𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇

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Thank you for one hundred followers! ( even though i’m not here much )

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controlling-crxme:

He’s putting his arm that’s not currently holding his helmet around her, rubbing her back as he just lets her scold him. Though her demands have him chuckling.

“I hear you, Barbara… I’ll try my best not to get blown up by the Joker again.” He responds somewhat sarcastically. Mainly he was trying to lighten the mood while also reminding her that it hadn’t been his fault that he’d been dead for a while.

“So… What have you been up to since… Well… The last time we saw each other? Have I missed getting to see you pummel anyone interesting?”

“Jason. Be quiet.” She hushed him, her face nestled into the armored padding of his leather jacket. Jason smelt of gunpowder and cigarettes, but Barbara didn’t mind. Her arms only tightened around his waist, keeping him as close to her as she could.

“.. I just need to let myself realize that--.. you’re here.” 

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controlling-crxme:

“Good to know at least one of the former Robins hasn’t been nixed by the crazy clown.” He mutters to himself with a huff before fully removing the helmet and holding it under his arm.

“Believe it.” He speaks, smirking softly. “It’s… good to see you again, y’know?”

She was.. rather speechless. It was him alright. A lot more chiseled and built than the Jason she REMEMBERED but it was him. She knew that smirk anywhere. 

“Jason..” She muttered under her breath. Batgirl slowly stepped forwards, over the dead bodies. Disregarding them as though they weren’t there to begin with. For a moment, she only stood there, silently. Admiring him. And without warning, her arms flung themselves around his waist, burying her face into his chest.

“--Don’t you EVER pull some shit like that again. You hear me!? I-.. Damn it, Jason..”

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controlling-crxme:

“I swear I didn’t mean to not contact you when I finally… well… It’s a long story, one I’m sure the Old Man didn’t bother telling you when he found out I was alive again.” He’s holstering his pistol with a frown.

There’s a quiet moment before he presses a hidden button on the helmet, clamps coming undone to allow him to pull the damn thing off. He felt stupid talking to her of all people with it on.

“Though I should probably fill you in somewhere that’s not going to stink of rot sometime soon.”

“No, Nightwing told me. I didn’t believe him, I'm still not sure I believe him.” At least, she had a hard time believing that THIS was Jason Todd. The second Robin. Sure, he was a lot more aggressive as a fighter than Dick was. But to go to this length? It was unthinkable that someone trained by Batman could become this.

Her eyes glanced away as his helmet came undone. Trying to remain calm, and prepare for the big reveal that was Jason Todd’s face. The sight alone would probably break her down into tears, leaving her a sobbing mess.

“--Right.. I didn’t plan on staying long. It’s not like I haven’t seen dead bodies before..”

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@batgcrdcn

“Babs….” He was standing over the corpses of several thugs, while the woman he’d saved from them was running away screaming. Jason’s attention however, was on the redhead in front of him. “Hey…”

“Hood.” Her tone was as casual as ever, all things considered. Truth be told, the sight of dead bodies didn’t bother her as much as it should.  Her eyes focused on HIM. Not the bodies around his boots.

“--I came to lend a hand, but you’ve already handled things, it seems.” Unlike the others, mainly Bruce. She wasn’t here to judge him, or call him a murderer. He believed in his cause, just like she did. Their enforcement of justice was the only difference. He killed, she didn’t.

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Hey! If you’d like to get drunk with RP with a canon-divergent Jason Todd/Red Hood from DC, give this sideblog a follow and this promo a reblog! Thanks!

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|| Honestly, I apologize for like, up and leaving so suddenly. I just?? Wasn’t sure I had a place in this fandom?? I still don’t know, but I’m willing to do replies here and there.

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|| low activity / semi-hiatus tbh

[adreamyassortment]

“Are they following me because they’re interested in rping or do they just need the follow-back follower count?”

I’ve been seeing this a lot lately and I understand if people get miffed about it. I would be too. And I think it’s a good call to try and interact with folks by calling attention to it.

let it be known though

if I follow you but we never rp, it’s not that i’m using you to get my follower count up.

