A Caged Bird!

  "If you don't stand up and fight for what's yours,  you won't have anything left worth fighting for." My name is Duncan Lance aka Black Canary, and I have a song you don't want to hear. {member of warri0rshq} 

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perfectedthebadidea:

“Oh, you’ve no idea.” He liked he playful banter between them, and he especially liked the laugh that he managed to coax from the Canary, just prompting a wider smile to settle upon Constantine’s lips. Yes, it was, admittedly, part of his nature to flirt, but he never pushed it unless someone seemed to be just as interested as he was. Considering how the other had been looking at him, well, interested may be an understatement. Of course he’d noticed how good the other looked in costume, and he could only assume out of it as well. So a little bit of flirting, a little charming, just to get the go ahead to draw the other in to his lap as soon as he sat down. “Not all the men, no. Far from it. All the demon’s sure, but not all the men.” Just as playful, just as teasing, even now he had a lap full of Canary.

“What can I say? I appreciate the beautiful things in life, especially wen they’re clad in leather.” The last  word was lower, a playful wink thrown in for good measure. The hands gliding against his skin earned a pleased hum in the back of John’s throat, whilst his own hands shifted, carefully curling against the other’s hips, and then dragging up. Drawing the fabric of Duncan’s shirt with them, until he leaned in to steal a kiss. Shameless in his approach.

“I think I have some idea.” The playful banter was making this all the more fun. Someone was actually able to keep up. It was hard to leave Canary impressed let alone laughing. As soon as his eyes fell on that smile, he knew it was going to be an interesting night ahead. Flirting had always been second nature for Duncan. Hell, he made it into a little game. A test really. Sometimes it would be simple and done because they couldn’t hold his attention. Other times, like this one, he had met his match for once. Someone who could go toe to toe with him so to speak. At first, he was afraid he was coming on a bit strong, but hearing each little flirt slipping out with that intoxicating accent, it made him want to keep going. 

He had seen Constantine in his usual attire. The button up, dress pants, trench coat, and even then, he was enticed by it. The whole bad boy look did something to him. He bit the inside of his lip as he sat on the man’s lap listening. “So, I should consider myself special then?” He teased right back. A small, sweet chuckle slipped out as he heard the comment. “Oh there’s plenty more leather where this came from.” A devilish admission was made with a wink. Feeling his hands curling against his hips and dragging upwards, Duncan smirked and let his hands slowly move down the man’s chest. As he felt his shirt going up and his lips being caught, he allowed himself to fall in. The taste of the man’s lips was something he was immediately intoxicated by .Taking one of his hands from the man’s chest, he wrapped it on the side of the man’s neck allowing himself to open his mouth slightly and deepening the kiss.

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perfectedthebadidea:

“Yeah, you, the league, occasionally gods and demons. It’s not an easy life, that’s for sure.” He even threw in an over dramatic sigh, back of his head pressing against his forehead in the most stereotypical ‘woe is me’ pose he could manage.Offering another short laugh as the other questioned if he should say thank you, but not actually offering much of an answer as he instead chose to appreciate the view of the other. Sue him, Duncan was an attractive man and he had him all alone in his place. Of course his mind wandered. “Far from the worst, love. If anything, one of teh best. Much prefer your to a whole host of ‘em.” A playful tint remained in his tone, singing slowly on to his sofa, and instead of aiming to guide Duncan down at his side, he instead aimed fro the other to sit in his lap.

“No demon’s to disturb us, love. Just you and me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your eyes wandering.”

“I guess by that logic you’re a really wanted man.” Canary teased as he saw the dramatics displayed. All he could do was watch in pure amusement at him. As he stood there watching, he brought a hand to his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing, but it was futile. It was hard not to fall into the charm of Constantine. He was funny, snarky, and god, he was good looking. His eyes kept wandering all over him. It was hard to stop himself from thinking about what was under those boxers. This man had him wanting things in that moment that he hadn’t even thought about when coming over. With a small shake of his head, he listened to him. “I bet you say that to all the men who come in here.” He chirped right back as he let the other guide him. For a moment, he questioned what John was doing, but he fell right in line with him.

