#i.... love him

[cherrycoloredphoenix]

Practice sketches

[mistermalaprop]

just two bitches serving cunt... nothing to see here... nahhhh.....

[zonerbonerz]

Chaotic good

[stardustea]

we stan one strawb

(i dont see anyone appreciating akiren in the convenience store uniform 😩)

[whisperoftheheart1995]

he snack

[doomedyuri]

[myriadimagines]

[x] // now taking requests for titans! // request here

“Robin, huh?” you smile slightly, looking up at him as he stiffens, folding his arms defensively across his chest. You had shown up at Dick’s apartment unexpectedly, not waiting for him to let you in to storm inside as you insisted you had some evidence he needed to see. His suit was out in the open, splayed over his briefcase for you to see, and it took you a while to recover from the shock to find words again. To discover that your fellow detective is none other than the masked vigilante patrolling the streets of Detroit is startling, to say the least, but a part of you isn’t surprised -- Dick has a strong sense of justice, a sense of assertiveness to take things into his own hands. Running your hands through your hair, you continue, “I talked shit about you to your face countless times, and you never reacted.” 

Dick chuckles slightly, shrugging. It’s become a routine by now, to listen to you rant about Robin whenever he shows up on the precinct television. He’s listened to you countless times talk about how vigilantes have no respect for the justice system, how they are dangerous and harmful to the city. Waving his hand, Dick replies, “It’s fine. It’s nothing I’ve never heard before, anyway.”