independent dick grayson, aka nightwing, roleplay account. pre-new 52, though i love capullo too much not to use his artwork. bludhaven resident, recently returned to his old mantle.
I COULD BE THERE WHEN YOU LAND
a dick & babs fanmix
D O W N L O A D
001. eleanor put your boots on :: franz ferdinand
i know it isn't dignified to run,
but if you run,
you can run to the coney island roller coaster,
ride to the highest point and leap across the filthy water,
leap until the gulf stream's brought you down.
i could be there when you land.
002. crown of love :: arcade fire
the pains of love, and they keep growing,
in my heart there's flowers growing
on the grave of our old love,
since you gave me a straight answer.
003. love is a laserquest :: arctic monkeys
and do you still think love is a laserquest,
or do you take it all more seriously?
i've tried to ask you this in some daydreams that i've had,
but you're always busy being make-believe.
004. darkness descends :: laura marling
well i wouldn't want to ruin something i couldn't save,
the gap will keep us safe, the gap will keep us safe.
005. nightcrawlers :: widowspeak
it was just the time,
it wasn't you.
it was just the night,
it wasn't you.
006. newark wilder :: pavement
it's a brand new era, it feels great,
it's a brand new era but it came too late.
007. hold on :: angus & julia stone
and i'm hoping that you'll say
that you loved me all this time,
but it turns out just the same.
008. amylase :: cajun dance party
let's not forget, let's not forget,
what happened in the past
you were right, you were wrong, yeah,
but everything was fast
so when we build this ship, remember to make it last--
increase the time it takes to paint and build the mast.
There was a time when she had not approved of the path Richard seemed to be following. She did not want him to become more and more like Bruce, despite the fact that she held a definite fondness for the other man. Barbara did not want more than one man that she loved to be cursed with the emotional inadequacies that plagued Bruce. Dick felt so much, his emotions easily read on his face. Barbara never wanted him to lose that. It was a quality that she loved in him. Her skin was suddenly cold, and her shirt was gone. It was his turn to sit exposed, and nimble fingers dragged the shirt over his head, inching closer to him on his lap, perhaps trying to torture him slightly. His words, sweet as they were, made a smile appear on her features. She tipped forward, placing a trail of kisses along the beginning of his chest.
Sleepiness made Dick's eyelids heavy, dark under-eye shadows stark on pale skin. His body ached with the frustration of having sat in a police car all day, every muscle yearning to be stretched out, though his mind was racked with exhaustion. This was all he really wanted to do. He knew that soon he would have to make his excuses and leave, that he would have to get back to the Haven and don the fingerstripes, even if he had to be at work for seven am the next day. He knew that he would barely have time to shovel some Lucky Charms in his mouth, and that he would feel this the next day. But it was worth it. He grinned as she edged closer, tauntingly close to the contact he was craving. Time to channel some of that physical energy.
"And you have a habit of prompting it," he said, hands on her face as he dragged her down for a kiss. "Now stop your teasing." His fingers slipped just under the edge of her leggings, an eyebrow tilting in provocation.
The mentioning of Bruce almost made her go rigid as the night in the batcave flashed briefly through her mind. It felt wrong, for a moment, to be kissing Dick, even though she knew deep down that this was where she was meant to be, and Bruce was nothing but a pipe dream, a childhood crush. Her eyes found his, and she gazed into the blue that mirrored hers, ivory teeth sinking down on her own lip. “Of course not. You’re better than that.” His kisses were tender. It was so easy to forget that they were no longer dating, that they weren’t supposed to be anything anymore. She found comfort in him, in his heart and he felt like home. Slender fingers pushed back the dark strands of hair on his forehead, and she smiled, small but genuine. Lips found his again, hands playing against the hem of his shirt. Her hands pressed to the hard muscle of his stomach, soaking up his warmth.
With her small frame in his arms, Dick could feel her seize up at his comment. He knitted his brow, puzzled by the sudden reaction to what he had thought was an innocent comment. Thinking it over, he put it down to an argument they'd had some time ago, back when they first split up and she had accused him of becoming too similar to his mentor. Best not to bring up those memories, given the circumstances. He placed a kiss on her forehead as she eased back into his embrace. Deft fingers made short work of the dark hair falling into his eyes, and he mirrored her smile, the wholesomeness of the moment warming him from the inside out. And then her hands made contact with skin, and the wholesomeness took a backseat. Dick started kissing across her collarbone and against her neck, pausing only to tug her shirt up over her head. Her face was half-cast in the warm glow of some distant streetlamp, and he could hardly stand to look at it.
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