#badluckcharmjinx

[nightdork]

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#28 : Hips 

He’s not sure how he wound up in this situation — well actually he is but he’s still trying to believe it. If you had said a couple months ago that he and Jinx were going to be making out in his apartment he would have laughed at you. Now, it seems less funny, because here they are, smack in the middle of his apartment. She’s dressed in his clothes which he can’t really say are all that big on her because she’s not really very much shorter than he is (if at all), but they’re loose and baggy and drape over her in a way that he’d almost call cute; if it weren’t for those piercing pink eyes watching him as if she were getting ready to pounce on him if he so much as stepped a toe out of line. Cute didn’t seem to be the correct adjective to put there, but 'sultry' definitely fit the bill. Though, it wouldn’t be very hard for her to hurt him if she wanted - with him being on his knees in front of her in a state of little dress - a pair of sweats is all he sports at the moment. 

His fingers gently peel back the hem of his Robin shirt (which he had received from Wally last Christmas) from her pale skin gently, sneaking a glance up at her through his thick lashes. She doesn’t seem like she’s going to attack him yet (well it’d be a shame they they’d come this far and now is the time she decides to hex him), so he keeps going, warm calloused thumbs running over the bone of her hips. He admires how his hands fit so perfectly around them, how they match up perfectly to the curve of her waist. The raven haired boy leans in closer, hot breath breezing lightly over the flat of her stomach as his lips graze over her skin. One of his arms snakes loosely around her thin waist and his fingers trace over her spine delicately in light, feathery touches. 

[nightdork]

♥ ♣ ☾ ☁ ✓

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? 

Love is tricky to Dick. I don’t think that Dick even knows what love means to him. Due to what society says love should be, he’s not had that since his parents died, really. But, on the other hand, Dick does know that Bruce and Alfred love him. And he has love for his friends, and he would definitely say that he loves Babs, and Kori (this is not my muse specific because he’s not really interacted with a Babs or a Kori, but this is where I draw my muse from so it’s important) but as to what that means to him, I believe that he spends  most of his life trying to figure that out. 

I think when he meets Jason he starts to understand, and then Tim and Damian prove to him what an inkling of love feels like, because he cared for both of those boys with his life. To say ‘Love is to put their needs before his’ is really an understatement for Dick at times. He’d die for those that he loves; really loves, so it’s hard for him to actually tell someone that he loves them because of the implications that go along with it. 

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

He’s usually not one to get embarrassed, but he finds people calling him out on things very embarrassing. Bruce always used to do that to him when he was younger (for improvement, of course but we all know how difficult and blunt Bruce can be) so it is kind of a sore spot for him. When someone does it to him it makes him feel like a helpless kid again. 

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?

Nightmares, yes. Plenty. All the time.  (Also something he finds embarrassing). 

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

On patrol he doesn’t really care all that much - it’s a matter of calculating how he’s going to land ect ect. How it inhibits his attacks or gives him advantage. However, if he’s in civvies he is more likely to stay inside or get somewhere dry (unless he’s with KF in which they mess around and be stupid together because those dweebs). 

✓ - How do they react to praise?

Dick gets more graceful about accepting praise as he gets older, but he never really ever gets accustomed to it. He is usually really surprised when someone gives him any praise whatsoever, because Bruce did not really give him much praise. That said, when he does get praise he considers it a very special thing, with it being so rare. 

[nightdork]

Robin x Jinx :D

Name: I am really bad with names so this would take me like two days to come up with so just pick a name you like and think fits ok ahahha. 

Gender: Probably female — we’ll go with Female. 

General Appearance: I feel like she’d get Dick’s hair and Jinx’s eyes — she'd probably be lithe and thin like both her parents, and a creamy mixture of Dick's Romanian complexion and Jinx's fair one. The girl would probably be short, and have all the charm she needed at her disposal.

Personality: Their daughter is snarky as hell and she gets it from the both of them. She's as clever as she is sweet, but knows how to have a firm hand and a dangerous taste for adventure. This leads her to getting into trouble a lot I imagine - and whether both the parents would disapprove is really questionable. 

Special Talents: It'd all depend on if she inherited Jinx's magic. That's up for flips. As for regular talents I bet she has the most infuriating one of slipping away unnoticed, because she'd have learned from watching both her parents over the years. And I imagine she'd be a pretty talented gymnast with the father she has to look at.  

Who they like better: Depends on the mood I s'pose. 

Who they take after more: Probably Jinx-- I mean not in the way that she doesn't take after Dick at all but just in the way that she'd totally have Dick wrapped around her finger because that's his baby girl. 