He straddled the man’s lap smiling. “Just us huh?” He quizzed out as he let his hands rest on the man’s chest. “Don’t think I didn’t catch yours wandering either.” He pointed out in a low, sinful voice. Without thinking, he leaned forward just a bit and let his finger tips dance across the man’s pec area.  That smile still in place as he was now inches from the man’s face. “Just...you..and...me.” He whispered out slowly.

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perfectedthebadidea:

“You aren’t alone in that, trust me. So many of you guys are quick to dismiss magic until it literally comes along to bite you in the ass, keeps me rushed off my feet some days.” And don’t even get him started on the rest of the shit he had to deal with when it came to angels, and demons, and possessions, and exorcisms, and a whole bunch of other bull. A laugh slipping free from John before he could help it at the mention of the other looking like a leather clad call boy. “To be honest, it’d hardly be the strangest thing they’ve seen around here. Get some awful visitor’s really.” A pause, before he was shifting froward. Enough to slip an arm around the other’s shoulders and draw him toward one of the sofa’s around the place. “Is that was this was, Duncan? A booty call?”

“Magic isn’t something I’ve fought except for maybe a handful of times.” He admitted as he stood there. “Well, at least you know you will always be needed by us.” The Canary pointed out as he began to look around. There was a smell of stale cigarette smoke in the air and empty packs laying on the table in front of him. It was in an interesting smell, but not one he could say he hated. It was hard to explain. Over the years, he had witnessed a few things. Hell,he had seen a some things he wished he could forget, but he chose to shove those thoughts to the back of his mind. “I feel like I should say thank you?” He quizzed out sweetly. “At least I’m not the worst.” All he could do was smile as he felt the arm drape of his shoulders. He allowed himself to be guided towards a sofa.

 “Of course you’d think I was here for a booty call, John.” It was an interesting idea. It was one he wasn’t opposed to since their meeting in the watchtower. “Depends, do I have to worry about a demon running in on us?” He teased lightly. 

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@richardxrider

[text: Richard]: I mean probably, but I’m not a man to wait around. ;)

[text: Richard]: There are multiple ways I think you could say thanks.

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perfectedthebadidea:

He barely stifled a yawn once the door had swung open, immediately offering a soft laugh in response to the other’s first comment. “Who knows, maybe I would be, but glad it’s not the case. You’d look far more frazzled if it was.” He leaves the door open, leaning against the frame as he looks the other over. “It’s too hot for clothes, and I was pretty peacefully sleeping love.It is… Wait, I don’t even know what the time is.” He wasn’t shy about his body, far from it, and it’s not like just anybody could get to his door anyway. He had some very specific set ups to avoid that entire situation. “Wanna come in? I might even be willing to put on some shorts for you.”

He cocked a brow and just stared at him. “Me frazzled?” He chuckled before nodding a bit more seriously. “Probably. Magic and I don’t mix very well.” It was hard not to stare at the handsome Englishman as he leaned against the frame. A small eye roll came about as he removed his jacket. “I’m in full leather. I’m always hot.” He replied cheekily. “Also, it’s like four in the morning? I think?” He draped the coat over his arm. “I’d love to.” He turned around as soon as he got through the door. “Oh don’t be going and getting all dressed on my account, magic boy.” He winked with a small laugh and laid his coat on the back of the nearest chair. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your neighbors already think I’m some sort of leather clad call-boy.” He teased.

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[text: random guy]: First off, hi, my name’s Duncan. Very nice dick you have there.

[text: random guy]: I think you may have the wrong number.

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[text: Gwayne] Umm, Gwayne..I don’t think this was meant for me.

[text: Gwayne] But looking good!

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Canary wasn’t one to just drop by unannounced, but he figured what the hell? He was out for patrol, and it seemed to be relatively quiet. So, what else was there to do, but drop in on an old friend. As he knocked on the door, he stood there waiting until he heard a voice. “Well, damn, and here I was thinking you would make an exception on my behalf.” The blond smirked as he adjusted the leather jacket before realizing the man was standing there in his boxers. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just on patrol, and thought I’d drop in.” He tilted his head and waved his hand. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but your underwear?”

