#thetitansleader

[beyondthetemples]

[thejokenobodygets]

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You’re my favorite Robin.

I promise not to kill you with a crowbar.

I know Batman’s real identity.

[thejokenobodygets]

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[oxsugarxcoatedxo]

cries cause my otp is on my dash talking and that is just tOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE

all they are doing is talking

I have a problem

[msbedazzled]

thetitansleader entered the Shack

Mabel was busy stocking up the shelves with Grunkle Stan bobble heads and other souvenirs when she heard the bell on the door jingle. Which meant another customer had entered the Shack. She turned her head and saw a boy wearing one of the strangest outfits she'd ever seen. Were those green tights he was wearing? She couldn't help but giggle, she quickly covered her mouth not wanting him to hear her. After she regained her composure she finally spoke.

"Hi there, welcome to the Mystery Shack. Can I help you?" she asked.

[sorceryweaver]

░ { 8D }

░ : My character will snuggle with yours

Were this any other situation—had this involved anyone else—Raven likely would’ve balked… well, balked more at being forced to do… this.

But… when it came to him? Her best friend, her team leader… the one who had literally gone to hell and back with his worst enemy, all to save her?

In all honesty, this merely seemed overdue.

True, Raven might not’ve done this otherwise had she not been given that push, but it would’ve been due more to a lack of courage than any real reluctance. Either way, it had still taken some hours of preparation—plenty of time spent alone and in meditation, just for this small gesture, but she already knew that it wouldn’t be for nothing.

When she was finally ready, a stroke of luck occurred in finding him in a rare moment of rest, lounging alone on the couch. Raven didn’t waste any time: swiftly and silently, she joined her friend and sat down beside him, much closer than she usually would’ve. 

There. The hardest part was already over, she assured herself—even as her hands clenched into fists at her sides and pink rose to tinge her ashen cheeks. 

Without a word of warning or explanation to the boy wonder, Raven forged ahead by laying back next to him and resting her head against his shoulder. Her arms gingerly enveloped him, next, and her form curled in against him; she did her best to relax, allowing her eyes to close and her hands to unfurl. Her face only warmed further, and the faintest tinkling of one of the kitchen’s lightbulbs shattering to bits could be heard in the background—but she didn’t speak, nor did she pull away. With her head tucked against the junction of his neck and shoulder, and one palm resting against the ‘R’ logo just over his heart, she was acutely aware of the smell of hairgel and soap and the slightest tinge of sweat (and how altogether, his scent was… comforting), of the rhythm of his pulse seeming to hum in time with hers…

Raven sighed contentedly, and wondered why she hadn’t done this sooner.

[sorceryweaver]

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[thejokenobodygets]

Go mess with the Bat. The kid's mine.

Uh, sure, buddy. Sure.

Except for the part where you forget that uh, I’M THE JOKER and I KNEW THIS KID FROM BACK WHEN HE WAS WEARING LITTLE GREEN PANTIES.

You may live closer to him and all that, but uh.. I’m pretty sure I’m still the one who gives him the most nightmares at night.~