Personal Headcanon: I feel like she'd be the one that stopped most of the bickering in the household to be honest -- with the two clashing attitudes of her parents she'd just worm her way in and do something cute and they'd both just be like 'aw my baby is adorable' and the arguing would fizzle. Of course once she got older that'd change - she'd probably slink off to her room or probably to escape off the roof. I don't know. Whatever happens. 

[nightdork]

| Closed RP | Caged Bird |

Robin has never been so terrified in his life. Yes, that even counts the time he'd watched his parent fall to their deaths. That had been horrific,  but there is a very fine line between horror and terror and he is definitely leaning more toward terror. Terror is when you're not watching from the sidelines. Terror is when you know it's happening to you. 

The last thing he remembers is trying to take down the Joker causing a scene over the East End bridge -- it had been a gunrun of some kind, but of course the Joker had some sort of shenanigans going on beneath the whole ruse of  the gunrunners -- the criminal had never been one for simple schemes. He can't quite put his finger on what it had been now - his mind is so foggy he can't think past the skin crawling noise of the Joker's giggle. He definitely doesn't know how he wound up here.

He groans - where is here? His mind is foggy -- along with his eyes. He struggles - realizing that he is restrained and that his head is pounding - whether that be from exhaustion, dehydration, hunger, or injury he does not know. Who had taken him out again? He's not sure. All he knows is that he's in pain from some sort of injury and he's got thick leather straps every five inches or so down his body -- keeping him as flat as possible against this table. 

Metal cuffs attached to the table keep his wrists and ankles in check, and as far as he could feel his utility belt had been confiscated. He is, for all intents and purposes, screwed. He's certainly not used to being a caged bird. 

For now, at least, they have spared him his mask. 

He surveys the room - small and dark, with one light fixture. It's dirty, but it looks like a cell really -- somewhere in the slums. There's tons of water damage in here and he's pretty sure his lungs are going to have a panic attack from all the mold exposure he's bound to be getting right now. If he somehow had touched the floor he imagines that it will be slimy - from the water and dirt and disease concoction that is festering down there.

For now - he can just tell that there's one exit -- and it's the barred door with rungs too close together to slip through - even if he couldn't even try strapped to this table. The Boy Wonder groans halfway from pain and halfway from irritation. He is doing his best not to worry. There is no Batman this time. It's all on him. He can fix this. Yeah, nothing too scary about being strapped to a table because of a psychopath...not at all. 

What kind of shit did he get himself into now? 

[rocknrollerterra]

im sleepy!

send me “i’m sleepy” and my muse will react to your muse coming into their room in the middle of the night.

Terra shifted as she felt movement on her bed. She’d gone to bed early, not feeling the best emotionally, and had told Jinx that she could stay as long as she wanted. Little did she know that the pinkette had waited for the blonde to fall asleep before joining her in the king-sized bed. As the geokinetic turned to see what had caused the disturbance in her sleep, she smiled upon recognizing the pink hair laying on the pillow next to her. With a happy sigh, she wrapped her arm around her bed companion and snuggled up against the sleeping hexer, her breath coming out in soft, rhythmic motions.

"Nighty night, Rose…"

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"I love you…"

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badluckcharmjinx replied to your post:I heard that it is possible for you

Can confirm the unicorn.

Right, and it's very cuddleable too! Riiight? Huh?

[rocknrollerterra]

"Your neck's really sensitive..." [ sorry my tags are broken ! ]

Terra squeaked, surprised at the sudden touch as her face turned rose-red. It wasn’t uncomfortable really, it actually felt really nice, but it was out of the blue and caught the blonde off guard.

"R-Rose! W-What the h-hell was that for?"

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Smooth Ter, turned into a stammering moron over her brushing her finger along your neck…

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[nightdork]

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Dick is in his civvies - at least, as much he ever really gets into civvies, which amounts to a pair of jeans and not much else. Of course, most days when it's raining he tends to stay inside his apartment, but today there is a very familiar face that he sees while peeking out his window. 

At first, he's not sure what to do. How did she find him? Does she know who he is, then? He's not sure how this is even happening. The kid is always excruciatingly careful not to let ANYTHING slip, and yet here he is, looking between his blinds staring at a girl with very noticeably pink hair and a rather unpleasant expression on her face. Whether it's because something happened or because she's glowering about being soaked to the bone he's not sure. 

The boy pads over to the door anyway, undoing the lock. Slowly, he opens the door and pokes his head out - not enough for her to pass through but enough for her to get a glimpse of bright cerulean pools beneath a rim of thick dark lashes. He seems very disheveled because he is damn tired and there's a girl standing there that may or may not attempt kill him because somehow she knows who he is and where he lives. Great. 

"...Can I help you?"