#shikrasong

[gunpowdergaze-blog]

@shikrasong

“Are you going to sit, or make a scene?”

Slade glances up at the figure standing beside the table. It’s not incredibly crowded, but there is a low murmur of noise in the diner, between patrons talking quietly, to the music playing through the tinny speakers, to the sounds of the kitchen.

He reaches to pick up the other coffee cup on the table, turning it over and picking up the tableside coffee pot, refilling his own cup before raising it just a fraction to offer Shikra a cup of coffee.

[fightwing]

@shikrasong u are right and u should say it

[feartoxinperfume]

@shikrasong​ || remiges (Or Lack Thereof)

Well now, what do they have here? A lost little birdie back in town? It’s so nice to see Shiva letting him up for air now and again; bend his knees, stretch his legs. Maybe she isn’t the terrible nightmare of a woman he presumed her to be. Dick laughs to himself. Could you imagine?

“Little wayward Robin,” he sings as he swings up onto the roof with Tim. “You know, there are few people I ban from Gotham outright but I am fairly certain Lady Shiva and her clan are high up on that short list. Right below the al Ghuls and right above the whatever whatever super villains.” Dick circles around, dragging the sharps of his claws along the rooftop’s concrete ledge.

“So I’ll be gracious and presume you have a good reason for being here,” he says. “And as much as we’d both love it if you came to grovel, I just don’t see that being the case. Lost something?”

[lazarushe]

sometimes , jason truly wonders if talia hates him. if she regrets dropping him into the pit. if she wishes he could go back to being a brain dead zombie with excellent muscle memory. she must , he thinks , seeing whom she had placed him on the particular mission with. a group , who wanted to bring down the league , found by lady shiva. so , of course , shiva had to be involved. send one of her finest. he would’ve taken anyone. literally , anyone else. but , no. jason is stood there , hands on his hips , fingers twitching to get to his guns , or his knife , anything. “ you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. “ he groans , accent thick with the streets of gotham. years in nanda parbat cannot change it , as much as talia has tried. “ honestly , put me back in the fuckin’ ground. i ain’t workin’ with you. “ he wonders if they’ve done this on purpose. to test him. to see if he could extend his loyalty to them , to their allies. if he can get through this mission without trying to kill tim , then he’ll pass , right ? is that what this is ? he wishes he knew. “ the fuck are you doin’ here , tim ? “ he slips his kris out of the holster on his pocket , playing absently with the knife as he turns his gaze away from tim , back out at the horizon. “ look , kid , i ain’t happy about this. but , it is what it is. let’s just get it over with. “          /          @shikrasong

[rasenvihe-blog]

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 “A job well done, and like any one who has done a good job, they do deserve a reward. Alas, there is plenty of work to be done.” 

Alas there was nothing else to say, despite being a genius, a master bo staff user, its not enough for Ra’s Al Ghul who only required absolute certainty among other things. Almost likened the younger assassin to a robin would be a disservice. 

 “Lady Shiva has been sent to a mission within North Korea, so you would find her rather absent for the next week days. Perhaps take some time to rest.”

[hoodedmenace]

shikrasong said: ‘ i love the sound you make when you shut the fuck up  .’ / twitter memes.

   “When I get out of this, I’m gonna shred your face open on the pavement,” Jason hisses, wriggling. Sure, he’s a master escape artist, but even then he has his limits when he’s fully roped up up-side down in an old ship-docking port. If he can just... move his hand a little bit more...

   “If you have any better ideas, please share them with the fucking class.”

[hopesburned]

                                  “ it’s too early for this bullshit , kid. “       there’s a mug of coffee in her hand , the other one holding her head up in an attempt to stop herself from falling asleep. it had been a LONG night , she hadn’t gotten back until just a few hours ago , bags laden with jewellery and other sparkly things.      she hopes she didn’t wake him during getting back into the apartment , but she’s a little annoyed he seems so chipper for once.

                                 “ i gotta make a drop in an hour and a half. you wanna come with me , or do you have plans ?? “

                                             /               @shikrasong

[pitreborn-blog]

@shikrasong

the move nearly startles tim into knocking over his coffee , his hand darting out to right the shaky cup even as he stares up at jason in slight shock . it’s not something he expects from jason . hell , MOST of the people tim knows wouldn’t do it : bart prefers lightly POKING tim’s bruises while conner silently FRETS . the only person he can think that would kiss the bruise is the man who gave it to him , but dick hasn’t tried to come apologize yet - it’s just jason .

his head tilts , arching a brow at jason as he rambles to explain himself and fighting the grin that wants to spread over his face , only allowing himself a little smirk . “ i don’t know if i should be flattered at the instinct or offended by the association , ” tim mutters , looking down at his food and starting to mix chicken and rice before he glances back at jason . “ it was a little weird . but it’ll make good blackmail . ” not that tim has recording equipment or cameras or anything watching his place . nope .

“ just eat , jason . my head’s fine . ” it HURTS , and tim’s probably got a very minor concussion , but it’s not a big enough deal for kisses , in tim’s opinion . though he WILL be holding that over jason’s head for FOREVER now .

jason feels a slight smugness as he watches tim almost knock his coffee over. part of him wants to scold him for drinking it when he’s sustained a head injury , but he knows he has no right to lecture anyone about health and healing. the other part of him is completely mortified about the fact he had just kissed tim’s bruise , like he would do one of damian’s injuries. honestly , if someone wanted to break in and murder him , he’d be thankful. he sees tim’s smirk , and the sudden urge to smack it off his face is very strong , but he doesn’t move to do it. “ take your pick. don’t care. “ he mutters , narrowing his eyes slightly. he scoffs , rolling his eyes slightly as he listens to him. “ for fuck sake , “ as if tim needs any more black mail material when it comes to jason. the kid had pictures of him in scaly green hot pants , after all , what else did he want ??  “ yeah , you wanna try tellin’ that to the gross lookin’ bruise takin’ residence on your temple , buddy. “ he mumbles , shovelling a forkful of his own food into his mouth , if only to distract himself from the absolute nonsensical action he’d just done. he’s going to throw himself off a building to get away from the embarrassment , probably.