@perfectedthebadidea

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[text: Jackson]: Umm, not sure this was meant for me?

[text: Jackson]: Do you want me to delete this? I feel like I should.

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🍆

[text: Constantine] Oh wow. That’s...wow.

[text: Constantine] Did you mean to send me that?

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chibbylatinandnerdy:

Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

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americanvalor:

the avengers and justice league had been allies, steve had met up with superman a few times to make sure they were all on the same page. although they had the same goals, the two rarely interacted and only helped when one had a foe too great for the other to defeat and needed back up. steve wanted to fix that and get the two teams to interact more, thus why he was in the watchtower.

reaching out, he had  offered some help to a few of the members who took him up on it and he returned to the watch tower to get familiar with it. coming into a room, he held his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat. “i’m captain america, leader of the avengers. i am an ally and i come in peace” he said as he stepped forward. “i was helping some of your teammates on a mission”

When the Justice League had become allies with the Avengers, Duncan wasn’t sure how to feel. He always had his reservations when it came to working with anyone new. Slowly, his feelings towards the others had changed. They had helped them a time or two, but there were certain members Canary was weary of still. He had known there was talk of one of them coming to help out the team, but he still wasn’t sure how to take it. Was this guy actually here to help? It had been part of the reason he stayed back from the team mission. He had to be sure they were okay, and arrive if anything were to go wrong.

Canary stood there in a stance ready to fight until he saw the man’s hands going up. “So, you’re the Avenger who went out with the team tonight?” He slowly moved a bit closer crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m Black Canary. Is everything alright? is the team okay?” Worry filled him for a moment as this was the first person he had seen back here.

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gwaynestacy:

The boy himself hadn’t been paying close attention to where he was either so as natural disaster would have it, the two collided and not comfortably either. The other seemed to be a rock that he just knocked into and he ended up losing footing to fall flat on his ass. Thankfully the sidewalk wasn’t crowded as it was later in the day but he still managed to knock a tray of food uneaten food on himself. Unable to help himself from smiling at the irony for it was the perfect way to end the shitty day he was having, he shook his head at the other’s question as he stood up, picked up the tray and whatever food he could manage before throwing it back onto the tray. He then wiped himself off as best he could but it wasn’t anything that would particularly stain so bright side? “No, I’m fine.” He answered with a shake of his head as he gave a sigh and started to walk past him. There was an obvious look, if one would look, of distress in his eyes.

As soon as he felt the younger man collide into him, he just stumbled just a bit. The guy had hit him like it was nothing. Lewis gave a small frown as he saw the guy and his food hit the ground. “Oh no..” He spat out softly as he began feeling a bit bad for what he had made the other do. Accident or not.  For a second, he got confused seeing him smile. All he could do was bend down and try to help. “I am so sorry.” The blonde was feeling so bad for this. Another confused look crossed his face as he saw him just gather his things and walk past. Something in him knew something wasn’t right. “Hey! Wait!” Canary called as he began jogging after him. 

After a moment, he caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder gently. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

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perfectedthebadidea:

Really, they should all go to Zain. Sure, he was willing to lend a hand when it was necessary, but it was starting to get ridiculous with how often he ended portaling back and forth between cities and countries and god, it was a miracle he wasn’t in some constant state of jet lag. He usually took his time when he was at least somewhere like the watchtower. It took his interest, seeing how these blokes operated, and added plenty to his own repetoire as he went. Plus, hey, sometimes they had a find on their hands and they didn’t even realise it.

He was relieved to see the smile that spread over the other’s lips upon realizing it was him and not some randomer come for a free show. He figured they’d probably end up laid on their back in the not fun way. Eyes briefly glancing the other over once more, following the cut of his hips, before accepting the invitation to head inside, tugging his trench coat off as he did. “Glad you like the appreciation, love. Would hate to go and insult you. And I mean, it’s not all that necessary but it still pays to be able to throw a punch. Or just run like hell, that typically works as well.” He usually worked his way out of situations with neither his magic nor fists. Gift of the gab, him. “What’s got you so worked up tonight?”

