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crowbarboy

"Dick." Jason growled sharply and pushed at Richard’s side to get him out of the way. "I’m not some little kid." Jason snapped but stayed glued to the older’s side just in case.

"Never said you were," he replied easily, eyes scanning the shadows around him. "But you're my responsibility. I'm not letting you get hurt." He noticed how Jason stuck close to his side, smiling to himself.

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artemisticblonde​

"Nnnrg." Apollo ignored the voice at first, rolling over onto his back as he continued snoring. He was having difficulty trying to get comfortable and ended up rolling a little too far off, he tumbled over onto the floor and hit it with a loud thud. The archer groaned out as he pushed himself from the ground, moving at a snails pace the entire time. ”I’m up, I am so up.” His hand went straight for his temples and he groaned out in pain from the sudden headache. His vision was blurry and he could just barely make out the figure standing before him. “Oh.” He greeted with a smug grin on his face, “—Hey Dick.” As he lowered his hand, he noticed the metal band around his ring finger, and his tired eyes widened in horror. “What the hell?” He turned to Dick, holding his hand up for the other to see. Apollo’s eyes locked onto the ring Grayson had as well, and he lifted his hand up. It looked as if they had a matching pair. "Is this some prank of yours?"

Dick made a face, twisting the gold ring on his left finger. As amusing as Apollo was with a hangover, this situation was dire.

"I'm afraid not," he said with a sigh. He tipped his head back, watching the ceiling as if it held the answer to all of life's mysteries. "It appears we had a little too much to drink last night. And now we're a little bit married."

"God, Batman's going to kill me. And you, probably." He sighed again and sank back on the bed. There was a drumline in his head, playing out a fantastic beat. He crossed his legs under him and dropped his head in his hands.

"Why do I do these things?"

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orderisoutofstyle

Klarion snickered, catching the batarang between two fingers. He then began to examine it, small red sparks beginning to appear off its surface. “That’s what happens when you sneak up on me while I’m ranting to myself. Now, was this thing suppose to release something? Cause if so, I broke it. That happens when I touch tech, it just sparks and then gives out.”

Robin glared at him, debating throwing another batarang. It wouldn't do anything, but maybe it would make him feel a little better. "How unfortunate. Must make it hard to use the internet," he snarked.

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thexkillingjoke

The Joker laughed, honestly did the birdie think saying that would make a difference? “No thank you, why would I let you go after I went to so much trouble caging you birdie.”

Robin struggled against the bonds holding him still. "Because Batman is going to destroy you when he gets here," he snarled. He twisted his hands again, trying to find a weakness, any weakness, in the ropes. Joker'd taken his gloves and belt, not leaving him many options. 

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flashofyellow-shifterofgreen Wally huffed and tried to wiggle a little bit. “Dude, don’t laugh! I can’t even vibrate here! You know I can’t handle this shit!” He said starting to panic a bit. After all, speedsters and closed spaces do not go well together.

"Sorry, sorry," he murmured, grabbing for the edge of the blanket and pulling. He knew about the spaces thing, but Wally looked kind of adorable bundled up like that. He unravled his friend from the blanket as quickly as he could.

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artemisticblonde [text:] Robbbbiiiiiiiin [text:]  Asre you there [text:] Iwanaa goose mewhere [text:] WAaaaajef yp

[text:] Artemis? Are you drunk? [text:] Where are you? I'm coming to get you.