#psychosprey

[cupidquinn-moved]

@psychosprey​: "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't go about stealing things right in front of me, Harls. If you want it that bad then gimme a little time, and I'll make you a ring like it- you don't have to steal the whole display. In front of everyone. Including me. In costume."

     He had just appeared at her elbow. No tricks, no mirrors, although to be fair she had been heavily distracted by the absolute sparkler she’d slipped onto her middle finger and the silly little joke that had went with it. She rolled her eyes at him, grabbed a fistful of tennis bracelets and stuffed them in her bra before giving him the finger.

     “Listen yer cute and all, but i don’t need anyone tah buy me anythin’,” Harley retorted. She pulled a a large, cartoonish gun, aimed it at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. “Toodles, sweetie.” The smoke bomb broke and the vicinity was quickly filled with red and black smoke and a shower of glitter, a more than good enough distraction to help her escape.

[robin-redrobin-drake]

New Guy | Closed

@psychosprey

Another night dashing across the rooftops of Gotham. Tonight was more than the usual patrol he did while he was in his home universe. There was someone new about. Seemingly well trained, but an unknown. Tim doesn't love unknowns.

For the last 3 nights, he'd tracked the general route this "Osprey" had followed and tonight, he's ready to make contact. He'd been on the radar, but with so many other things going on and with him not causing any real damage, he'd been a low priority.

Tonight, with no big cases, no emergencies, and nothing else pressing to do, Tim is crouched on the roof of a tall apartment building kind of in the middle of the general route he's seen this guy take and he waits. It would be just his luck for this guy to not show tonight, but he's patient. Besides, he doesn't want trouble, just to make contact.

[brokentoys]

given that what ed did was the equivalent of sneaking into someone’s yard by jumping over the fence, then using their swimming pool without their permission or knowledge, i don’t think ed was being THAT considerate.

[neverheardof]

@psychosprey

“Have you ever thought about how weird you gothamite’s costumes would look like out in the daytime?”

[psychosprey]

10a

Adrian Peltiers, college student of Gotham City University; in the computer science lab after hours. He was getting some extra "coaching" in with his professor Barbara Gordon: the hottest teacher on campus, and that was saying something. Didn't help matters much that he was biased, what with them hiding their relationship. It had started off as coaching, at first. Coding lessons, to be specific. As inventive as the guy was, he was better with solder and scrap metal than he was with computers; and she practically built the school network from the ground up. But as time, proximity, and familiarity played their parts, while he was focused looking over the lines he'd written, she had apparently taken her attention onto other, more organic code; engrained in the human mind since time immemorial. Bottle green eyes washed over his frame, hunched as it was over the computer- it gave her a perfect view of his back, taut and toned as he was; every bit the athlete. Even if she hadn't noticed the backdoor into her server so long ago, it wasn't hard to tell that this man was built for spandex. The one lament the Oracle had, was that she couldn't see his ass. Oh, sure, she had seen it plenty of times. During games, or when he was out on patrol, usually; not that she'd admit to keeping tabs on his knightly activities, especially when doing so would not only reveal her identity, but the inadvertent voyeuristic rush she got whenever he vaulted across the rooftops. Okay, so maybe she had fantasies, she was only human, after all, and the man was not only gorgeous but he (for some inexplicable reason) had a candle for her, too. Which was why her heart was beating faster and her cheeks came to match the red of her hair as she took a chance. First came the door to the lab locking with the click of a button. She didn't need someone walking in; and a footage loop of the previous hour, just in case Ted decided to actually watch the security cameras, for a change. She was thankful for subpar campus security, tonight; it made what came next so much more bearable, even with as vulnerable as she felt, as she took Adrian's left hand with both of her own, and began. Adrian, on the other hand; was taken completely aback. He hadn't noticed the sound of the door, or Barbara's growing blush, or even the touch of her skin until his thumb was against her mouth. And for all the grandiose airs of competence and confidence he put on, the second those plush lips parted and sank over the tip, the man turned scarlet, and turned his hand ever so slowly, using the pads of his fingers to stroke along Barbara's cheek, that radiant, devilish smile of his washing over her like the golden hours of sunrise from the Clocktower. "Your mouth has better uses elsewhere than my fingers, Professor Gordon. Maybe we switch from computer to anatomy lessons, hm?"

[psychosprey]

"So, is it normal for this Earth to have people drop in out of nowhere through portals, or am I some kind of mishap magnet? Because if it's the latter I'm gonna need a whole new suit and I don't have the resources to fight teleporters."

It had only been a week since he arrived in this parallel Earth; a world of iron avengers and web-headed heroes, and already he was seeing more wormholes and portals than he ever had in his entirety, at his home Earth; and as cool and interesting as it was, after it happened to him, he certainly wasn't exactly thrilled to see someone who had control over whatever forces brought him here.

"And I'm gonna assume you either won't, or can't help me get back home, either."

[psychosprey]

"You'd think with all that training I did, it'd be a lot harder to track me." All the same, Adrian can't help but smile as he turned around to face the individual that threw the pebble, rubbing the back of his head where he was struck. "Supergirl. I can't tell if it's more appropriate to say 'I missed you' or 'guess who's back from the dead'- proverbially, I mean. No spooky stuff here, as far as I know." Arms were thrown as wide as the grin on his face, a hug offered to the blonde floating opposite him.

[psychosprey]

“ i’m bringing the party to you. ”

"Understood, Glitch. I'll be ready with the party favors. Osprey out."

The call couldn't have come at a better time. As the Osprey looked down across the dark, trash-ridden streets of Gotham City, he couldn't help but smile to himself. No matter how old he got, or how long he stayed n the game; it was always the same city. Beautiful, in its' own way. Peaceful, too, if you ignored the rampant crime that infected it. But that was why people like himself and Glitch put on their own cowls; to be a salve to the wound. There came the cacophony- the hum of Glitch's antigrav discs, gunfire, and a myriad of footsteps; some large, some small. He was thankful to the other vigilante, giving him the opportunity to test out his new projects; and as the mob rounded the corner into the narrow alleyway, Adrian began to arm the traps they'd set previously. Adhesive foam mines lined the pathway; and on the walls, miniaturized active denial systems, planted to present something of an invisible cage to house the criminals, until such time as the GCPD showed up. "Armed and ready for deployment. If this works, I owe you a burger.”