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        ❛ oh, really now ? mr. dick grayson thinks he can waltz back in here and act           like pulling a disappearing act wasn’t BAD.

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball

HER BREATH HITCHES, pale finger twitching in place as it hovers over the glass case. fear quickens her heartbeat even as exhilaration rolls off her body in heavy waves.  slowly, ever so slowly, she reaches up to pull the mask back over her face.

Jinx turns around to face the man that had probably been watching her long enough to know she wasn’t here for the wine and hors d’oeuvres.  though the mask is all but PERFECT to the untrained eye, they both know that it’s no socialite underneath the jewels and feathers.

it doesn’t stop the GAMES.

                ’ did you need some fresh air too ? ‘

                                                  she smiles at him, brushes a stray lock of the                                                  black wig behind her ear, blinks with just a little                                                  too much feigned interest.

  //                you can feel his eyes seeing straight                    through you.  weren’t the men supposed                    to just be spoiled idiots?  WHO WAS HE?              //

chance or no chance, he smiles and walks over to pour a cup of scotch, offering it to her as if he wasn’t cutting off her only escape path.  she refuses, pretends her hand isn’t shaking as she stuffs the diamonds away.

                                                                                       ’ i’d rather dance. ‘

somehow, she finds herself being led back to the ballroom.  whoever the man in the blue bird mask is, he’s a TALENTED dancer, almost as good as she is.  the hand against her waist doesn’t hurt, yet holds her firm enough that she can’t twist away.  melodic lines pass by and after too long, much too long that lasted a single breath, he smirks at her and steps away.

                                         it wasn’t until she was in the cab home that she                                         realizes the diamonds she stole and hid in her                                         sash were missing.  as utterly FRUSTRATED                                         as she was, her thoughts remained torn.

                  ( in a flash, wally found himself sliding up to his best                     man's side. arm being thrown around his shoulders,                     while the other held two boxes of pizza. well, one box.                     the other didn't even leave the pizza place. 

                    offering up a slice or two, he let out a quiet chuckle,                     eyebrow slightly raised towards the circus boy                     before he would speak. ) 

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     perpetually enthralled by his equal’s each and every action ; she tangles a petite appendage around his own and that palpitating organ beneath the confines of his chest is treading on a meager tight rope, the sensation of excitement courses through wild veins.

alas, he is a circus boy and sure as hell can maintain his balance.

          “ you really know how to mess with a man’s mind, babs.                           — not that it’s any problem whatsoever all. . ”

                 ( fingers merely curled into the fabric of his sleeve,                     gently moving her calloused digits against his                     bicep. a sigh would follow the fluidity of the moving                     appendages as head tilted upwards. lips pressing                     to the smooth of his cheek before she moved to                     nuzzle her way back into the nape of his neck                     once again. )