I’m just rlly bad at making the first move.

Follower count doesn’t mean squat to me since I know that it usually ends up being like, dead blogs I’ll never see again. So yeah. 

This is a post where I’m encouraging you, the reader, to make the first move. Just try and talk to the people you follow, even if you don’t think they’d be interested in rping ( provided you follow their rules on contact, mutuals, ect ). Maybe they wanna rp? Maybe they don’t. Your chances can only increase if you come with an idea to bring to the table, so just try it!

Maybe a friendship will happen, maybe it won’t. But at the VERY LEAST you can say you tried.

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redcladnerd:

“I– I live in a constant state of stress, I can’t just take it easy.” Tim always seemingly on edge lifts a hand to rub at his temples with a thumb and forefinger. “It’s a two way street, anyway…”

“Tim.” Barbara’s hands reached out to grab his face, cupping his cheeks in her palm. A concerned expression on her face. She wasn’t expecting this, Barbara wasn’t aware how much actual stress he was under. 

“Breathe. Remember to breathe. You know you can take a night off. We’re here to protect Gotham, yes. But not work ourselves to death over it.”

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gothamgodfather:

– DICK HAD questioned his decision to bring Barbra in. Said it was too risky. Bruce had agreed, but he had leverage if she didn’t want to. Namely, that she wouldn’t be able to see Dick anymore if both men were in prison. And she wouldn’t be able to fight crime very effectively if Batman was suddenly gone. Dick had relented.

Alfred didn’t approve either, and as consigliere he had done his best to advise against it. The one person in the Wayne Family who was allowed to argue with the Don. Part of why he had given the role to Alfred in the first place.

Bruce had finally agreed to a compromise. To tell her, but not to bring her in unless she asked. Keep her mostly at arm’s length regarding the mob’s actual plans. But she still had to be in the loop. She had earned that much.

Alfred was less excited at Barbra’s arrival than normal. He was almost stern and stoic. There was an air that had settled over the house that had never appeared when Babs had been around. Family business was being conducted and everyone had to fall into their roles.

Bruce had told Alfred to call him by his formal title, never one to ease anyone into anything. Not as Batman, not as Bruce Wayne. 

“Miss Gordon. Don Wayne is waiting for you in the dining room.”

“.. Then I suppose I shouldn’t keep him waiting.” Don Wayne? It was.. odd hearing Bruce being addressed a such. As a criminal. It made her stomach churn. Barbara had dressed accordingly, as per his instructions. And with each step, her heels clicked against the elegantly tiled flooring of his home as she made her way to the dining room.. 

Only to halt just before opening the door. Taking her last chance to really think about this situation. Whether she should accept the task or leave now, and leave Batgirl in her past.. Which she couldn’t do. Batgirl was as much of a part of her as Barbara Gordon was. Maybe even more. 

And with a bit of hesitance, she opened one of the double doors leading into the room. Entering, and closing it behind her. Her gaze resting upon Bruce Wayne, sitting at the table. Waiting for her.

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|| I have a bunch of stuff crammed into my drafts, so tomorrow I’ll make sure to get these replies out! 

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Brand new indie Mar’i Grayson blog here! Semi-Selective. NSFW welcome.

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@nightwingedbeauty from here!

“No.” She replied casually, a slight smile on her face as she scanned over her facial features. Admiration apparent in her gaze. “Just appreciating the view, that’s all.”

[lilmamabeyellin]

hearing “I’m proud of you” from the right people is so comforting and motivating.

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Brand new indie Mar’i Grayson blog here! Semi-Selective. NSFW welcome.

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redcladnerd:

“Maturing? He’s practically a grumpy old man in the form of a child. He’s plenty mature when he wants to be… How come everyone gets to lecture me about being nice to him? That’s why I keep my distance. If we’re not together he can’t chew my head off…”

“Hey, I’m not lecturing you. Take it easy, alright? I’m not against you. And I’m sorry if it feels that way. I guess it’s not my business, more Bruce’s since Damian’s his son after all..”