#roysenal

[fightwing]

DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. / @roysenal

he's not saying he WISHED for a fire --- but he certainly wasn't opposed to an alarm. as a general champion of public safety, he's largely against mass panic for the sake of anything other than catastrophe, but at this particular moment he doesn't totally care. catherine, or charlotte, or cynthia or whatever her name was that always seemed to single dick grayson out in a crowd was simply B E T T E R at cornering than the young ward was at escaping, and with no polite way to say 'this is my nightmare' in a rich person's arena, it was his own traitorous voice that paused long enough for her to take his hesitance as a yes. and the thing of it was, they were not compatible. at all. other than the obvious --- that she was older than bruce himself and had vicious and downright mean opinions of everyone she was determined to share with him, but the part he cared the most at present was that every other step would be firmly and painfully ON HIS FOOT. maybe this was a him problem, but at this particular moment he'd rather be going round for round against any number of gotham rogues than in the stuffy, overpriced, underhated--- " mind if i cut in? " dick's wired instincts turn instantly towards the voice. easily recognizable by sound alone but upon inspection roy looks . . . HANDSOME. no other way to put it, even clinically or analytically as bruce was so adamant his every thought be. roy harper stood in a properly tailored suit that accented the fine lines of an archer's body. broad shoulders, tall figure, and his hair was artfully tousled --- swept in such a way dick knows was intentional but is victim to its affects same as anybody else, he'd imagine. worst of all, he's got that smirk. the one that lights the little stars in his eyes that twinkle with all he knows he's doing and worse, SUCCEEDING at. despite being his friend for some time now, dick feels, ultimately, a little starstruck. it's roy's outstretched hand that kicks his brain back into power. he'd always take the hand of a teen titan, especially when it was pulling him out of a moment such as this. his own smile is small and genuine and he can FEEL the heat rise on his face in a manner far too embarrassing for robin, but maybe suitable for dick grayson, ward of brucie wayne at a gala. sure, let's blame it on that. the acrobat nods, " lead the way. " roy's responding smile makes something in his stomach flutter. makes him totally forget his manners and just give in to being whisked away by his knight in shining tuxedo, and the eventual clasp of their hands feels more electric than any mission had ever allowed. the difference is obvious almost immediately. the way they move in tandem --- steps an extension of the next one rather than a clashing of leadership. it's a simple and slow song, one dick had found EXCRUCIATINGLY long in his previous company and yet, now worried about hearing its ending notes all too soon. dick bites down the silly smile that threatens to breach his face by looking at his hand, now wrapped around his companion's properly tailored middle as if he had needed to readjust (he hadn't). instead, dick waits a beat, a quick one, two where his heart doesn't feel like it's trying to squeeze through his ribs and make a hasty exit like the fire alarm plan had been executed before he gives in to the dance. leaning in slightly, just enough for the whispered words " thank you " to stay as they should: just between them.

[bllakc4tmoved]

BAD LUCK WAS SPREADING : the embodiment of it at blame! 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐃! he, despite being in the radius of it ... remained untouched by misfortunate filled claws! call it professional courtesy, there was something to gain out of this collaboration. ( though accepting it was a daring bet on his side. HER REPUTATION PRECEDES HER, AFTER ALL. )

@roysenal : it could’ve been a lot worse .

AMUSEMENT CURLS ONYX LIPS, : the very sign of trouble! ( but it has never looked better! ) they had been outnumbered, ... 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒! she could say that the enemy did give a good attempt, to overwhelm them with underlings that never stood a chance ... BUT SHE WOULD BE LYING! the chaos now at their heel, the fight has left its' mark upon their surroundings. a huff, as that thrillseeking heart pumps with remnants of adrenaline, how she loved it! ❝ yeah, but they'd never bring out the big guys this early. ❞ hand waved in the air, as if to throw away any concerns he might have. 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑! ... heels click, she takes a head start to continue deeper into the building. ❝ you coming? ━━━━ ❞ head turns just enough for masked gaze to seek his, smirk still worn upon her lips, as if it would be a dare as itself.

