#intellectwing

[bishimightwing]

@intellectwing

𝐅rom what he recalls he is far from a copy 。Each memory, every mistake, every victory was engraved into his mind especially the memories where the other before him was quite an adventurous child 。Amongst other humorous ones, but he wouldn’t say much 。He couldn’t help but smile a bit, his visage softening as he listened to the other 。

⠀⠀⠀ ❛ 𝐈 remember amongst other things when it comes to you, Dick 。 I expect nothing less of you when it comes to deducting whether I’m real or not, but I assure you I’m me 。 Now — let’s go make some food, hopefully Alfred isn’t around to kick us out of the kitchen 。 ❜

"Well you didn't smell like sewer drenched extremely malleable, and living Play-Doh, so, I tap out of the detective front for a night." That was too genuine (rare or not) a Bruce Wayne smile. No fake sensed here. "I'm feeling a lime meringue and a mocha. If I'm dirtying his kitchen, it's gonna be to satisfy a sweet tooth."

[nerdybirdboy]

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Tim might have said that he could explain, but in fact, he could not. Well, technically, he could, but it wasn't a good explanation and honestly it sounded like a bad lie.

"Well...uhm... you see..." Tim began, running a hand through his hair. It wasn't just the fact that what had happened sounded rather unbelievable, he had also been doing something he'd been told off for doing over and over again.

The teen exhaled. "Okay, so, I was reading... my chair tilted back, I didn't think about it, but I kind of began rocking it a little and suddenly I lost my balance and fell back. The book fell out of my grasp and hit the window, it should be lying outside now, I was just about to go get it." That explained one broken window. How about the other one and a half window? "I also happened to be fidgeting with a ball and it hit the other window, cracked it, but bounced against it too and onto the wall, just to bounce back towards the other window and fully break that one. The ball should be outside too."

Yeah, it all sounded made up. What were the odds that he'd accidentally break two windows and crack a third with a book and a ball by mistake? Minimal, Tim guessed, though he could probably calculate the odd if he wanted to. He didn't.

[bishimightwing]

@intellectwing

"The Hallmark movie role of 'man who cheated death for the umpteenth time and wants coffee' will be filled by one Bruce Wayne. Check your local listings." He's certain the other needed the laugh more than the coffee. Every time Bruce leaves like that, it's always a hell of a rough patch. Has Dick feeling like a manager in charge shoulder district level responsibility. Blüdhaven and Gotham back to back? No thanks. "Fancy a brunch, or is it back to business as usual ASAP?"

𝐇e never expected Dick to take charge, but he’s honestly glad he did 。Granted — it’s been difficult, but he understands the others habit of hiding his feelings through humorous quips 。It’s why he admired the son before him 。Gaze managed to shift elsewhere, specifically towards the kitchen in which he began to walk towards 。⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝐈 normally jump back in without a second thought but this time around I would rather reconnect with my family for a week or so before getting back into it 。 Besides, didn’t I tell you not to jump into things half assed — Dick ׅׅ𖤠 I have to catch up on training just like everyone else 。 ❜

"You do know if this really wasn't you talking I could destroy the façade of whoever's using your face and voice in a day?" Anyone trying to use him as a cover to do evil deeds through his likeness had to be damn good at it. The few culprits who've tried were always sloppy. Whether Bruce was being copied by any shape-shifting baddie or not, though, this change of pace was welcomed.

He sipped his coffee with an expectant look on his face. "I don't have as much responsibility in the form of business affairs in the balance as you do. Kinda my wishes when I went out on my own, remember?"

[lightsandlust]

A Dark Spot

@intellectwing

She’s dead.

She’s dead.

Lois is dead.

He had held her body as life fled from her.  Lois is dead and it’s his fault.  His fault.  All his fault.  His anger had won out after that.  He had been hunting down the villain who had shot her, hunting down an average criminal he hadn’t been able to stop.  And he stood now, on a rooftop in Gotham where he had found them, holding them over the edge of a building.  

“You killed Lois Lane.”

So easy to open his fingers and let the body drop.  So easy to avenge Lois.  He just needed to let go of his humanity.

But he wasn’t alone.  Bruce was there.

“Go away, Batman.  This doesn’t concern you.”

[grandtheftjeep]

@intellectwing​ said let’s roll:

Eli had only been there for maybe an hour, and alone for less than ten minutes. Jason had promised things would be fine. Just park the jeep behind the fanciest garage Eli had ever seen and out of sight, come on in, practice, what could go wrong! Eli grumpily shoved his fist into the bag, not trying very hard as he waited for Jason to come back from his trip checking out the noise.  It’ll be fine, Jason said. I still have the keys, he said. No one will be home, he said. The bag swung way harder than he thought and he quickly took a step back.

Fucking powers.

The small tapping of too nice shoes perked his ears, now that he was finally listening to something other than the punching bag creaking on its chain. He spun around and -  “I am so sorry.”