#aigoliosproteg

[beware-the-owlman]

"Nice camouflage, for a minute there I didn't see you."

“Camoflage? I do not recall wearing any…,” he then turned behind him to face the large painting that hung in the Eyrie, an artistic interpretation of one of the darker scenes in Dante’s Inferno, which he had (unintentionally) blended into due to the shape of his head-wear and demeanor, “…hilarious, Talon. Absolutely hilarious…” he responded, in a tone that clearly conveyed the opposite emotion.

[blindbravvler-moved]

"It's like you have a death wish."

“I probably do.”

[mdnightr-blog]

                    aigoliosproteg -- continued.

MIDNIGHTER wasn’t exactly free of any bruises, bumps, and marks; he had an advantage in the form of a healing factor, however, and could feel injuries inside and out already knitting themselves together again. Rolling shoulders as he gave an exhale to the other man, the smirk tilting his lips up half-painted with blood from a particularly vicious broken nose, Midnighter put arms out at his sides.

          ❝ You can hardly hit me worth something on your best day,           what    makes   you   think   you’ll   manage   anything    so           IMPRESSIVE now? ❞

Gloved hands pulled his cowl off, Midnighter shoving the mask away into a pocket.

                              ❝ BESIDES. What’s wrong with a little innocent flattery? ❞ 

[phoenixowlsbane]

“You’re not going anywhere”

Send “You’re not going anywhere” for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their wrist.

Frowning, Jason looked down at the hand gripping tight at his wrist. He subtly shifted, testing his brother’s grip. Well, he certainly wasn’t going anywhere unless he planned on dragging Dick with him, or breaking a few of his fingers to get free. He let out a breath and looked at the older man, head cocked to on side.

“And why not?”

[phoenixowlsbane]

“Don’t call me that! That’s not who I am!”

Expression pained, Jason stepped back, watching Dick closely. He had never seen him like this, so torn up. 

“But it is,” he insisted slowly. “Dick, it doesn’t matter what Thomas did, you’re still my brother.”

[phoenixowlsbane]

“I want you to imagine a city. A city broken and crushed under our feet. Take that picture. Hold onto it. Go make it happen.”

Grimacing, Jason shifted a little uncomfortably. “What city?”

The image was far from appealing. He didn’t mind a bit of chaos from time to time, or even blowing up a few buildings for the hell of it. The death that came from the destruction gave him pause though. Still, the order was coming from his brother, so he wouldn’t dream of turning it down. 

[beware-the-owlman]

[ text ]: I just got mistaken for a porn star.

[ text ]: mistaken as in ‘you look like someone I know’ or mistaken like the time Thomas Wayne Jr was mistakenly suspected of being Gothams notorious Owlman?

[blackyellowandread]

aigoliosproteg

“-oh baby.” Was the breathy hum as fingers moved up her neck pulling her away from his. Grin spreading across his features he immediately pulled her into a kiss as his hands wrapped around her hair tugging hard in return.

“Bite me there again and I think we’ll be losing a few things tonight, sweetheart. Starting with your clothes.”

“You make so many promises.”

Barbara’s head was tugged to the left, away from the jugular. Certainly not where she wanted to be. So she shoved her own hands up, pushing against his hold to weasel her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Using the new grip Barbara pulled Richard to the right and pressed her teeth against the same spot. 

“But what’s one more.”

And she bites.