[lostlabyrinths]

❛ it ain't the being alone. it ain't the empty home. you know i'm good on my own. ❜ for donna <3 / @roysenal

donna's frown is small and contemplative. TOO GOOD, she thinks, but mercifully doesn't say. roy's good at being on his own as a self defense mechanism. that way he can control the hurt he gets, can convince himself there is none when other's fail to read him right. to understand him. easier to be alone than to want what you'll never have, she thinks. " i know. " but that, of course, is where he's wrong. her love for roy isn't something apathy could touch. just as she hoped to be for him, roy harper was a safe harbor in a storm. that everything could end. could drown in harrowing pain and unstoppable change but that they might follow the current far enough to reach the shores. that the lighthouse might guide them home, even if the actual point was prone to move. her hand is soft on his, head tilting to peer beyond the fringe of coppery-red bangs shielding his eyes from hers. " but you don't always have to be. " she replies earnestly. thumb absentmindedly tracing circles in his calloused hands she knew well. the titans had been through hell and back, even literally, and still, at the end of it all they had each other. " you'll always have a place with us. " and because their's was a connection often deeper, not even romantically but just intrinsically an understanding that was hard found with any one else, even their closest confidants. he needs him to know, with words, the specifics. " with me. " her frown remains, if even only barely. they all had problems being able to say what they felt. REALLY felt, when the battle was over and their jobs done. hard to strip yourself raw after building yourself up so painfully. but if there was one thing she'd learned the hard way, it's that even the words you choke on need to be said. she knocks their shoulders together a little with a reassuring smile. " tell me what's going on in that head of yours, harper. "

[contrecoeurs]

starter call from x. Mia & @roysenal

She had pondered many times whether she should show up in her costumes or just… as herself. Finally she decided with the second option. She was Speedy, she loved being Speedy. But Roy used to be Speedy. The main reason why she wanted to follow his steps. He was awesome, even if…he doubted of himself a lot. The blonde pulled out the earplugs, Taylor Swift singing through her journey to his apartment. She knocked on the front door, shifting from one leg to the other, anxiety reaching up lightly. It wasn’t like she was afraid of Roy, no… but he could have quite a temper sometimes. Depending on his moods. The door opener and she almost winced, “Hey… Hum… It’s me. Obviously. Hum… I need your help." A pause. "Oliver disappeared.”

[gwenbiote]

( @roysenal​​​​​​ )   ›    small starter call .

     ❛     come on man , don’t make me pick a side in this. because if YOU start asking me if you’re a better shot than kate , then KATE is gonna start asking me if she’s a better shot than you , and then I’M the one stuck in the middle with a migrane.      ❜

[fightwing]

‵   hey, shortpants ! i heard it's your birthday ...  ʹ he tries to be nonchalant about it but his clammy hands beg to differ, shifting in it's midst a tiny carved wooden robin he'd worked hard on from the moment he'd snooped into his file and found out his date of birth. the truth of it was that the titans were the first instance roy had found friendship since he'd left the reservation, and despite his often turbulent and, at times, violent clashes with their leader ⸺ he had to admit that he had become closest to dick in spite of their ample differences. ( and their even greater similarities, though they'd both prefer to ignore the existence of any ) ‵   here. i had this lying around from when i was crafting arrows and got distracted. it reminded me of you, so i guess y'should have it. ʹ he presses the wooden figure into his chest, pivoting quickly as he makes a hasty escape, chin tucked down to hide his reddening cheeks.

