#sheidetic

   ❝Hiya! Can I cut in? Trick question, I’m going to anyway!❞ All dimples and teeth, she forayed into the roof-top skirmish between this red-haired bat-themed-heroine and several ne'er do wells. Upon landing, her leg was already poised to slam down on the front man’s cranium, sending his body down into the cement as the others merely gawked. Her boots hadn’t even touched the ground before one of them made an outrageous scream, rushing forward at her with hefty bravado. Then numb-skull aimed a kick at her knee, promptly ending in his own leg breaking cleanly, eliciting an agonized scream from the perp as he collapsed in anguish. 

   One cheeky look was offered to the lone one remaining, his hands raised in tandem with a nervous grin. Carol took that as a clean surrender, raising her hand with gloved palm facing forward, glowing briefly before a brilliant ray of scarlet light was shot out. The goon shouted as the blast hit his chest, abruptly passing out when his back hit the floor. 

   A typical showdown, for her. 

some  one  word  prompts . ; accepting ; @sheidetic word:  nightmare.   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

IT’S NOT USUAL THEY ALL STAY UNDER THE SAME ROOF. for the sake of the latest of their family crisis, everyone seem to be on the manor. never talking, never on each other’s company. everyone on their rooms and letting it brood away. jason hardly sleeps, and when he does, the feeling of the old big bedroom under his weight and the memories of his death and Resurrection haunt him to no end. it’s always the same, and at the same time, different each time. it begins with LAUGHTER. he sees the flash of red being shot by the clown, his taunts for batman, for all of them. he hurt the best of them.

 then the cries of a kid. sometimes he sees the flashes of red hair, the dead weight of his mother’s body as he tried to pull her up, his own dead weight as he was pushed into the lazarus pit and the feeling on his skin, as painful as the death itself. he hears the joker, and his voice, taunting him, changes to bruce’s. to dick’s. barbara’s. you’ll never be dick grayson. you are too reckless too angry. did you pushed him or did he jumped? 

he is brought back by force. A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER SHAKING HIM UP. green eyes open wide and he seems to reach for his gun but never quite gets it as he focus his sight, body jumping up as sweat covers his torso. “Barbara.” And her name is a question even. eyes flicker with fear and surprise as he tries to regain his composure. “______you’re fine.” and he allows the concern to come to him before he shakes his gaze away, white streak sticking to his sweaty forehead and he sighs. “I’m fine. sorry if I waked you.” nevermind that his room was always on the opposite side of the rest of the people.