#glimpseddarkness

[hittcr-a]

@glimpseddarkness​ // grayson sent : “ who are you? “

meme // no longer accepting 

                 “i dunno. i used t’ be esau stone. now ‘m-- - eliot spencer. but some days that don’t feel right either. ‘m different, i think. than who i used t’ be. ‘m just eliot now but-- - sometimes i think about what bein’ eliot spencer used t’ mean. sometimes it still means ‘m a murderer. sometimes it means ‘m a killer an’ a bad man, an’ someone t’ look out for. sometimes it means ‘m helpin’ people. ‘m doin’ th’ hard things t’ help people. i dunno ‘f any of that makes sense, or answers your question-- - i dunno. i think a lotta th’ time ‘s gonna take me a long time t’ figure that out.” who is he? how is he different? what does he stand for? he hated that he wasn’t sure.

[hittcr-a]

@glimpseddarkness​ // grayson sent :  “  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ”

meme // no longer accepting

             eliot grunted as nightwing helped him up, grateful to leave the sticky pool of his own blood drying on the concrete. “you shouldn’t have.” but he’s grateful. so grateful. he squeezes at dick’s arm, taking a moment to steady himself. “but thank you. for comin’ for me.” he’d have to pay him back. somehow. dinner, maybe. “come home with me? i don’t-- - i can’t drive. my eye’s sealed shut... please?” it’d been a while since eliot’s had his ass kicked like this. he was worried that maybe he’d actually not make it out this time. but there he was. being propped up by an angel, of sorts. 

[nerdybirdboy]

@glimpseddarkness​ sent a meme from Dick: “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” 

How could he not know? Was everything so easily forgotten to him? Tim knew he was being unreasonable, that he was being an overemotional teen, something he wasn’t exactly known for. Dick had explained himself and it made sense, but his heart had never really listened. Part of him still felt cast aside. Not good enough. Not really part of the family. Alone and unwanted. Unneeded.

Bruce was back and Tim wasn’t really sure what to do anymore. While he’d been looking for Bruce, he’d been busy with that, pushing everything else to the back of his mind. Now, he had considerably more time for it, but if he thought to much about what lurked in those dark corners, he’d lose the last of his sanity, so instead he went all in when it came to being Red Robin. When he wasn’t out on patrol or a mission, he did research or worked out. He tried to avoid his family, but without making them suspicious. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with them, but he knew that sooner or later he would snap. Dick had managed to make him come very close to that this time. Sometimes he reminded Tim of a badger; never letting go.

“I’m not upset, just a little stressed. I’ve got lots to do, but thanks for stepping by. As you see there’s nothing here to do, I’ll see you on patrol.” As he spoke, he tried to lead Dick towards the front door, wanting him to leave his apartment, but he also knew that if Dick didn’t want to leave, this would be a nearly impossible task.

[hittcr-a]

‘Cause obviously walking up the stairs in a deserted wreck of a house is a good idea.’ Grayson sighs pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, before following El ( wouldn’t he always go where the other led?) ‘Why do I feel like there’s a deranged clown about to jump out and stab me? I’ve had my fill of those when I was younger y’know!’ - glimpseddarkness we tried for spoopy!

              “didn’t know you were a scaredy cat, grayson. thought you were a bat. or a bird or somethin’.” eliot chuckles, bumping at grayson’s shoulder playfully. “look, i wouldn’t bring us t’ a place like this ‘f i didn’t think it was a safe place t’ be. anyway, ‘f a killer clown did try t’ get yah, i’d kick it’s ass.” usually eliot tried to have a little more functionality with his safe houses, but gotham really did make it difficult. and this felt more… appropriate anyway. eliot’s apartment being compromised meant that eliot had to go deeper underground. He prided himself in being able to disappear if he needed to. “c’mon it’s just for a couple of days until i take care’a this. you don’t hafta stay. but i at least wanted you to know where t’ look fo rme ‘f i don’t show up for a while.” he chuckles, stairs creaking ominously beneath his boots as he leads the way up stairs. eliot’s room, of course, is immaculate. it always is. even if the house is falling apart around it. 

@glimpseddarkness

[crwlee-archived]

@glimpseddarkness​ said:  ❛  here , do you want some wine ? ❜

   “Love some, Angel.” the demon grinned, making himself comfortable on the frankly hideous couch in Aziraphale’s back room. ( despite its appearance, Crowley secretly loved this couch. It was in his top three favorite places to nap on a warm day. Though he’d sooner tie himself into a knot then tell the angel this ) “Have you got any of that Chateau Lafite left?” he enquired, snakeskin boots ( at least they looked like boots ) rising to rest on the ratty coffee table, atop one of the many books littered about its surface. “Or did we finish those off that night we went to that all drag show of Midsummer Nights Dream?” what a blast that night. 

[hittcr-a]

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.” From Grayson cause that’s why.

meme.

       there was a reason that eliot tried very hard to keep himself from sleeping more than ninety minutes at a a time. this was one of them. because dick had him pinned to the floor with an increasingly tight grip on his wrist that persuaded eliot to let the blade go in not so nice terms. it clattered to the floor and eliot’s breathing finally calmed some. “fuck… ‘m sorry. ‘m sorry– -” it wasn’t often that eliot let himself feel comfortable enough to actually sleep. he supposed part of it had to do with the fact that they were at his apartment. he always felt a little safer there. he knew where he kept all of his knives. even in his sleep, apparently. eliot stopped struggling under the weight of the detective and let himself settled against the floor. “i’m sorry– -” but sorry didn’t fix that he came at grayson with a knife. even if he was asleep, he still did it and sorry didn’t fix it. in an instant, all the fight left eliot laying on the floor, limp and relatively harmless, for now.@glimpseddarkness

[hittcr-a]

“Seeing you in that tux makes me want to take you somewhere fancy.” Mainly so Grayson could rip if off him afterwards, “I’d have worn mine, if i’d’ve known.” - from glimpseddarkness hopes it’s okay he couldn’t resist.

                 “i mean… ‘m still in th’ tux…” which meant he was open for being taken somewhere fancy. sure he’d just gotten back from running a con at a highly exclusive party (but the catering was dismal and made him sad inside), and he’d been about to undo his bow tie, but he could be persuaded to go out somewhere. “i dunno… i think you look fine….” there’s definitely two meanings for that particular descriptor and eliot meant both of them. “you don’t think ‘s a little much?” eliot always felt like getting completely dressed up was a little. much. then again he was much more comfortable with blending in than sticking out like a sore thumb as he felt like he did while wearing a tux.

 @glimpseddarkness

[ovcrdramatiic]

 “You could’ve been killed!” @nancy from Nightwing lol.

@glimpseddarkness || MEME || ACCEPTING

『 🔎 』        “Have you been FOLLOWING me???” Nancy asked, completely ignoring the berating she was getting from the other. “I’m just doing my JOB,” she then added firmly, scrambling to grab her phone from the ground, which was now shattered at the screen. I knew I should have put a case on it, she thought to herself before turning her attention back to the man in front of her.