NIGHTWING.

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THEBLACKCANARYBIRD.

“i suggest you start talking about where that fear gas came from otherwise i’ll start to sing right into your ear and when i sing, i go all mariah carey times 1000,” dinah warned.

“--------- will be the last sound you’ll ever hear,”  he adds,  matter-of-factly;  leaning against the wall,  unbothered.   he trusted dinah to handle the criminal,  but still pitches in every now and then.   “start spillin’ the beans,  buddy.   i forgot my noise-canceling earbuds,  and i,  for one,  don’t want to go deaf.”

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OFPHANTXMS.

“no! i will not ‘walk through walls’ just to steal something for you. i don’t use my powers to do bad things!” tinya protested, a concerned expression on her face.

“is it really stealing if he’s my father?   well,  sort of,”   he explains,  silicone padded boot-soles tapping on the floor,  eager to test the woman’s ability.

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hey fam !   it’s ya girl liv.   the one that disappeared for a while,  yes.   i was adulting,  no biggie,  but i’m back !   i’ll hit the starter tag on dick in a bit !   and since i posted a starter on kon that i never had the chance to thread,  i’ll do the replies i owe.   can be in a different setting,  can be a flashback,  i don’t mind !   plot with my angels and i’ll give you angst with a pinch of fluff !!!

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BLLACKBAT.

cass’ gaze narrows in the direction of her brother, watching as he pats down what seems to be empty pockets. “fine,” she agrees, fingers slipping into the back pocket of her jeans in order to retrieve her debit card. “i’m not buying you a coffee with the word unicorn in its name, so forget it.” 

gaze shits to meet cass’ eyes,  an apologetic smile appears on his lips. “have you ever tried the unicorn frappuccino blended crème,  though?  you’re a hater because you’ve never tried.   if you did,  you’d be ordering it without shame right now.”

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SOMBRADELMURCIELAGO.

bruce watched his oldest son search for his wallet, arching an eyebrow when he came up empty, turning his gaze away with a small chuckle. “seems like it’s often one of those days.” though to those around him his comment would have seemed sincere, those who knew bruce well would have noticed the man was simply teasing. “you make the orders then.”

“hey,  that’s not true.   i just choose to leave it in my car when it’s a date with you.”   he corrects,  index finger lifting,  a slight smile braving his words.   “--------- but idid forget my wallet in my other jeans today,  though.”   broad shoulders shrug,  pitching forward to rest his elbows on the counter.   “i’ll have a tall nonfat iced caramel macchiato.   oh,  and a black,  three sugars,  for the old man.  no milk.  he doesn’t take milk.”

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KRYPTCNBCRN.

’ do you ever get a little homesick ?’ her attention turns towards the other, gaze peering in curious anticipation for their answer. ‘ don’t get me wrong, i’ve never regretted my decision to come here, it’s just – different. ‘ 

“the good thing about my family and their need for justice - we always fight the same battles,  on the same side.  they are all here.  babs,  tim,  cass,  even jason.  hell,  bruce was the first to sign up for this.  it’s hard to get homesick when you’ve never seen home as a place.  growing up in a circus,  on the road every couple of days,  it’s hard to get attached.  home to me is a person.  or,  you know,  a group of people.”  he shrugs,  a smile lifting the corner of his lips.  “you should try that.  i mean,  your cousin is here right,  your sister?  they are your home.”

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WCNDRGRL.

‘ look –– i guess wonder girl of this earth had a pretty bad reputation so, if you see anyone coming with a pitch fork, give a girl a warning ?? ’

“eh,  sounds fake.  you really want me to believe that perfect little blonde with blue eyes was persecuted on this earth?  it’s probably a t-swift from our earth bad reputation.”

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BABSGORDCN.

an unmistakable ache radiated along her side. a bruised rib – she deduced quickly. the length of time she’d been doing this job gave her an ability to recognize certain injuries with a certain amount of ease. she’d gotten the job done, as she always did. it wasn’t even anything specifically difficult, just some thugs robbing a liquor store. they’d simply gotten lucky, took a cheap shot. they were left strung up, and she waited in the darkness of an alley while she waited for the police to show. her back pressed to the brick wall behind her, the chill from it coming in through the batgirl uniform when she realized she wasn’t alone there. ‘ you didn’t happen to bring me a coffee, did you ? ’

he jumps building from building;  light steps jig about rapidly,  yet the silicone padded boot-soles silence his footfalls.  she knows he’s there,  she always sees him coming,  but he tries to be discreet anyway.  he drops down,  leg hanging over the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder,  close enough to leave a kiss on her cheek.  “do you come here often?”  he mumbles in her ear,  a smirk playing on his lips.  “i wouldn’t be crazy to come empty-handed,”  he retorts,  the hand occupied by the plastic cup finally making an appearance upon his words.

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MADHOUSEWALLS.

“why don’t people play poker in the jungle?” the blonde asks, excitement lacing her voice. She was nearly bouncing in her seat at the rather dismal-looking bar. surely they could afford a better atmosphere with how much they charged for drinks, but that wasn’t what brought her here in the first place. she was supposed to be meeting someone here, someone who clearly wasn’t going to show up. but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a night of fun anyways. “any guesses?”

a brow lifts upon the enigma.  he runs his tongue over the lower lip,  pretends to resolve it,  studying the question for another moment.  it has to do with cheetahs,  obviously.  after all,  he has told such joke to barbara far too many times before.  but he’s bored,  some company is good.  “none,”  he tells,  lifting his shot and chugging it down,  repeating her question,  “why people don’t play poker in the jungle?” 

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“hey,”  dick greets,  a grin lightening his face as he rifles through his pockets,  coming up empty.  this has happened too many times before - he forgot his wallet.  again.  “you mind taking pity on a fellow american and buying me a coffee?  it’s for a good cause,  i swear.  forgot my wallet in my other jeans,  been one of those days.”

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what’s gucci,  fam ?  ya know who it is,  it’s ya girl,  the one and only,  princess liv.  i’ll be playing two losers that y’all loooooooove make fun of,  dick grayson  &  kon-el / conner kent.  i’ll write a dossier for them soon,  but for now,  if you have any questions about them,  just ask away.  also,  hit me up for plots !!!!!!!! 

anyways,  dab on ‘em haters,  but love me.