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[iinmortales]

as the souls of the dead live for'er in my mind as i live all the years that they left me behind i’ll stay on the shore but still gaze at the sea i remember the fallen and they think of me for our souls in the ocean together will be

IINMORTALES ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ mutuals only multi-muse penned by k80. featuring muses from star wars, dc, f1, folklore, literature, arthurian legends, and more!

[circeanlion-deactivated20260322]

“Oh okay um I guess that’s alright,” she said even if she looked a little unsure as she surveyed the damage. She looked up at him and her eyes little up. "Oh. Oh! You're the . . . the . . . " She paused her brows furrowed. "The bird boy! I thought you wore red and yellow." She remembered because yellow was absolutely one of her favorite colors.

Another glance around at the writhing thugs followed by a shake of her head. "I don't." She didn't want to add that it wasn't unheard of, some men couldn't take no for an answer and some got aggressive when it came to getting what they wanted.

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the bird boy. the bird boy??? yeah, it wasn't exactly secret that nightwing was once robin, but he still wasn't particularly thrilled for the reminder. he was trying to reinvent himself, to be independent from batman and his legacy. ' yeah. robin. i did once, but i grew out of it. ' jason could wear those colors now.

alright, random crime or she just really didn't know that someone was angry with her. he'd have to investigate if he had the time. ' fair enough. can i walk you home? just to make sure you get there safe? '

[justbrcathe]

So it was going to be like that was it? Diana sighed, a sound that mixed fondness and exasperation in perfect harmony. The Amazon stepped into the room and let the automatic door swoosh closed behind her, just in case anyone walked by. She didn't want them to also catch the little rebellious intruder.

"Homework huh?" Diana echoed, one dark eyebrow raised as she took in the notebook Dick had presented along with the plate dusted with bread crumbs leftover from the sandwich the teen was currently eating. Dick had certainly managed to make himself at home. "And how long have you been here working on homework?"

"And, yes, I do know Bruce...where does Bruce think you are?" Certainly not at the Watchtower. Batman had not thought his protege prepared for the level of responsibility and hero work required by being a League member. Diana did not blame him for the protectiveness.

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' how long? if its tuesday, two days. if we're in wednesday now, then three. ' honestly, he was lucky flash had such a high metabolism. the watch tower was always stocked with food and no one really noticed if some of it was missing. and the normal coming and going of different members of the league meant that no one really cared if they heard someone moving around at strange hours. except for diana. couldn't get anything past diana.

hmmm, where did bruce think he was? ' well, i'm hoping he thinks i'm in jump city with the titans. ' which was probably where he should be. and the titans? they thought he was in gotham with batman. ' are you going to tell him i'm here? '

[flamingstorm]

Johnny's eyes narrow a bit when she takes the glasses and waltzes back into the kitchen like what he just said hasn't registered. At least, that's what it seems like until he realizes she's getting something stronger than just water.

He trails behind her, leaving distance between them and stopping at the other end of the kitchen. His bright blue eyes flash between the glasses and her. "Oh, vodka. Definitely," he states as he folds his arms over his chest and props himself against the wall.

"Superhero incidental insurance, huh?" He gives a shrug, nodding in understanding. "Guess that makes sense." If they have their own superhero, that is, which he has to assume they do judging by her surprisingly calm reaction to him dropping from the sky.

When the glass is offered, he pushes away from the wall to close the distance, taking it from her and gulping it down with ease. He stares down into the glass for a moment, twisting it in his fingertips. "Um...Not exactly, but there's a city that has a similar appearance. It's not called Metropolis, though" He can't stop the snort of laughter that slips out at the ridiculous name.

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she handed him the second shot, took another one for herself, and then took two beers out of her fridge. something was telling her it was going to be a long night. ' yeah. superman tries not to throw cars, but the justice gang isn't always so considerate. ' especially green lantern. guy did not care at all about property damage. guess that wasn't in his green lantern vows.

' what's it called then? ' even if writing an article about a super hero from a different reality would be insane, she couldn't hold back her curiosity. ' and whats your metahuman situation like? i'm guessing you're not the only one. we've got....a lot. seemingly more every day. ' and that wasn't counting vigilantes like batman that had no apparent powers but could still stand toe to toe with even superman.

[learningtodie]

this was the last thing that edwin wanted. not only was it going to complicate his life further, but it seemed like this man was a criminal. which was worse than just being assigned someone arbitrary and expected to make some kind of relationship work. because it wasn't just that this man was a stranger who quite literally filled edwin's life with color, but he was also, by appearances, the man that edwin was trying to catch.

or at least he might be someone edwin could talk to to get to who he was trying to catch.

there was a sinking suspicion, however, in edwin's stomach that had him warily eyeing the artist as he packed up his things. he wasn't a stepping stone. this was the man he was looking for. in more ways than one, apparently.

edwin passed a hand through his colorless hair and let out a breath.

the decision came in a split second. he'd hate himself for it later, but it made the most sense. "no-- - no i'm not... you're not. sorry that was... horrible of me." he smoothed a hand over the front of his jacket and made sure to tuck his badge away. embarrassing. how disappointed this man must be to meet him. "i just hadn't expected... well i was looking for someone but you're clearly not him."

it was a lie but edwin said it anyway. this was the man he was looking for. he just had to prove it, didn't he?

