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[ofnightflying-blog]

“--- Okay, I got this. Just easy goes it.”

“And--- Wait. I, uh. You are totally not witnessing me climb a tree for a snow ball ambush. Totally not.”

[notmalehawkeye-blog]

Her mother was the one with the festive side, baking cookies, decorating the house from top to bottom, buying as many gifts as the cars they owned could hold. And after she died the holidays didn’t even seem to exist anymore in the Bishop household. Her father offered countless amounts of trips just so they didn’t have to stay around the house; Susan gave in, Kate held her ground - but after a small tantrum from her father when she had tried to decorate the house she’d quickly learned to keep all festivities inside of her room.

So surely this year wasn’t going to be any different, she’d picked up a string of lights and was attempting to put them around her room; though she’d gotten all tangled up and she wasn’t sure where the lights ended or began. “Hey, can you help a girl out, please?”

[deadshotxlawton-blog]

“Momma told me to stay here while she finds my daddy. Wanna crayon?”

[deadshotxlawton-blog]

Working Nights | Open

Floyd leaned against the wall, shivering as his back made contact with cold concrete. Damn, really stayed out late this time. Not that it was ever a real problem--as long as he was back before the school’s curfew. But he was later than usual tonight.

Reaching for his pack of cigarettes, a scowl crossed his features. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice. The job had to get done tonight--his employer made that much clear. And Floyd wasn’t the sort to question the people who paid him. Which meant he had to work overtime.

Glancing up as someone approached, a single brow arched as Floyd flicked open his lighter, open flame casting a faint light against his features, illuminating the busted lip and slowly bruising cheekbone. 

Close quarters was never his thing.

“Wasn’t expectin’ anyone else to be awake.” He mused honestly. Flipping the lighter closed, he took a drag before continuing. “Couldn't sleep or what?”

[xharlcyquinn-blog]

“Oy! Ain’t cha eva’ heard of lookin’ where ya are goin’?” Harley hissed, looking straight up at the person who had run into her. “I know I’m not that tall, but ya could still look out an’ down every now an’ then instead a’ running me ova; like a bulldozer! Ain’t cha eva’ thought a’ that?”

[ofnightflying-blog]

Dick allowed himself to collapse into the cushions of the couch unceremoniously, most of his Nightwing uniform still on this person as he laid out in a casual sprawl, his blue domino mask dangling in his hand. “Don’t turn on the light.” He called out as he propped his feet up on the arm rest, hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, arm draped over his eyes, “Just finished a patrol.” 

[deadshotxlawton-blog]

"Can't a guy take a nap in peace?" Floyd muttered, slowly glaring at the person who woke him-intentionally or not, an open trig book being used as a makeshift pillow. If one wanted undisturbed sleep, perhaps a common room was not the best place to crash.

[notmalehawkeye-blog]

She’d started in one of the lounge chairs, tapping away at her laptop - how to do geometry. How to draw shapes with math. How to do math. Math for dummies. Math assignment answers. Please do my math homework for me. - And by the end of it her computer ended up placed on the table across from her, Kate, herself, sprawled hopelessly over the arm of the chair. “I can’t believe I actually agreed to this,” she groaned. Hearing someone approaching she attempted to flip over to catch sight of them but instead found herself sliding off of the chair and straight onto the floor. Sprawled out flat on her back she caught the gaze of the other and gave them the widest grin she could manage, “You didn’t see anything, right?”