#michael|character

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@strategiic have a mildly shippy shadowbird aesthetic!

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It was going to happen eventually, Michael had always thought. Tim wouldn’t be able to avoid bringing him to a gala forever, and it had come with the last invitation, a single note saying ‘and a plus one’, that had sparked the whole thing. He’d been fitted for a suit, and he’d managed to find a makeup that covered the veins and made him look more alive. (That alone had been an experience, needing a handful of stores, and help from the service women who knew what they needed).

But the night had come, and Michael was pretty sure he had never seen so many beautiful dresses outside of the movies. He looked over at Tim happily, one hand holding Tim’s wrist. As exiting as this was, there were still so many unknown elements. “i’m going to go grab a drink, and then you’re going to dance with me.” he said, with the sort of conviction he did when he was bringing Tim to bed, or joining the children in getting Tim to play a game when they were at the safehouse. Leaning forward to kiss Tim’s cheek he turned away to go get a drink from the nearby table.

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Austin sent a look around the ballroom, it was nice, not the nicest he had seen but far from the worst. Smoothing one hand down the front of his suit, he stopped for half a second, eyes narrowing at one of the other guests. Michael Cassidy; he looked happier, and healthier, but it was definitely him. That alone raised a question. he raised an eyebrow at the other man, Timothy Wayne, the Gotham press had made a deal of him several months ago for his new... relationship... with a meta. 

The fact that it was Michael was surprising, the chances were slim, but, Austin supposed, there were more surprising things. This would at least make for a good opportunity to talk to the young CEO (and maybe get his hands on Michael, he was a scientific marvel, and the last dark force user they had managed to get had gone insane before they had done any testing of significant value).

He smoothed out his expression, and put on a smile, making his way over, half an eye focused on Michael. “Hi, you must be Timothy Drake, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Austin said, holding out a hand to shake.

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@truesxn​ continued from here.

  Tim had been in such a frenzy when the news of his boyfriend had been kidnapped. Damian didn’t know much about this man, nor how deep Tim cared for him. He only realized once the news was given to him. He looked…different. He looked like a caged animal. He was scared, angry, and just wanted to tear the people that held Michael captive. Damian was rather…worried about him.

  Thankfully, Batman and Robin had saved him. Tim got to greet back up with Michael until he was taken away by Dick to go calm him down, go have a training session or something. Damian was left to watch over him.

  Michael seemed pretty beat up too. Great.

   Damian took off his mask, and pulled down his hood. He looked over at the male with narrowed brows. His green hues gleamed with suspicion.

  “ Here. I got you some water. ” he placed the glass on the table, and took a seat across from him.

Michael sat on the edge of one of the medical beds, legs curled up under him, shock blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. he was freezing, and it had been the closest, most convenient thing.

the room was reasonably quiet, Tim had been carried away by his brother a few minutes ago, and he’d been left in the care of the youngest... Damian he remembered, the current Robin. he was good, efficient, even if Michael didn’t remember most of the actual rescue, he’d been drugged with something.

he was pretty sure it was some modified version of fear gas, it had mostly worn off by now, but his powers were less than perfect at the moment, the voices fading in and out, sounding more like static than usual. 

“Thanks,” Michael said, smiling slightly, as he accepted the water, cupping his hands around the glass to try and stop the shaking. They’d kidnapped him because he was Tim’s boyfriend, the meta, not because of Red Robin, which was a relief.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I might just get some sleep.” he offered to the hero. In truth he doubted how much sleep he’d actually be getting, but he didn’t much want to be treated like a specimen with a  watch, that... was uncomfortable.

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Tim snuck up behind Michael, a hand reached round to show a small cake, and lips placed a soft kiss on his temple, "Happy birthday, Michael," He then gestured towards the table where there was gift of his favorite teas, "I also thought we should go out to eat. Whatever place you want."

//I know it was technically yesterday, but It get’s done today. @strategiic​. This is no lie, the sweetest thing.

“Huh?” Michael said, eloquent, as he turned his head backwards, kissing Tim back. “What’s all this- wait what?” He continued, brow’s furrowed in confusion. “Birthday?”

Which, Michael realized with a bolt of clarity, was true. It was his birthday. Somewhere the last year had continued on, and he was alive, he was okay. Even if that didn’t explain how Tim had known. “How did you know?” He asked, grabbing the cake, and bending down to look at the tea, using his other hand to pick up one of the boxes, smiling at the label. “Oh! Dinner, I have no idea. The sushi place was okay?”

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MAKE YOUR MUSE AS A CAT-LOAF

Tagged by: @goldentemplariumcrow & @strategiic

Tagging: @heroicintention @therimoire @gothamoutllaw

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@strategiic continued from here.

‘The lights sparkled..” Michael made an annoyed sound, and crossed out the last half a page with his pen. It was late, or, Michael thought, pulling out his phone to check the time, it was morning, too early for the world to be awake, but too late for those that had spent the night out. On the streets below the balcony, the world was as still as it would ever be. 

He looked behind him into the house, and saw Tim, still typing away as he had for hours. Stretching out his legs from their position under the blanket, he stood, notebook held in one hand as he stepped back through the balcony window, setting the notebook on the table, and sliding the switch for the lights that ringed the door.

The room darkened, still illuminated by the blue light from the screen, and the kitchen light. He walked up to Tim, one hand moving to shut the laptop case. Tim’s work was important, but this was edging on too much, even for Tim. 

He sat down next to Tim, reaching out one hand to take his, and lifting the other to cusp Tim’s cheek, pushing back a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of Tim’s eye. He was going to go to sleep, and he was going to bring Tim with him. (He never slept as well without Tim there with him). 

He could feel the loosening of tense muscles, and he smiled, kissing Tim before pulling away. “Come on, to bed.” he said quietly.