#arobinwithoutbatman

[jp-todd-rp]

"Y'know, it will never cease to amaze me just how many layers you have, Hood." Stray is up in the rafters... again. Lounging there like the comfortable cat he is, one leg gently swinging with his hands behind his head to cushion it. "Have you ever thought of doing audiobooks? I can think of an entire audience demographic that would be utterly nuts for your voice alone. Especially if you go the erotica route." @arobinwithoutbatman ((The menace attempting to flirt.))

unprompted starters | always accepting (@arobinwithoutbatman)

And that was -

Jason cleared his throat as he pretended, pointedly, to not choke on his cigarette.

Ever since crossing paths, Stray - or, Tim Drake, and who would have believed it when Jason found out that they had been actual neighbors at one point in their lives - seemed to be endlessly fascinated by him, using the carefully placed lines the Red Hood had put down as a fucking jump rope.

And getting away with it.

Because Jason, despite his best efforts, found himself being equally fascinated in return.

''An entire audience?'' he quipped back, ''Or is it something you'd be interested in?''

[spoilxr]

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves @arobinwithoutbatman

@arobinwithoutbatman | Subtle NSFW Starters

Stephanie hadn't been expecting company. Tim was away on a business trip, so their shared flat felt relatively empty. She’d gotten used to his presence—which was the root of her current problem. Without Tim, sleep eluded her. She’d tossed and turned for an hour now, unable to get comfortable or relax enough to even doze off for a few minutes.

Stephanie huffs in frustration, tossing the blanket off of herself. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She fumbles blindly in the drawer of her nightstand until her fingers brush up against the silicon toy she’d been after.

Bingo.

Sometimes, simple was best. The little purple vibrator wasn't anything special, but it got the job done. Hopefully, this would help her relax enough to sleep.

Stephanie flops back down onto the bed without any ceremony. She doesn't bother with any fancy build-up. The most indulgence she allows herself is tracing around herself through her underwear with the toy. She doesn't turn it on. Not yet.

[lazaruspitreborn]

Jason "not a soap opera buff who dragged his siblings into it" Todd

Courtesy of my gameplay with @arobinwithoutbatman

[gothamsjestersiren]

[Text to: Harley] feeling reckless and stupid wanna join me? @arobinwithoutbatman

@arobinwithoutbatman

[text] absolutely

[text] I was just thinking about ruining some private property

[text] but I’m guessing you have something less illegal in mind.

[normaltothemax]

@arobinwithoutbatman & @dramatisperscnae

Something’s wrong. There are eyes, eyes watching them from the shadows. Watching and waiting and following. They make her skin prickle with unease, her own gaze darting around, searching for the source, for the slightest movement. There’s a hand on her shoulder, a voice next to her saying concern, asking what’s wrong? She shrugs the hand off, takes a few steps forward, eyes narrowing at shadow that seems a bit too dark.

Figures in black swarm them. The League. Her father’s men. She’s terrified and furious and fights like a wild thing because no, she will not go back! They’re good, but she is best. They have numbers on their side, though, and it’s enough to keep her busy, to keep her distracted.

Enough that she doesn’t notice the dart flying through the air until it’s sticking out of her neck.

She yanks it out, and the half-second she spends staring at it in shock gives one of her father’s men time to deliver a harsh kick to her chest, knocking the air out of her lungs as she crashes to the ground. She’s back on her feet in an instant, even though she can’t breathe quite right, yet. Her head is getting fuzzy, the world around her swimming—she tries to shake the feeling away—but she leaps back into the fight anyways, because she won’t go back.

She won’t.

[wafflesandbuttkicking]

@arobinwithoutbatman asked: That's very clearly Robin looking at her very awkwardly, mozarella stick halfway to his mouth but he's in the wrong colours. Black, green and silver instead of red, green and yellow. "I swear, I keep meeting alternates when I'm trying to eat, this is getting ridiculous. Uh hi, I'm Robin, not your Robin but a Robin from elsewhere."

Steph froze, ice cream cone halfway to her mouth.

"Uhhh," she said, staring at the boy who appeared next to her on the rooftop. Dick as Batman and Damian as Robin were off taking a different patrol route while she, as the current Batgirl, was scarfing down an ice cream cone alone- well, not so alone now- on the roof of the Boba Shop on the corner of 12th Street.

"Yeah, my Robin is generally more, uh, stabby." She bit a piece of the cone off and chewed thoughtfully. "Tim?" she guessed.

[1mpulsee]

Nothing unusual about another Young Justice hangout weekend other than miraculously managing to catch some free time in Cissie, Anita and even Secret's hectic schedules. The usual junk food and games like they're teenagers again. They were all feeling nostalgic so threw on How To Train Your Dragon 2, Tim pulling Bart up to dance (badly) and when the song ends and Bart turns around? Tim is on one knee, ring box open and smiling nervously. Someone paused the movie... seems everyone was in on it. "I promised I would once things settled, I'm a man of my word and I couldn't think of a better way to ask than surrounded by the people who we've trusted our lives to and have seen us at our worst and most obnoxious and still love us and take great joy in pulling our heads out of our asses. So, I'm asking surrounded by our clsoest friends, in the building we fell in love in... may I have the honor or marrying you?" @arobinwithoutbatman

gold eyes stare dumbly at Tim . they dark from him, to the ring, to the smug little faces of their friends getting in on the scheme . his hands inch up to cover his mouth and eyes well up . probably for the first time in his life, he’s speechless and his thoughts have come to a standstill .

he’s been staring too long . Bart sniffles, trying to shake off the shock . he and Tim had almost basically planned this together, agreeing they WOULD get married one day, rambled about everything they wanted . after everything they went through together, it was almost torment to wait . and now that it was here, it was … surreal . in the best way .

❝ yes, ❞ he says quickly, taking the ring and hugging Tim crushingly tight as soon as he can . ❝ yes, of course, oh my god, yes !! ❞

he grabs Tim’s face to give him a long kiss, then giggles . ❝ about time . ❞

[clawsextended]

"Was wondering when you'd pop up again, Selina." Robin grins from his little rooftop perch, water bottle in his hand. Seems he's on a short break. @arobinwithoutbatman

“well, birdie, i don’t have anywhere else to go.”

she grins as she’s noticed, flipping down from a billboard’s edge to land perched, a glowing grin cheshire and enormous. there’s nothing but sheer, unmitigated delight at the sight of tim. she’s happy to see him and it’s written all over her face.

“this is as home as anywhere gets. you know how we gothamites are.”

she winks, retrieving from her utility belt a small package of goldfish crackers. and one for herself.

“goldfish? they’re pretzel.”