#circusblud

[helraising-archived]

✞‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ·‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @circusblud ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ / ‎ &. ‎ /‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ ‎ now that's what i call backup. ‎ ❞

while‎ ‎ casually‎ ‎ spinning‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎blue‎ ‎ ecrima‎ ‎ stick‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ gloved‎ ‎ hand,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎the‎ ‎ markswoman‎ ‎ arches‎ ‎ an‎ ‎ eyebrow‎ ‎ at‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ remark‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ his.

‎“grayson, ‎ you‎ ‎ would’ve‎ ‎ died‎ ‎ without‎ ‎ me,”‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎with ‎ an ‎ apathetic ‎ ugh, ‎ the‎ ‎ stick‎ ‎ is‎ ‎ flung‎ ‎ squarely‎ ‎ at‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ wall‎ ‎ right‎ ‎ next‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ where‎ ‎ nightwing ‎‎ ‎is,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎hitting‎ ‎ bullseye‎‎ ‎ with‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ resonant ‎ THUNK‎‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ leaving‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ penny-shaped‎ ‎ crevasse‎ ‎ behind‎ ‎ on‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ drywall.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ “thank‎ ‎ your‎ ‎ stars‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ i‎ ‎ felt‎ ‎ like‎ ‎ letting‎ ‎ your‎ ‎ sacrificial-lamb-wannabe ‎ ass‎‎ ‎ live‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ see‎ ‎ another‎ ‎ day.”

[morcgo]

-⠀   ݁   ⠀.   .   ACTION   STARTED   ( @circusblud )

CRUSADE   FORGED   INTO   BRUTAL   ORDEAL,   gotham's   veins   fed   upon   sinners   &   saints   alike,   grinding   flesh   against   concrete   until   virtue   and   depravity   became   indistinguishable   beneath   bruised   ruin.   there,   acid's   cruel   baptism   transfigured   white   knight   into   rampant   gunman,   rendered   deaf   by   vengeance   and   blinded   by   coin's   decree.   duality   marked   his   gang;   monochrome   silhouettes   dividing   colors   in   the   middle   prowled   between   gambling   machines,   drifting   through   neon's   sickly   glow   with   duffel   bags   at   their   sides,   and   M16s   on   their   grip.   he's   there,   too.

lights   flickered.   suprise   murmured.   crack   of   bones   echoed,   a   symphony   that   only   stopped   when   backup   generator   illuminated   the   scene,   revealing   four   criminals   unconscious   .   .   .   and   mantled   wrath   standing   in   the   center.   chaos   ensued,   guns   pointed   but   not   fired,   jammed   by   gadget   interference.   gloved   hand   grabbed   its   end,   yanked   forward,   momentum   drove   robber   with   it   as   boot   rose   against   his   chin.   body   swirled,   launching   trinity   of   batarangs   in   opposite   direction.   eyes   scanned   the   room   for   two-face's   presence,   finding   no   trace.   yet,   azure   sheen   captures   his   attention.   no,   not   tonight,   not   when   story   between   pupil   'n   lost   friend   was   specked   in   crimson.   ❛   nightwing.   i   didn't   call   for   backup. ❜

[wasdiamond]

CURIOUS IS SHE, a fact that should be evident in the way the gem can not seem to stop staring at @circusblud. “ my stars, that's some get up you're wearing! it's my understanding that humans choose how their forms present. is that correct? i think you chose well, if that is truly the case! ” / sc.

[dlunae]

OLYMPIA PHOTO STUDIO THANKS YOU FOR YOUR PREFERENCE, MR. @circusblud ! I thought you… I saw you get shot.

YOUR HEART SKIPS A BEAT AT WORDS LIKE THAT, INCOMING NOSTALGIA WITHOUT ANY FOUNDNESS ATTACHED. A chilli late evening alike others, survailling the neighbourhoods how they used to when younger and practicing new stuns across Gotham City for their own enjoyment; no longer the dark knight's streets this time aorund, but at his own domain in Blüdhaven and throughout its shine bright skyline. They were supposed to be catching up, watching some movies or binge-watching some old TV show as background noise while they dove into snacks and whatever they had bought for their monthly bonding night 𝄖 duty calls, often unforgiving, and she figure out it wouldn't hurt if Troia gave Nightwing a hand, right?

Well, wrong.

It all went as it usually goes. Bad guys are idiots, they underestimate you, they think they'll simply get away ... and they never count on super powers of some sort, hence hers. The tug made the mistake, upon the vigilantes view, of raising his gun towards her before she disarmed him quickly, and Donna swore she saw her friend shortcircuit. The entire road to his apartament had been silent, with her constant watch over his antics and fidgeting with his fingers. Anxiety, burning form the inside and out.

❝ Dick. ❞ Her voice whispers softly, approaching his frame near the window, staring at the nightlife outside. Silent and still, both traits unlike him. Her hand gently reach his face, lips parting. ❝ Talk to me, boy wonder. I want to unders... ❞ His voice cut her short, palms falling upon his chest while her mind realized what this behavior was about. DEAD, DONNA TROY WAS DEAD. Echoes the thought, screaming all the red lights together in a bittersweet symphony. ❝ Dick. I'm here, I'm not gonna go anywhere 𝄖 You do know that, don't you? ❞ Reassuring couldn't erase the pain nor the memories from a traumatic event, nor could she understand what those days were like, since everything about her near two years of mind control were nothing a blur. ❝ Except back home to Roy and the kids, just talk to me okay? I love you, I'm alright. ❞

[helraising-archived]

never change, dick and helena being shitty exes turned frenemies who are constantly tom and cat with each other, never change

[alcrescendo]

she hasn't been purposefully avoiding him. at least, she won't admit to that. after all, it would be unseemly for a knight to avoid the royalty in her care. but with her and richard, things are so much more complicated given their history.

she should've known she'd find him at the stables. however, duty calls, and so she does her best not to make her presence known as she makes her way to her horse, whispering sweet words as she pets the stallion's head. she knows, unfortunately, that it's inevitable that with the two of them in such close quarters, they're going to have to talk to each other eventually.

eventually, she turns her head to look at him, the sunlight flooding into the stable bathing him in light in a way that made her want to throw something. it wasn't fair that after all this time, he still made her heart race like crazy. " i do hope you've kept up with your training, " she says as she looks back to her horse, finally breaking the silence between them. the first words she's spoken to him since before he left after his engagement. " welcome back, your highness. "

@circusblud

[neonwebs]

@circusblud // “That looks broken.”

angsty injury things … sentence starters || ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ!

"What a lousy night." First, I get my arm and ribs crushed, and now I'm gonna die in New Jersey with people who like to point out the obvious. "Is it too much to hope you're some sort of doctor who knows how to fix everything? I'm not usually so lucky." It all just feels more proven with how sharp the pain is, shooting up my side. If I didn't know better for sure, I'd think I was having a heart attack. "This isn't anything like how I thought my day would end. I can see I was being optimistic."

[helraising-archived]

now that's what i call backup.

answered! <3