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‘ don’t fucking move , ’ slade growls .

the barrel of his gun points squarely at nightwing’s head. a twitch of his finger , and the man’s brains will be splattered against the brick wall , no matter how fast he thinks he is . slade’s jumped down in an instant , eyes narrowing . ‘ turn around . slowly . then tell me what the HELL you’re doing in star city , on MY job . ’ coincidence ? not likely . almost impossible , especially when it comes to NIGHTWING .

“Oh you SO are,” Stephanie insisted, rather ungracefully stuffing the bundle of fabric she had been carrying into Dick’s arms with a content nod. “It’s undercover work Dickie, can’t be picky.” She laughed after that last statement, unintentional rhyme and all she couldn’t help herself.

“Besides, the clothes aren’t even that bad this time around, you’ve had worse.” It was certainly true, each member of the family, especially all robins former and current, had had their fair share of distasteful outfits meant for such missions. Some more than others apparently.

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I WANT YOU (GONE) ~ SET IT OFF & MATT APPLETON

I'm trapped in a nightmare, and I could never wake It starts with the charm, then it cuts to get away But my eyes are open, and all I see is fake infatuation

SO SHE’S ESCAPING. Heels hitting the floor as fast as possible. Just running. He could track her any other way but she wanted to be as far away from the fun house as possible. He’d done it now, literally thrown her in the gutter and being loyal to a fault was the worst place possible when you were loyal to someone who most of the time, would trade you in for a dollar. There were very few exceptions, and that list was getting shorter and she really didn’t know how much more she could take.

It was heartbreaking. There were tears in her eyes, as the rain poured down, turning down to hide in one of Gotham’s alleyways. The bleached blonde with pink and blue hair wasn’t exactly a sight that blended in as her one of the many caped crusader’s tag-along drop in. They didn’t have to say anything, any bump in the night in Arkham made you very aware of your surroundings in case it turned out to be far worst. She could almost sense them staring at her. God she must have looked pathetic. As her eyeshadow and mascara rolled down her cheeks she turned on her heel to face them. 

“ Ya wanna say I told ya so? Wanna go ahead an’ lock me up and throw away the key. Well go on then, do it! I really don’t care enough to fight ya right now. ”  The sad part was that was true. She was hoping beyond hope that maybe a little time away would bring him to his senses, show him how much he needed her, but the likelihood of that happening was very, very slim. Her feelings balancing on a tightrope set to snap at any moment.  

                             MISC ANGST SENTENCE STARTERS (Accepting!)