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[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

Robert frowns in the reflection of the restroom mirror as a crimson silhouette comes into view behind him. He's in the process of trying to staunch blood trickling from his nose. Just when he thinks he's got it, he'll shift the angle of his head, and more streams out like water. Fucking hurts too... That Invisigal can pack a punch, he'll give her that. The frown deepens. He might've deserved that, in retrospect. He'd lost his cool, focusing more on the fact that someone on the field disobeyed a direct order over anything else and lost sight of being an example. The argument had devolved to the point of personal insults which... was beneath them both. What a mess. Now he had to worry about not looking like a mess during a debrief with Blazer.

@speedconduit said: ❝ You're welcome. Shut up. ❞ / for kyle : )

~ ' Preeetty sure I didn't say thank you..'

The LANTERN felt his nose bunch up despite himself. Unable to so completely keep the grimace off of his face as he peered into the bowl that had been pushed into his hands.

It's not that Kyle wasn't HUNGRY. He was. Starving in fact. And it's not that he wasn't grateful for Wally making.....whatever this was. But well, the type of meal he usually ate - and frankly craved - was the largest bowl of cereal the chosen carboard box would allow. Or maybe some RAMEN. Oooh, that cheap kind you get at the dollar store that tastes both awful and yet so good when you throw some chee-..

.....okay maybe this was the whole starving artist in him showing through. It's not his fault his diet hadn't changed since his early COLLEGE days.

Kyle lifted the bowl up to his face. White lenses blinking as he leaned back on the counter of communal eating area, SNIFFING at the offered food.

' ......is there supposed so much green in here? ' ~

@speedconduit ♡'d

" it's the blind devising ways to lead the blind, " robert turns the proto pulse over in his palm, the warmth emanating through skin wrought with callouses, " and sometimes, it just makes no sense at all. " the label peels off slightly at the corner, and he gently coaxes it back against the glass with his thumb. it hums like it's ALIVE, a faux heartbeat that hasn't quite hit the mark on what it was meant to do.

his suit's a smoking mess. robert's got soot marks on his sdn shirt, a surface-level burn smudging the length of his cheek. he wants to be mecha man. but at the rate things are going⸺ maybe he can't.

these thoughts, he keeps to himself. the proto pulse lands with a soft clink when he sets it down, sliding off the workshop counter he'd been sitting on. with his feet on the ground he says, " it'll work eventually. it's just something i gotta keep going at, you know? and royd's a certifiable genius. YOU TOO. three of the most detail-oriented brains in sdn won't be stumped so easily. "

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“it’s‎ ‎ manageable,”‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ first‎ ‎ instinct,‎ ‎ as‎ ‎ usual,‎ ‎ would've‎ ‎ been‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ lie,‎ ‎ repress,‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ deflect;‎ ‎ after‎ ‎ all,‎ ‎ how‎ ‎ can‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ be‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ nature‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ admit‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ shortcoming‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ would‎ ‎ accidentally‎ ‎ expose‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ traces‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ humanity‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ still‎ ‎ manages‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ leak‎ ‎ through‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ armour,‎ ‎ like‎ ‎ how‎ ‎ even‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ faintest‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ sunshine‎ ‎ can‎ ‎ creep‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ through‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ densest‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ curtains?

but‎ ‎ at‎ ‎ this‎ ‎ moment,‎ ‎ as‎ ‎ made‎ ‎ evident‎ ‎ by‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ way‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ answer‎ ‎ comes‎ ‎ out‎ ‎ easily‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ maybe‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ bit‎ ‎ too‎ ‎ casually,‎ ‎ huntress‎ ‎ doesn't‎ ‎ feel‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ need‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ crumple‎ ‎ up‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ truth,‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ doesn't‎ ‎ find‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ necessary‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ assess‎ ‎ if‎ ‎ that's‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ result‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ THE‎ ‎ FLASH’S‎ ‎ influence‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ any‎ ‎ way,‎ ‎ or‎ ‎ if,‎ ‎ for‎ ‎ once,‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ situation‎ ‎ has‎ ‎ really‎ ‎ been‎ ‎ as ‎ manageable‎ ‎ as‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ claims.

“came‎ ‎ here‎ ‎ pursuing‎ ‎ what‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ thought‎ ‎ was‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ lowlife‎ ‎ assassin‎ ‎ with‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ bad‎ ‎ taste‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ outdated‎ ‎ pistols,‎ ‎ turns‎ ‎ out‎ ‎ motherfucker’s‎ ‎ got‎ ‎ powers,”‎ ‎ it's‎ ‎ by‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ dint‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ bo‎ ‎ staff‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ she's‎ ‎ managed‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ get‎ ‎ back‎ ‎ up‎ ‎ on‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ feet,‎ ‎ unhindered‎ ‎ by‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ staggering‎ ‎ steps‎ ‎ or‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ numerous‎ ‎ groans‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ takes‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ reach‎ ‎ that,‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ it's‎ ‎ due‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ said‎ ‎ staff‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ continues‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ stand‎ ‎ tall‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ hold‎ ‎ wally’s‎ ‎ gaze‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ensure‎ ‎ this‎ ‎ friendly‎ ‎ debriefing‎ ‎ session‎ ‎ can‎ ‎ get‎ ‎ over‎ ‎ with‎ ‎ uninterrupted.‎ ‎ “something‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ do‎ ‎ with‎ ‎ mind,‎ ‎ gravity,‎ ‎ energy‎ ‎ fields,‎ ‎ or‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ don't‎ ‎ know,‎ ‎ metal,‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ missed‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ golden‎ ‎ opportunity‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ ask‎ ‎ them,‎ ‎ but‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ next‎ ‎ thing‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ know,‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ get‎ ‎ tossed‎ ‎ around‎ ‎ like‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ ragdoll,‎ ‎ because‎ ‎ why‎ ‎ not.”

“pretty‎ ‎ sure‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ was‎ ‎ passed‎ ‎ around‎ ‎ for‎ ‎ —”‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ pauses‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ check‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ wristwatch,‎ ‎ stumbling‎ ‎ just‎ ‎ slightly‎ ‎ but‎ ‎ not‎ ‎ enough‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ fall‎ ‎ over,‎ ‎ before‎ ‎ turning‎ ‎ over‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ meet‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ speedster‎ ‎ again.‎ ‎ “—‎ ‎ fourteen ‎ minutes,‎ ‎ more‎ ‎ or‎ ‎ less,‎ ‎ but‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ recall‎ ‎ calling‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ for‎ ‎ backup‎ ‎ before‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ totally‎ ‎ lost‎ ‎ it.‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ here‎ ‎ we‎ ‎ are‎ ‎ now.‎ ‎ not‎ ‎ out‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ time,‎ ‎ luckily;‎ ‎ out‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ ibuprofen,‎ ‎ however.”

❛ you ever look around and think hey! how the hell did i get here? ❜ given their current circumstances, it's an achingly casual question from nightwing. not that it's necessarily out of place - at least not when it comes to wally. ❛ it's like one minute you're a kid, backflipping around in spandex, and the next you're -- well, no, okay, bad example. ❜

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