#heroing

[normaltothemax]

Even More Smut Sentence Starters ❛ just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❜ bruce to archie :)

He’s flushed. Panting. Wanting. Fingers twisting in the sheets beneath him, Bruce between his thighs, and god, he looks so good there. Archie can’t believe this is something he gets to have. Someone he gets to have.

Mine, says the beast within him. Archie can’t help but echo the sentiment.

One of Bruce’s hands smooths soothingly over his stomach, large and warm and very carefully avoiding the one part of Archie that so desperately wants touching. Three fingers of that other hand twist inside of him, pulling yet another whine from his throat as his hips jerk on their own. Trying to get more, trying to get away, he has no idea at this point. But Bruce’s free hand moves to his hip, then, keeping him in place. Keeping Archie exactly where he wants him.

He’s never been tortured before, but he’s fairly certain this must count. And if it does, it surely is the sweetest form.

He wants this to never end. He wants to tell Bruce to quit screwing around. That he’s ready for him. He’s been ready. He wants him, he wants him, he wants him. Instead, he nods and says, “yes,” his voice strained. Lets his head fall back again, closes his eyes, as if he’ll ever be given a chance to actually catch his breath, and tries not to tear the sheets.

“Please.”

@batsignaled (x)

[yoursdndispatcher]

batsignaled asked:

it's not often he almost gets caught. but there's times for everything. this time, he's sprinting down a somewhat crowded street, weaving in-between people and hoping to throw off his pursuer. suddenly, he stumbles, slamming into someone. with an almost practiced movement, he grabs the person before they can fall, spinning them both into a nearby alley. their feet tangle and his back hits the brick behind him, still holding the person. he blinks at the man, a slow grin spreading across his face. one of his arms goes around the man's shoulders. "hey, handsome, how do you feel about being a distraction?" (sorry this is late and also i'm sorry about him. i was going to just send a meme from your tag but this happened instead. whoops.)

@batsignaled

Robert observes the man weaving through the crowd with grace and purpose. He'd almost call this man balletic if he wasn't almost crazed looking... manic... On the run. He doesn't question going in pursuit, he just goes, falling into step and bobbing behind passersby and other obstructions to mask his progress as he closes in. Only the madman has grabbed him and whirled him aside into his game. He's huge up close, with a good 4 inches and at least fifty lbs on him. Robert was small, but composed mostly of corded muscle- punched well above his weight and yet he has a feeling this stranger does as well. Any advantage he might have had in surprise was never there at all. "What the fuck are you doing?" He fixes the other with an almost venemous stare- misdirection as he searches the man for pockets- a gesture in and of itself disguised as a grope. What is he being made complicit in?

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Isn't Batman's entire thing that he CANNOT get over the dead of his parents? He doesn't overcome his tragedy, he allows it to define him. It just happens to be that he has a moral compass.

That is an interesting question, but think about this.

Bruce Wayne lost his parents at 8 years old.

As an adult he now has several adopted kids and friends that are as close as family.

In many aspects that is considered overcoming tragedy. Yes the event is what sent him on his mission and it still haunts him, but instead of losing hope and just wallowing in sorrow or becoming an Arkham asylum inmate he decided to fight against it.

I’d say he overcame tragedy but he is still an emo kid

[monenblogi-a]

@heroing (cass) - for dis

“Woulda thought you had enough of the whole ‘magic of the afterlife’ shpheel for one lifetime—oh! Right there’s the last delivery.” 

They pointed out a particularly dilapidated looking gravestone before proceeding to start pouring through the last of the little origami figures in the bag. Definitely decades, if not longer, since anyone at all had bother to even visit much less tend to this poor soul. No wonder the specter Xanthe had met back home couldn’t even remember its name... 

“He’s nice, but he can’t remember anything beyond where they buried him and the smell of his wife’s cooking. I’m kinda hoping these’ll help out.” A little noise of success had Xanthe producing what appeared to be a little origami pot and spoon. With a grin and maybe a very unecessary flourish that simply made them look ridiculous—fwoop, down was sat a tangable iron pot and wooden spoon. 

“Guess you can see why this job’s important to me.” A pause. “Oh--yeah. The apples can go in the pot. He’s gonna be really surprised to find out even Batgirl helped.” 

[apothekosm]

There's a BIG snort rolling up in her chest, but she stops it before it hits her throat. It would be extremely unladylike for her to snort derisively at her host, despite him saying something BIG snort-worthy.

The life and stylings of a well-mannered socialite in Gotham demanded better of her, after all.

❝ Lex Luthor's also very philanthropic, babe. LexCorp just built another green energy output farm near Dakota? Huge philanthropy points. Still pretty evil, though, if you ask a certain underwear model. ❞

Scrolling through the comments, scrolling through the - Ooh! She perked up with a smile and rolled onto her stomach so she could look up at him.

❝ Befuddled is SO good, right? It feels 'well read'. Like these aren't just brain-rotten jabronis doing the bare minimum. It feels like you might've cheesed off some academics. ❞

Previously on Apothekosm, featuring @heroing!

[out-of-context-batfam]

Shadow of The Batgirl

[rogueslove]

Uncanny X-Men #210