"i was surprised. i hadn't expected to find anyone... my name is edwin courcey..." it was difficult to smooth over what damage he'd done already, but he tried. "i would love to learn yours." among other things, of course. he hated that it wasn't even a lie. even if his motives were ulterior to some degree. he wanted to know and be known.

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i was looking for someone but you're clearly not him. he wanted to be whatever this man was looking for, and the feeling came on so suddenly that it nearly knocked the breath from him again. but he had to stay rational about all of this. they'd just met, didn't even know each other's names. robin couldn't go pressing this man against a wall to give him an exceptional last first kiss. though he did hope that would come later.

' edwin. ' the name was a sigh from his lips as he struggled to stay as clear headed as possible. ' robin blyth. well, technically robert, but everyone calls me robin. ' no one had called him robert since his parents died, and he'd prefer to keep it that way. ' who were you looking for? if its someone that uses this studio, i might be able to help. '

[bornofthedawn]

the beauty laughed softly, tilting her head as her gaze couldn't help but look over him. he was familiar, somehow, but it was something she couldn't place. perhaps it was simply because aurora found him handsome. incredibly so. his statement about the song was a surprise, she hadn't known that about it. how embarrassing that some stranger knew it better — and she was choosing it for her routine!

" certainly not pastries nor tea. " she replied back cheekily with a giggle; aurora wasn't one to make jabs at others, but from one french native to another it was simply harmless fun. the question about the song took her off guard. he was certainly focused on it, wasn't he? " i love it, " aurora answered with a soft sigh. " i know, it's not like his other songs — truthfully, i hadn't heard it until today, but . . " the skater shrugged her shoulders. " i think it's perfect for my routine. "

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' afraid i'm more of a coffee drinker, and the italians certainly have us beat there. ' he leaned forward on the fence between the path and the ice, drawn in by her. she loved it. one of his least favorite songs he'd ever written, and she loved it! well, that certainly moved it up the list of his favorites. not like his other songs, though, did have him raising a quizzical brow. philip had thought she was being polite, not making a fuss over who he was. did she not actually know it was his song, then?

taking in the skates, her graceful movements from moments before, and talk of a routine, he was starting to put the pieces together. ' professional figure skater? ' he didn't feel like he was too far off. she was as graceful as any dancer, but why would a ballerina be practicing on ice?

[flamingstorm]

The Torch floats up beside the flying...guy as he watches Reed stretch himself out. at the moment, he's pretty sure Reed has it under control, but he's also keeping an eye out in case he's needed again. A sideways glance is given to the dark-haired stranger.

"Yep. Thaaat's my brother in-law," he comments, though he frowns after saying it. He can't remember the last time he had to explain that to someone. So where did this guy come from? And how is he flying? Should he be concerned? He doesn't seem like a threat...

"He does have a name, though. But, uhhh...Most people just call him Mr. Fantastic." An amused grin pulls up on Johnny's lips. Reed would kick him later, but it's worth it.

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where ever he was, clark was glad there was at least a yellow sun. being in an alternate world wouldn't been difficult enough, but without his powers? that would have been a whole other can of worms. ' brother-in-law. right. ' so fighting crime? threats? whatever they considered this was, seemed to be a family affair. clark couldn't help but wonder if that made it easier or harder.

' mr. fantastic. alright. guess its about as embarrassing as calling yourself superman. ' technically it had been lois that had first given him that name, but he'd never tried to go by something else, either. ' what can i call you? '

[gridbest]

He shook his head. “No.” He’d heard stories, as a Padawan and on Bracca, but he’d never met one in person before. Prauf had been fond of telling scary stories about Nightsisters and Dathomir. Cal wondered what Prauf would say if he knew who Cal was talking to. He wasn’t sure what to make of Merrin. She was somehow both less scary and more intimidating than he’d been expecting. “Have you ever met another Jedi?” BD-1 beeped from Cal’s shoulder. “Or another droid?”

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no. of course not. her sisters had been slaughtered. and yet hadn't the jedi been massacred as well? and cal was alive, and cere was alive, and maybe they had come across one of her sisters. but no, it was foolish to hope. ' a droid? no. although if they are all as troublesome as bd-1, i'm not sure i would want to. ' she was, as always, only partly teasing. bd-1 did end up getting into quite a bit of trouble. ' as for jedi, i have met you and cere, and then malicos. though i am not sure if you would still consider him a jedi. '

[outlawiism]

❝   i’ll be honest with ya, bud. all o’ that sounds terrible. i dunno which one would be the lesser evil.   ❞   did he really get it   ?   probably not    &    Peter is the last person to judge anyone who goes through this type of thing. he knows what it’s like to be flung into another universe by accident, or flung through objects, getting beaten, whatever.   ❝   ooooh, so that’s why you were on literal fire as you crashed in. that’s your thing. that sounds cool   !   gimmie a sec, will ya   ?   let me get a med-kit. i want to make sure you are not dying.   ❞

