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“Oh well see, Ivy’s not so bad either yeah? Just don’t mess with her plants?”

“But you are stubborn,” Kyle teased. “If you weren’t so attractive, I wouldn’t put up with your crap.”

“It’s only awkward because you’re a stubborn brat.” Kyle grabbed some of the food and held it out to Tim. “Eat up. I know you’re hungry.”

“Well I guess he’s a red flag if he thinks of something large scale but other then that, it’s not so bad.”

“I’m sure it won’t be so bad. How many are in Arkham still?”

“I know better.” Kyle sat down next to Tim and reached to try and pull the other man into his lap. “You get plenty of training but not enough food. Now you’re gonna sit with me til you finish eating.”

“You think so?” He asked, taking another couple of sips with a frown.

“You’re better to me,” Kyle said, kissing him again on the cheek. “But you need both food and training to keep your muscles healthy.”

“Yeah you are. And the best looking Batman, at that.” Kyle grinned and kissed Tim on the cheek. “Eat your food, mister. You’re gonna lose all that muscle that helps you Batman around at night.”

“Well a slow night is a good night right”

I’m going to either reboot this blog or remake it with the same url. I haven’t been on here a lot in a long while and it really needs to be refreshed so my verses will be changed and so will be my tagging system, theme, pages and ect. ect..

“You’re a vigilante.” Kyle smiled. “Gotta keep up your strength.”

“No, I don’t suppose you do.” He grinned, taking a sip of the drink to see what it was. “So how’d your patrol go”

Meme | kissmyringbuddy | ✣ bringing them food

“Hey- Thanks.”

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▼ kissing them

♢ stabbing them

♞ shooting them

✖ punching them

➶ slapping them

☠ poisoning them

☎ hugging them

☂ picking them up

✗ bringing them alcohol

✣ bringing them food

☯ coming home late

   Jason just sat in the changing room for a few minutes. Thinking and processing what all had happened and how he would explain this when he got back home. That is if he ever did get back home. He took the clothes and put them on before stepping out and throwing his costume in a pile. “What do you even do around here?”

  “Yeah, chilidogs.” He mumbled sadly. Jason got up and started walking to the stalls, he needed a few minutes alone and to just breath a bit. “Can you get em now? I’m tired as hell and I don’t want to sleep in uniform.”