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@halfkryptonian !
❛ you look FAMILIAR ----- ❜ chestnut hues flick up to meet opposing chocolate orbs. his are full of WARMTH, yet it won’t melt her frigid exterior. ❛ where’s your girlfriend -- ? handsome guy like you shouldn’t be left alone. ❜
❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞
“Mmmmmm okay, if you insist.” Maybe it’s best that they go while their powers are dampened. Last time Gar went to a haunted house, some zombie popped out of the walls and suddenly a bull added a bit of authenticity to his wounds.
Oops. “But hold my hand if you get scared, okay?” Or if I get scared.
Rock On! --hello; without question! （σ｀・∀・´）σ
Um excuse me that’s you?????????????
@halfkryptonian
In Damian’s world, there was nothing quite so recognizable as the S. The symbol of hope and justice, of one who swooped down from the sky to help those who needed to be helped, and to stop those who did evil. The symbol plastered across the chest of the world’s favorite hero, Superman. And so when Damian spotted the symbol below, being worn by a boy who appeared to be his age, his curiosity was peaked. He had not often seen Superman’s emblem since coming to the Hive, so to see it now was somewhat of a surprise; and, as it turned out, interesting enough to follow. And so from rooftop to rooftop Robin slunk, his body low and his eyes fixed downward, as he followed the boy down the street, finally coming to a stop as he paused. He seemed lost, and Damian saw his chance.
The Boy Wonder stepped out into open air, gravity snagging onto his body as, for a single moment, he plummeted towards the asphalt below. But with a spreading of his arms, Damian’s cape snapped into the parachute that it doubled as, slowing his momentum enough that by the time his boots hit the ground in front of the other boy, he easily absorbed the shock with a slight bending of his knees. Letting the cape fall loose around his body once more, Damian straightened, his head tilting as he stared down the black-haired youth (who, as he was irritated to see, was taller than him).
❝ And who are you supposed to be? ❞ His voice feigned disinterest. ❝ And don’t bother saying Superboy. That title’s already taken. ❞
