“i can’t believe ----- DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?”
@instillingfear, asked to be yelled at.

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“i can’t believe ----- DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?”
@instillingfear, asked to be yelled at.
"YOU DARE -------- ?!” cryptic hellfire doused in magic lashes out at the rodent / peeling the bark off his petty branches. klarion snarls, flingers twitching & curling as they accept the power that sparks within his palms / ready to cleave the bat in twain. “-----what sort of HERO strikes a boy? where. are. your. manners?” & just like that, klarion reaches out. manifesting one large energized demonic arm, with razor sharp claws aimed & ready to sink into the vigilante's core.
@instillingfear , this.
dick vc @instillingfear , you know mar’i can fly, right?
@instillingfear || starter
“What do you want, Bruce...If you’re here to tell me how badly I messed up on my last mission you can save it. I know I’m stupid for letting the bad guy get away."
no. not with that wound.
just let me help u dad!!! / @instillingfear
his TEETH grit in response, & FRUSTRATION rears its ugly head. a beastly vestige that claws it’s way down his spine & settles heavily within the pits of his stomach. “you cant —- “ two words that never warred well with the bat. a fact he knows all too well. nightwing hisses in a breath & forces himself to rise back up to his full height, shoulders squaring in a stubbornness that could potentially rival that of the man himself.
——- still, he knows a losing battle when he sees one.
so, he relents & pulls back a FRACTION; even as his jaw sets hard & his gaze bores into the bat. pain creeps up the length of his spine —— & the ITCH to press the palm of his hand into the newly dressed wound eating greedily into the contour of his abdomen is a needy thing. one that he ignores by years of training & sheer force of will.
“fine, i’ll double back. meet up with O, but B, the first sign that things are going sideways, and i’m jumping right back into the field.” there’s an edge to his voice. a promise between his words as nightwing takes the first step & slips into the night.
✉ SMS - B. / ................................ ✉ SMS - B. / i know you’re there. ✉ SMS - B. / get off my lawn old man.
@instillingfear , U heard it here.
Bruce Man -- -wait, Bat Wayne -- fuck.
Let me start over.