dick was just about done for the day. he'd trained, finished his notes on their last mission, and even started prepping for their next one, but there was only so much 'stalling' he could do before it just became wasting time. by now, alfred was surely finished with the 'dinner' (read: 'surprise' party with alfred, bruce and probably clark) and he wouldn't have to politely hide in the cave for an hour now. he's heading to his room, to grab some of the things he wanted to bring home this weekend when he hears the call. surprise teases at his features as he really hadn't expected anyone else to be at the base today, and maybe most of all, not SPEEDY. they called him neurotic but dick thought checking the logs to see who was coming in & who had taken off to just be good practice. his eyebrows crinkle a bit because he surely didn't expect him to have 'heard' it was his birthday, considering how close to the vest bruce plays every card. even still, even not knowing the real source of his findings: he doesn't question it. in fact, the thought warms him, mostly, because adverse as they were to admit it, it confirmed what they'd figured out some time ago now: roy was his friend. a good one, even, and the idea he'd put thought into finding and getting something for dick on his confidential birthday unfurled the tight coil ever present in his stomach to something . . . nicer. " oh. " he says, mind unable to work as fast as he would've liked. when the object touches his palms, he gets to open it, bringing it closer to his face to inspect what he now recognizes as . . . A ROBIN. oh. it's near exact the ones dick used to see back when he toured the world with haly's, and it's got these little notches and grooves where dick can see an expert set of archer's hand had to have hand-crafted them. by the time his awe wears off a bit and his face is not pressed so closely to the intricacies of the design, his gaze only falls on the back of the archer's head. neck red, he imagines from exertion and whatever it was that had him in such a time crunch that dick barely has time to shout " thanks, speedy! " before he's turned the corner and out of sight. dick suppresses a grin at that, because for all that roy 'found it lying around', the craftsmanship spoke to something much different. with a smile on his face and a new lightness to his steps, he finally enters his room --- gently placing his new robin on the most prominent shelf. all in all, a pretty great birthday.

[fightwing]

❛ with all due respect, i am gonna completely ignore everything you just said. ❜ / @roysenal

dick rolled his eyes. but this time, it wasn't with his heart pounding in his ears at the fear of failure in his friend's bravado. the words weren't taken with taut shoulders, tightly wound to compartmentalize and pack in all the stress a high stakes mission could create. it wasn't setting off that little nerve that pulsated too close to his brain --- made the seed of annoyance grow until the roots gripped his rationality with blinding fear and anger. instead, it was marked by a knowing smile cracking his sun-warmed face and all the ease of summer. " i'm telling you it won't hold, speedy. " because OF COURSE, roy couldn't let dick's cannonball record be the winner. sitting on the little dock just left of the trees and still sopping wet from where he'd just exited his grandest performance, dick has to squint into the sun to get even a glimpse of ginger hair. he finds him eventually, muscled archer's arms reaching up, branch after branch to get HIGHER than the usual jumping spot. the trees weren't even tall enough for them to ever reach worrisome heights, and any spot but the center was over deep enough water that all a slip would do is bruise one very large ego. but right at the end --- right where showman roy harper was sure to eye as his great diving board was too thin to get any real balance before jumping. it would snap, and down it would fall, dragging with it one, second place stuntman. the acrobat swipes at the little droplets of water obscuring his vision, getting the bulk of damp bangs out from his face and squinting one blue eye back up at his target before deciding to raise the stakes of roy's vying for gold. " i'll bet you . . . " dick gives himself a second for roy to gain even footing and himself to decide on the wager, corner of his mouth in what seemed like a permanent uptick as june progressed. " anything that you don't get a single flip in. "

[fightwing]

he doesn't look when the door opens. something he's been trying to train out of, actually, with the titans. while (some) of them haven't blatantly said it . . . dick knows he can be . . . HIGH STRUNG. sometimes. that he can make mountains out of mole hills or any of the twenty other sayings alfred sometimes says. BUT HE RECOGNIZES THAT. files it away like he would any other training feedback. tries, fails, and then tries again to be better with every stuttering step. it's @roysenal. speedy. roy harper. he knows because he can't (and won't) ever be the kind of person who can just turn on and off that bat vigilance, but he'd like to think it's a testament to his willpower that he's not obsessing over it like usual. dick doesn't turn from the screen when he says " wonder girl, aqualad and bumblebee are in the training center. " dick ( ROBIN, here. only robin.) trained earlier this morning, and he was . . . expecting a call from his mentor any minute now after their most recent mission. robin's masked eyes move to roy then. assessing a bit at the trailing thought of mentor's. " and uh, flash picked up kf a little earlier. " so it was just them. something about that scratched at dick. poked him like there was some deeper meaning he was meant to understand. analyze, like his mentor might. and instead, dick feels a bit childish when all he can focus on is W H Y kf left. something about the combination causes dick to continue, with a carefully neutral tone. " flash said he wanted to take wally out for 'victory snacks'. said he deserved it after a job well done. "