#bcywonder

[crimel0rd]

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Haunting. It always felt like Nightwing was laughing at him. Jason wanted to knock his teeth out. Hood strikes and aims to injure. To put out of commission. Every movement screamed lethality. Every line of his form begged to cause harm. He doesn't pull his punches. He misses Nightwing and slams his fist into the wall behind the acrobat. Crumbling the brick in sacrifice for the rapid splitting of his knuckles. If he wasn’t already muzzled he’d be looking to take a chunk from Nightwing’s shoulder with his teeth.

Nightwing was a liar. A traitor. He never liked Jason. HE HATED HIM. A lapdog for the Bat. He’d fall just like the king of this kingdom. He’s too close and moves too much for Hood to get a shot off and tucks his gun. He wanted to beat Nightwing with his hands anyway.

❝ 「 Stop RUNNING AWAY and fight me. 」 ❞ HOOD HISSED.

@bcywonder ⌖ 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒

[fatehunted]

incoming transmission ... :: from @bcywonder / dick grayson. "I'm not messing around, I'm doing important stuff." meme || accepting.

❝ 'Cause that sound reassuring, ❞ Artemis drawls in reply. The roll of her eyes is dramatic as she speaks, but she nonetheless pushes herself off the wall she had been leaning on to loom over his shoulder.

She shoves at his shoulder so that she can see what he's doing. ❝ Do you have to do that now? We really have to— What the hell is that? ❞

The switch from annoyed to shock is immediate. Really, she should know not to be surprised by anything Dick Grayson of all people brings to her attention. In fact, most of the time, it was better to have him lay out of all of the facts and then react to whatever situation later.

She balks. ❝ Do I want to know? ❞

[batcrested]

"What's the matter, big bird? Your age finally catching up?" The jib is light, harmless but there's no missing the slight smile Red Robin tosses over his shoulder at his elder brother. With a well placed kick to the gut, he sends the criminal flying against the dumpster and the pistol skittering across the pavement. "I got mine, how about you?"

@bcywonder // starter call!

[leagueraised]

" richard , i'm fine , " the boy insists with a roll of his eyes , trying to ignore the way his muscles ached with every step . his body was screaming at him to take a break , but he couldn't let himself ; he couldn't let his skills dull from lack of practice . " i'm tired , that's all . "

@bcywonder

[identitysolved-a]

@bcywonder  said:  cold,  sender  places  their  jacket  over  receiver's  shoulders.

tim  liked  to  believe  he  was  well  equipped  for  any  kind  of  winter  he  could  come  across  ,  both  considering  he  had  grown  up  his  gotham  his  whole  life  ,  and  the  amount  of  time's  his  parents  had  taken  him  to  different  ski  resorts  growing  up.  he  had  assumed  bludhaven's  winters  weren't  going  to  be  all  that  different  from  gotham's  ,  which  is  how  he  ended  up  standing  outside  dick's  job  shivering  his  little  butt  off  in  an  absolutely  too  thin  jacket.  there  was  a  part  of  him  that  knew  he  very  easily  could  just  wait  for  the  other  inside  ,  but  he  didn't  want  any  of  his  coworkers  hounding  him  ,  so  suffering  it  was.

he  was  so  focused  on  keeping  himself  warm  that  he  didn't  even  notice  the  other  approaching  him  before  something  with  a  substantial  amount  of  weight  was  draped  over  his  shoulders.  attention  snapped  upwards  to  find  dick  smirking  down  at  him  ,  noticeably  without  a  jacket  ,  which  tim  quickly  identified  was  what  was  draped  over  him. 

“aren't  you  going  to  be  cold  ?  ” 

prompt  (  accepting  ) 

[hoodedmenace]

‘ do you want something for the pain? ’

"A sword to the neck."

Jason still hasn't climbed out of his suit, can't quite get there right now with the way he's sprawled on the floor, ice pack over one side of his face and head. He'd managed to get the gauntlets off, the knuckles, both still crusted with blood, but still in way better shape than the gash across his front, messily patched up in the field.

He didn't win.

He got away.

Barely.

"He called himself Deathstroke," he finally says, after the silence gets too thick, too weird. Above him, through his good eye, the ceiling spins. "Said he was looking for you."

[vigilanthe]

@bcywonder // starter call

He feels like he's been run over a couple of times. His body aches and burns as he pushes himself back onto his feet. Nothing is broken but he can feel bruises blossoming as he attempts to orient himself. Much to his surprise he figures out where he is, but only because he spots a diner that he and Dick used to get brunch at when Dick was just a boy. The diner went of business years ago... How is it here?

His confusion only builds as he spots other irregularities such as a few street names being wrong, businesses he's never heard of, and photos of the Justice League show that some of his close friends look far different than what he's used to. Most shocking still is the picture of the man who is supposed to be him. The picture shows a tall, blue eyed man who is without a doubt white. He must be in a different universe. The how or why of his universal travel escapes him, ever attempt to remember only sending sharp pain through his skull. He doesn't have answers know but he knows where to look.

He decides to break into one of this universe's Batman's safe houses. Until he knows more he would rather not have to endure getting interrogated by an alternate version of himself or his family. He's just about done breaking into the safehouse when he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Someone is watchin him... Someone quiet and sneaky. He has a few guesses as to who it could be. Head turns as he scans his surrounding, curious to see which bat found him so soon.

[wyhlds]

i don't have anyone. ( for lois! )

" you know as well as i do that that's a load of bullshit, " lois says, holds the door open a little wider so dick can squeeze by. because... even if it doesn't feel like it in the moment, there's a reason that dick showed up here of all of the places he could've gone, and it's because they love him, here. and, at least, clark loves dick like he'd love his (and her— their, hopefully) hypothetical children. and, lois... well, lois would drop everything, has dropped everything, because dick grayson needed a person — and she's not clark kent (no one is), but she likes to think that maybe, sometimes, she can be that person for him.

" come on — clark's not here for the next few days, but he left lasagna, with martha's secret tomato sauce recipe. " a lot of lasagna. lois gets a hand over dick's shoulder, steers him gently towards the kitchen. " you wanna go make up the spare room, while i heat dinner up ? "