See, in Duncan’s world, he was all about one of two things. Shattering glass and metal, or sending a man to the ground so fast, he never knew what hit him. These days though it almost seemed as if he was being sidelined. Not many bad guys were out rampaging, and if they were, he never got a piece of the action. It was becoming the most frustrating thing. He spent every night out looking and watching. Ready to pounce and fight, but he was getting lucky if he got a miniscule robbery these days. That’s why he was sort of giving up on patrol and just punching it out. A part of him was hoping that whatever Constantine and the other’s found would lead to some grand battle, but knowing his luck? That was going to be a very big negative. 

As soon as he saw that it was Constantine lurking in the door way, he couldn’t help but smile. It was also nice knowing it was him and not some weird thing from whatever the hell they were working on conjuring up here. He watched the man entering carefully. It was always a bad habit of his on how close he watched someone, but this time he couldn’t tell if it was on accident, or if he was liking the site. “Awe, aren’t you just the sweetest?” The blonde shot out as he bent over grabbing his water bottle. “Do you want me to show you how to throw a punch, so they don’t mess up that pretty face of yours?” He took a quick drink of the water. “Or, would you like to keep running like hell?” A small laugh escaped his lips as he shrugged. “The fact that I haven’t been able to get any action when going out on patrol, so this poor bag over there has to take a beating for it.” He nodded still smiling. “What are you still doing around here? Not that I’m complaining. Just wondering.”

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This was the first day he had actually been out in the daylight. It had felt like an eternity had passed since the last time he had actually enjoyed a day out. Duncan was just hoping this was going to be an enjoyable day. Just give him that universe. Just one day. As he strolled down the streets, a pair of black aviator sunglasses covered his eyes, and his signature leather jacket and yellow shirt combo. There was no way in hell he was going to be strolling around looking his best, or looking like some biker reject. It was always a close call between the two. 

As he turned the corner to head to a cafe, a small smirk curled up on his lips as he nodded towards a couple people giving him looks. This wasn’t anything particularly unusual. Hell, anytime he was out in day looking like this, it seemed people just looked at him wondering what the hell? It took no time to see his destination in his sights, but something caught his eye. He couldn’t quite make out what he saw, but he just shook his head before accidentally knocking into someone. He stopped for a moment as he stumbled back for a moment. “I’m so sorry. I was....” His eyes darted up ahead. “I was lost in thought. Are you okay?”

@gwaynestacy

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dickxgraysonx:

Dick snorted when the other said that he had the decency of not showing him up. “Don’t you worry about that. That’s highly unlikely,” Dick said with a smirk as he looked at the other confiently. “Sounds good.” Dick got into his own fighting stance before rushing forward and trying to sweep the other man’s legs out from under him.

“Just remember you saying that when you’re knocked on your ass.” Duncan shot back smirking. It was hard not to get a bit competitive when it came to any kind of training. That’s what made it the most fun in his opinion. As he stood there in his stance, he cocked a brow watching him rush. With a quick jump, he back flipped out of the way with only a second to spare. “Close one.” He shot out as he landed. With that being said, the Canary rushed at him aiming a punch for his midsection.

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The blonde hero had hurried down the spiral staircase of the watchtower awaiting for something to go down. Duncan was already in his Canary cowl as he hurried over to monitors to see if anything had popped up. Why did it seem this night was going to be one of the long quiet ones? He shook his head as he sat down in the chair and rolled over to the keyboard. “Let’s see..” He mumbled to himself as he clicked through the big hot spots. The man’s eyes darted from screen to screen trying to find something. Anything. It was odd to say the least, but maybe it was one of those nights.

Just as he let out a big sigh and leaned his head back on the chair, he heard the sound of the doors opening. He stood from the seat and began looking around. It had to be someone who knew the location and entrance to the Bird’s lair. “Who’s there?” He called out looking around before hearing footsteps coming from behind him. There was no time to think, so he spun around quickly seeing the man. “Who are you, and how did you get in here?”

@americanvalor