#stagexnamexnightwing

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“Promise not to get too upset?” Thomas said the moment he slipped inside and saw his papa waiting for him. 

[sciencespeedster]

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“W-woah woah woah!”

He fumbled, struggling against the hold. It took a moment for him to recognize Wally let alone be comfortable with what was going on. He wiggled, whining and giving him a confused look.

“Wally? What’re you doing?”

He paused, pressing his lips together in a thin line. Immediately regret flooded him, but he froze up and didn’t move back. He did, however, loosen his grip and used his thumbs to rub small circles against Dick’s arm.

“Trying to spice things up?” He mumbled, sheepishly. “Totally botched it, though. Whoopsies.”

[sciencespeedster]

Blue!

blue for an angsty starter

He hadn’t even had the chance to wash the blood off before he stumbled upon Dick’s door. Time was moving strangely, disjointed, and he felt it mirrored in himself. His body was jerky and uncoordinated, because his mind wasn’t really there. Shock. That’s what was going on.

He pressed the doorbell, and bent to support himself with his hands on his knees. He couldn’t breathe. This was too much. This couldn’t be happening.

[sciencespeedster]

@stagexnamexnightwing

“Wally, Walls. I’ll be fine. I’m just running out for some snacks while you heal up. Now–” He gently pried the mans fingers off his wrists and kissed at his knuckles as he carefully pushed him back from the wall towards the bed. “–Lie back down and relax.”

Wally couldn’t push back the sudden panic that took him over. He felt a flush of anger and shame when Dick was able to get out of his hold so easily, and move him back to bed. He was tired- exhausted, weakened, yes, but- but he shouldn’t- he couldn’t get his thoughts straight. His head hurt. He dropped back onto the bed, making a distressed noise.

“No, no, wait, please.” He shifted, wanting to try and get up again. “Bad feelin’bout it, please stay.”

[viictcrious-blog]

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            ‘i really hope you don’t mind me SMOKING. it’s been a stressful night.’

[deadshotisms-blog]

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                 Floyd closes and locks the door behind them, “You gonna’ stay the night? Or should I call you a cab?” He questions looking over to the other, “I’m probably going to stay up for a while longer anyway... and the spare room is done up finally.”