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' i mean, victor is a bit of a bitch, he just happens to have a lot of money and power and a vendetta against my family. ' mostly reed, which was annoying. ' galactus is a world eating cosmic entity. so, i'd rather admit to getting swatted by galactus, you know? getting by victor just feels embarrassing. ' reed would ask a lot of questions about how exactly doom managed to put out his fire, sue would make sure he was alright, but ben? ben was going to make fun of him. ' my thing, ' he grinned, holding up one hand that immediately burst into flame. ' yeah, its my thing. i don't think i'm dying, though. ' going through the cosmic storm had felt like dying, but now? he felt fine. ' you got a thing? or is space your thing? '

[bruz3r]

Not many people found the pleasant displeasure of THE BATMAN's playful annoying sentiment. Probably because not many people take it that way either. But he surely would have let her try if she had to.

[ ₁ ] Under less mitigating circumstances, maybe.

Clark was picked up with relative ease and brought into the waiting hangar door to THE BATWING. A third seat already laid down like a surgeon's table to strap Clark onto for the trip. His vitals still going red in the corner of his visual metrics. Except for the slightest furrow and imperceptible twist to his frown, his worry was hardly telegraphed onto his features.

" You did good. " As good as anyone could have under the circumstance. " But the poison's gotten into his blood system. It's small but it could still be enough to weaken his entire nervous system if we're not fast. " He shut the door and grabbed something from a bag under the chair. " You should take a sit before Alfred takes us to hypersonic speed. "

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she was doing her best not to hover, not to reach out to steady clark as bruce lifted and carried him. there was a reason clark trusted bruce, and it was about more than whether or not the batman could carry him. she did, though remain next to clark as he was strapped down, her hand resting on his bicep. this was the second time she'd seen him poisoned by kryptonite, this time was worse.

' right. i know that the sun helps him recover. ' she'd once joked that he was like a lizard, put him under a sun lamp and he'd perk right up. clark had laughed and kissed her. she knew that wasn't really how it worked. and they had to get whatever pieces of kryptonite was left out before recovery was an option. but she didn't know how else to help now. ' right. of course. wouldn't want to fall over when we go hypersonic. ' bruce wayne was one of the most frustrating people she'd ever met. but she did do as he said, sitting in the empty seat and belting herself in. ' who is alfred? '

[katarinawilliams]

Jason fired his pistols at the thugs. "We are having a brotherly bonding moment. I'm hanging out with you aren't I?" Did Dick annoy him with personal space being invaded? Yes. He liked things a certain way and Dick always pushed those boundaries.

Still he wasn't mad at Dick even after he was brought back from the Pit. He was more angry at Bruce if anything but he was working through it. "Yea whatever you say Dickface. Did you get what you came for?" He was helping Nightwing out with a mission. "Don't get me wrong I don't mind teaming up with you or Batgirl. I'm just not ready yet to talk to Bats especially after what I did to the replacement." He was referring to Tim. He beat the hell out of the kid when he had a slip of Pit rage.

Dick and Barbara didn't trigger the rage in him for one reason or another. Jason didn't know why maybe he was still sorting out those memories in his head. The Pit didn't fix him completely after all.

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' i mean is it hanging out when we are both working? we're not exactly going out for pizza and a movie. ' then again, when had either of them had normalcy like pizza and a movie. dick had become robin officially at only ten years old, had unofficially been robin two years before that. normal had died with his parents. sometimes, though, he did wish they could have normal family moments.

still, he finished up rooting around in the robotic dinosaur that had crashed through the side of the building, pulling out the cpu. ' got it. ' he stashed it in his belt and resumed his grip on his batons. ' hey, i'm not gonna force you to fix things with bats, but i do need you to know that we don't blame you for what happened with robin. ' yeah, tim had been in rough shape, but they all knew that was came out of a lazarus pit wasn't always the same as what went in. they were lucky to get as much of jason back as they did. ' want to go or take out a bit of unresolved anger on the goons? '

[ircnwrought]

__________✨    SHE    DOESN'T    SHOOT    AT    HIM    AGAIN,    THOUGH    A    GREEN    BOLT    GLOWS    AROUND    HER    HAND,    READY.    oh,    she's    furious,    even    her    eyes    crackle    with    barely    contained    energy.    ❛    i   am   aware   of   who   you   are.    ❜    she   walks   closer--stalked    closer    is    probably    more    accurate,    given    how    tense    she    is.    ❛    on   tamaran,    if   a   partner   intends   to   leave   the   home   for   an   extended   period   of   time,    they   leave   a   holo.    am   i   mistaken   to   think   that   here   on   earth   a   note   would   have   sufficed    ??    ❜

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he heaved a sigh, taking off his mask and letting it fall to the floor. he didn't need a mask with her. he wasn't nightwing with her. he was just dick, and there was precious few people with whom he could be himself. richard grayson was just a resident of bludhaven. nightwing was the mask vigilante. dick grayson was both. ' i'm sorry, kori. it was last minute. ' a frenzied call from tim, about jason. jason who was dead. jason who was alive. but he'd been gone for a month, and she was right. he should have left a note, should have called. ' it was-- it doesn't matter. i still should have called. '

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