Feb 27, 2018
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“Some may say I need to be afraid of losing everything.”
- lyrics from La La Land by Demi Lovato
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@hertrvth liked for a thing.
“Some may say I need to be afraid of losing everything.”
- lyrics from La La Land by Demi Lovato
@hertrvth - Ivy
The man had ended up in Gotham, he’d briefly spent some time laying out his fists on a certain Bat in a sparring match. After that however he focused on cracking jokes while taking care of thugs. There was a bad man in particular he was hunting. His thoughts paused, Spider-Sense triggered and he turned. “Nice attempt at stealth.”
➳ (From Ivy)
Send ➳ and I’ll generate a number between 1 - 15 to see what kind of kiss my muse will give yours!
12. A kiss when the power is out
One thing he’d gotten used to with Ivy was to keep an eye on here at all times, but as he waited in the old warehouse he had to keep alert, not knowing who else was in there. As he turned around the lights went out, everything around them becoming pitch black. He activated his cowl’s detective mode, but before he could see again he felt lips pressing against his own. Regaining his vision he saw the redhead’s face up against his, kissing him softly. Softly or not, her lips were deadly.
“ you look like you need a hug. ” (Love, Karen.)
hugs and kisses | accepting
Maria looks up when Karen spoke, her eyes widening. She’s only known the reporter for a short while, since she started doing research on the vigilantes in New York’s boroughs. The blonde is nice, although Maria can tell she’s holding some things back when she offers up information. That’s fine, Maria holds things back too. She’s not about to judge.
She’s spent the last eight hours dealing with some wannabe mad scientists, but she’d been pretty sure, when she left the apartment, that it didn’t show in her face. Then again, she is dealing with an investigative journalist. If Karen couldn’t tell that something was up, she’d be bad at her job. And Maria has read her articles. She is very, very good.
“I probably need about a hundred.” She does her best to keep her voice light and joking, although it’s the truth. She thinks about it for a second and can’t remember the last time that she hugged someone. That’s probably a bad sign.
“Why, are you offering?”