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[rescue-49]

A Flexible Fiery State of Mind

Sunrise over New York City. 

It was undoubtedly one of the top reasons she had to admit the sheer amount of time, money and effort into the Tower. This was a labor of love that went into this building that was entirely made up of the bubbling love Tony had for Pepper, the love Tony had for his team, the love Pepper had for Tony and the love they shared for Stark Industries. Squarely situated above Grand Central Station it was very situated where Pepper had assessed would be a perfect city perch for themselves to call work and home. It had evolved into something more than a Piere De term over the year and it was one of their main residences. Pepper enjoyed it for the unhealthy work-life balance wit helped fuel. But also she could enjoy lovely mornings like this stretch and trying to wake up.

Waking up was one of the key things she used Yoga for to loosen her body up for when it would inevitably clench back up after a long day’s work a few floors down. The hologram AI yoga instructor provided her all the convince of a personal yoga instructor and all the flexibility of a computer and by far one of the most useful useless inventions that Tony had whipped up for her over the years. Quietly the hologram switched positions as Pepper flexed on her mat side by side Bruce Banner, her most consistent classmate over the years for her sunrise yoga time. 

“I think I missed this the most,” Pepper breaks the silence as she bends backwards into a downward dog position. 

[brkholtz-blog]

when are you going to land?

@bw-dcrknight​

Nothing about the modern sophistication of the newest Wayne Tower suggests it might be cozy, but on the best of days, that’s what it is for her. Comfortable. Safe. Tess feels more at ease in Bruce’s office than she ever did in Fury’s—though that comparison may be a bit unfair, considering that the last time Wayne well and truly intimidated her was years ago, with the aid of a voice changer and a hell of a lot of extra bulk. (There will never come a time the thought of earning Fury’s ire doesn’t send a little chill rippling through her.)

Today, Bruce’s office isn’t comfortable—it’s empty. He’s late. Not enough to jeopardize an 8 o’clock if he had one, or anything at all, really, but late for him. He’s not scheduled to jet off to any meetings at the start of the day, but that might be more to her benefit than his; it means that when Bruce finally drags himself in, spine ramrod straight, body radiating the taut, subtle kind of pain she’s learned to recognize (and ignore to the best of her ability in herself), Tess lasts all of ten seconds before she’s following him inside his office. 

This is either gonna be a shitty conversation, or a useless one. Tess shuts the door behind herself gently and goes for it anyway.  “You look like you got mugged by Superman,” she says quietly, and okay, it’s not that bad, but the way it feels—that’s something else entirely.

[eggplantbrown]

Whose Bat Is It Anyway? || Batman/Batgirl

Someone hacked into Oracle’s system. Barbara’s mainframe! They nearly got all the way through! She was out on a routine patrol like something hadn’t just gone horribly wrong and despite all of her protests that they should be actively hunting down whatever nutjob was behind it instead of going about business as usual.

But, as usual, nobody listened to Stephanie, and here she was swinging around downtown and looking for trouble. She perched on a rooftop for a snack break, leaning cozily up next to a gargoyle that was giving her apple slices the stink eye. To eat, she had to lift her mask up over her face and got a pleasant breeze over the sweaty skin for her trouble. Cass’ Batgirl costume was really only made to fight crime. There weren’t many extra compartments, her mask covered her whole face, and because Cass was such a badass there really wasn’t as much protective Kevlar as she would like. She had made one modification so far – making a little slot for her hair to spill out of in the back. Cass had a lot less hair to mush into a gimp mask than her, and it got real hot real fast under there.

Barbara had told her a costume of her own would be ready soon, obviously delayed by the whole shadow hacker thing. She would be glad when it was ready, though. Not that she didn’t love Cass’ look – it was certainly menacing and full of awe-inspiring Batness – but it wasn’t exactly her style. Not a single stitch of purple, ya know?

Just as she was ready to move in on her Goldfish, two cars sped past her on the street below, with the sound of sirens not far behind. Street racers, maybe? Or a chase between two lowlifes? Batgirl stood up, fixing her mask back down and tossing her hair back. It didn’t matter who was in those cars, just that they were definitely breaking some laws and probably one wrong turn from killing somebody, and she had to stop them.

She radioed in her pursuit to Oracle and leapt into action. Literally, she took a running leap off the building, only shooting out her grapple line at the last second to catch her and send her swinging with enough forward momentum to do it all over again.

There was no way she was catching these guys by just following them, so she veered off at a corner, taking a few blocks to the right to head them off at the next intersection. It was all going according to plan as they came into her sight line just as she swung into the perfect position. She released the grapple switch, letting her downswing propel her through the rest of the arc she needed to land her right on the hood of the second car.

Much to the surprise of the driver she was sure.

As Batgirl pulled a sharp batarang out of her belt, blonde hair whipping in the wind as she fought to stay steady on the car, it was much to her own surprise that a third car joined in on the chase.

The dark, menacing silhouette of the Batmobile, no less.

If her eyes had been visible in this mask, the Batman she couldn’t see behind the tinted glass would have been able to see them go wide as saucers. Her stomach dropped and it wasn’t because of the sharp turning of the guy trying to throw her off his car.