simple question but. . . how do YOU work the NETFLIX??? ❜

Send me a ☠ for their reaction to waking up in your character’s arms.

Loss of blood was the most obvious cause of her spell of unconsciousness-- it was sloppy to pass out on the battlefield, and yet sometimes it was also inevitable.  It very nearly could have ended her life-- had it not been for some quick thinking on the part of another.

Talia never would have said that she trusted Timothy Drake with her life; and yet it was exactly he who had saved her-- though she didn’t realize this until she suddenly sat bolt upright, dragging breath into her lungs with a terrible, hollow gasping noise, followed by a long series of coughs. 

As the coughing subsided, she looked to Drake again, acknowledging the young man for the first time since she had woken.

omg i was lit listening to the wicked soundtrack yesterday