firstbatbaby replied to your post:Yeah, because taking a private OOC situation and...
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// Thank you darling *snuggles* TBQH; stupid dramatic bullshit like this is why I haven't been around.
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firstbatbaby replied to your post:Yeah, because taking a private OOC situation and...
[I’m sorry :/ *hugs*]
// Thank you darling *snuggles* TBQH; stupid dramatic bullshit like this is why I haven't been around.
"The blonde in a dark green trench coat approached him. "Detective Grayson? Hi, my name's Gwen Stacy, New York Police Department. I'm here about a case of mine, one rather similar to yours."
"Hey, be more careful next time, okay?"
Send me “Be more careful next time,” and my character will react to your character saving them from a sticky situation.
"Oh well, okay." Gwen nodded her head.
Congrats you two!
"There is a purple stick on the sink!" Dick yelled from the bathroom, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth as he pointed to the object. His voice became slightly panicked as he yelled again. "Why is there a purple stick on the sink?!"
Aw hell.
Barbara abandoned her task of making coffee to jog into the bathroom, only half dressed herself in a pair of his boxers and one of her tanktops. Skidding to a halt in the door way, she bit into her bottom lip. "Um." She tried.
"I think you know why."
firstbatbaby replied to your post:YJ if not Barbara
I could see you as a less enthusiastic Cassie to be honest
/// Really? I've never even thought about playing her.
YJ if not Barbara
Aw snap. I've actually played YJ/TT Dick Grayson before, but uh, I suck. Diana or Wally? I dunno. Comic!Wally will always be my favorite.
[first child meme] Dick cradled her head against his chest, letting Barbara cry into the fabric of his shirt, soaking it with held-in tears and silent, shaking sobs. His face remained stoic through the while. It wasn't his time to grieve yet. Now it was Barbara's turn and he'd be there for her all the way. "I'm so sorry," he murmured against her hair, closing his eyes and letting one tear slip down his cheek, having to squeeze them tighter to keep any others from escaping.
She only clutched at him tighter, unable to utter any words. Only silent, shuddering sobs. To anyone who didn't know her, they wouldn't know the two of them had just walked out of the Wayne Clinic, where their hearts had been broken. Her knuckles turned white with the force she was grasping at his shirt for a long moment before she pulled away, putting a mask on her face that only he could see through. "Home." She whispered, raising her one of her hands to wipe at her eyes.