{ You have the Tools : Now Fight }

The older hunter had his gun trained on the dark head. His face blank and emotionless.”Sorry, but I don’t know you.”

Dick doesn’t answer immediately, mulling the question over. He needed more information first, that was clear. 

[ 6 M/F ]

Harley squirmed at his attention.  She wasn’t used to this much teasing, truth be told.  It makes her close her eyes and rock into the feeling, soft stilted breaths coming from her lips.  She cooes for him, his name and other sweet things mixed in with her gasps.  “Fuck…nightwing…”  She whined, her accent thick.

“Nah, it was great, made my boobs look fantastic.” She giggled from where she was laying on his chest on the couch.

[ 6 M/F ]

Harley squirmed at his attention.  She wasn’t used to this much teasing, truth be told.  It makes her close her eyes and rock into the feeling, soft stilted breaths coming from her lips.  She cooes for him, his name and other sweet things mixed in with her gasps.  “Fuck…nightwing…”  She whined, her accent thick.

Artemis and Damien had been meditating together, like the did often.  He told her that it would help her heal her mind in the end and she trusted his judgement.  As they held hands she hadn’t expected the sudden severe jolt as she was thrown across the winds of time. 

It wasn’t the first time that Artemis had seen one of her past lives.  But she usually tried not to look to deep within that.  It wasn’t necessarily good to go poking around in your old past.  But this was something she had known of. 

The architecture is the first thing to give her the hint of where she was.  This was Ancient Greece.  There was a strong feeling that came with these images and she allowed herself to expand upon it, for the feelings to take her where she needed to go.  She looks the same, exactly the same in fact, she sits upon a marble throne and inhales vapors.  Her body seems to move on its own and as she speaks there is an echo to her voice.

“First sacrifice to the warriors who once had their home in this island, Whom now the rolling plain of fair Asopia covers, Laid in the tombs of heroes with their faces turned to the sunset,” 

She is the Oracle Pythia and the blood of the goddess runs through her veins.  After this ends she is gathered off of the floor by a man, who is tall and the feeling is familiar.  As she catches a glimpse she cannot believe herself. 

“You must rest now, Oracle.”  And it is Damien that is speaking to her.

She pulled her hands from his as she gasped.  She can feel the red strings of fate and they have been together lifetimes.

This explained their first meeting entire.  The way she had felt this draw to him, how she hadn’t thought twice about kissing him.

“Nah, it was great, made my boobs look fantastic.” She giggled from where she was laying on his chest on the couch.