#(oddlysentimental. asks)

[sonicanary]

✉️

✉️ : Bruce 

I know you don’t wanna hear about what happened anymore. But for what it’s worth,  it was actually a nice week-end for me. 

a text that wasn’t sent.  accepting.  @oddlysentimental​​

[sonicanary]

😘😘😘

__________   “ So, three days uh ?  You really think you can handle me that long ? ”     Though, the ask should probably be questioned to the blonde instead. Batman, easy ? Good luck, Di !

meme me.  @oddlysentimental

[sonicanary]

💐🌷🌹🌺🌻🌼🌸🌞😘♥️

i don’t know what that means, but it’s certainly screaming love && positivity. <3 ilu bb

[sonicanary]

college

          It was… bad. Like really really bad. Everything sucked. Literally. Was it the worst day of her life ? Probably yes. && you know why ? Greg broke up with her. No, no, he didn’t, he actually did worse. He divorced her. Another mistake to pile up on the endless list of Dinah’s faults. Her mother would agree if she wasn’t so absorbed about herself. If she just tried for once to open her eyes && see the beautiful && really hard working daughter she raised. 

Whatever he was an ass anyway. Last time she had to save his ass in a bar fight when she had been the one being into troubles. See ? Nothing to regret. 

&& though, she wasn’t sure it was the way she was feeling right now. Especially when she had some papers to do && she was fighting with a printer.      “Oh c’mon, not today.”      Dinah groaned, obviously annoyed when she glanced over her shoulder && noticed a brunette man trying to hide behind his coffee. 

She sighed, before turning back to the engine, gave a few taps on top until... it made a weird noise && smoke started to escape from it.      “Oh my God, oh my God !”      Quickly she twirled around, crossed the distance between the stranger && herself, && stole his cup to throw it on burning printer.      “Please, don’t say anything. To anyone.” 

18. You’re the only other person in the room when I break the printer and I’m panicking

College-verse starter.  accepting.  @oddlysentimental

[sonicanary]

“ you should go. ”

          “I’m not leaving you here Bruce !”      It was unthinkable. How many times did he save her from tricky situations - not to say deadly ones here. How many times did they save each other’s asses ? How many times… so many times she couldn’t even remember exactly. But it was a duo that worked over a decade now. On && off for personal reasons, but always on the same page. 

Gritted teeth, jawline tight, she kneeled down by the batman’s  side, her hands carefully removing the tiny leaving part of his cowl. His face wasn’t brown anymore, it was bloody, dripping along his features && though… his orbs moved in her direction as she approached him. No tears though, no fear in him. But again, many on the bird’s one, deformed by the pain… when he was the one suffering. For the first time in her life, she thought of the possibility of Bruce dying. Right there, with her, just before her eyes. 

          Unthinkable. 

Shaky hands went to rummage in her leather pockets only to drop a phone in the haste. ( fuck ! ). Fingerprints rush to type Oracle’s number… they need help. “C’mon Babs… pick up that damn phone…”    

Meanwhile her free hand is caressing his jawline, repressing another flow of upcoming tears.      “You’re gonna make it, I swear.”      She’s not sure anymore if he’s with her, but she has an idea. Leaving her phone away since her friend doesn’t seem to be around, she body-searched for anything that could look like a certain phone, or a gadget - bat phone?.      “Gotcha !”     She pressed the red button without thinking, Alfred’s number appears, && her pale face brightens up suddenly with excitation && relief.      “He’s on his way…” 

angst ??? angst.  accepting.  @oddlysentimental