#sidxiil

[jp-todd-rp]

closed starter for @sidxiil | no capes/youtube AU

Jason generally considered himself pretty relaxed, despite his circumstances. Hell, he could have turned out a hell of a lot worse in his own opinion, thank very fucking much.

Being orphaned at 10 in Gotham's poorest district to being adopted at 12 by Gotham's richest man had been a bit of a whiplash, granted. And the kidnapping at 15 hadn't really fucking helped matters either.

Between then and now, there had been enough familial drama to fill a novel, but here Jason was, in his own apartment, that he had paid for with his own money, and despite everyone's misgivings, he was doing what he loved doing in perfect anonymity.

Like absolutely cursing the hell out of the orange Among Us character that had just stabbed him in the back.

Yes.

Pretty relaxed.

''That absolute fucker, I vouched for them in the last round!'' he exclaimed to his chat, who seemed utterly beside themselves with laughter at his misfortune.

[blxckhxnter]

“Making a bad name for us archers out here.“ Roy stated. His figners itching to grab an arrow from his quiver (sidxiil)

The Black Hunter turned his attention to Roy his bow ready in his hand.

"You have some nerve little Arrow. But maybe I am the one giving us archers the right name, after all aren't we all hunters?"

[firstrobin-to-worstrobin]

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞ (sidxiil)

"What-?" Dick asked, far louder than he really needed to be.

"Nah, I'll be jus-fine." He grinned at his friend before throwing back another shot only getting about half of the liquid in his mouth. It wasn't often the Dick got this shitfaced, but he was definitely going for it that night.

[l0ng-livethe-queen]

@sidxiil ll “Are you alright?” 

“Fine.”

He released the tight string letting the arrow shoot right through the target. The wood from it splintered as he drew again.

“Just fine .”

Oliver huffed as he let it fly again with more force behind it, shooting right through the arrow he had shot there initially. Splinting both wood and arrow together.

He pulled again.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said, his voice held a certain bite as he pulled the bow so hard enough if it wasn’t as sturdy as it was it would have broke. Another shot same placement. The wooden target was starting to break with all the shots being so close together. 

He went for another arrow but grumbled a curse when he realized he was out. “Hand me another load would you?” 

[theclownprnc-arch]

@sidxiil liked for a starter!

Much to his disappointment and chagrin, the city was hushed like never. As if everyone suddenly watched the time to make certain they would be in beds way before the clocks would strike midnight. No one to torment, no one to run from — the worst case scenario coming to life right before his jaded eyes. He came prepared for some Thursday night fun. There was a small revolver in his pocket, a humble set of knives under his coat, his favorite deck of sharp cards and a lonely dynamite stick. Maybe a little explosion could drag Batman out of his cave, he pondered.

But he kept strutting ahead, down the dark alley, still hoping that perhaps fortune will smile on him and he would chance upon someone worthy of his attention. Now he wouldn’t even mind bumping into Robin. Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing faint rustle followed by the sound of approaching steps. It was enough to cheer him up. “Who’s there? Come show yourself.” Starting to grin, he looked around and reached for one of the blades. “Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite. That’s not my kind of gag.”

[damianwayneasksandrp]

Robin was in an alley, leaning against the wall. He had fought a bunch of thugs and ended up with a bullet burried deep into his arm and various smaller injuries. He couldn't exactly contact anyone for help since his comm broke. He could just sit tight and try to stop the bleeding as best as he could.

@sidxiil

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They didn’t tell him for some time. They didn’t tell him Roy was kidnapped, and he didn’t know for days- for days he just kept playing superhero house. Going about his business like it was nothing, like it was just another day. 

Then he saw on TV, saw how Arsenal was missing- and it didn’t take long to put two and two together. He went crazy, he hunted. He hunted, beating up anyone who got in his way, beating up anyone who withheld information. He ran crazy, burning building’s and- he did everything, he did everything until he knew, and he knew- he found him. He found Roy. He found Roy. He knew where he is. Finally, finally. 

He went in, guns blaring. He didn’t care who died- fuck the no killing rule. He was getting Roy back, and he was getting Roy back alive. He shot, bullet after bullet until there were nothing but bodies- dead and alive- piling the floor. His own injuries didn’t matter, he didn’t even feel them with all the adrenaline coursing through his system.

Because he saw Roy. Roy... “What the fuck,” He ran over, kneeling in front of the other man, tugging at the restraints until Roy was released. He leaned up, cupping Roy’s cheeks and pulling him close, “Are you ok? Roy, what did he do to you?” He looked Roy over, but the man was not looking good. He looks drugged, hurt, beaten and- fuck, he didn’t look good. 

“Roy, are you with me?”

[aspectorofthemoon-blog]

🍼 (sidxiil)

Marc didn't mind babies. In fact, he was surprisingly good with them. As he was passed the baby girl, he was careful of her head, and he couldn't help smiling a little under his mask as he watched her giggle and wrap her tiny hand around his finger.

There was just one thing that bugged him.

“Whose baby is this?”