#v:yj

[boyxblunder]

impawsiblegar

    "I uh think it's about time you organized your souvenir trophies--you're becoming a hoarder."

[boyxblunder]

dxckwithwings 

    "I know you're just looking out for me...but I'm not going to do anything reckless that will get me killed."

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the-impulse

     "--Could've sworn I left my pudding cup on this table...Bart did you see it?"

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pearlofthenight

                                             ”You are going to get out of this.”

                            the voice that spoke was different, from before. it was softer.                              despite the mask the one who spoke was Bruce. Not Bruce                              Wayne. Only Bruce. His tone the same as the one he used                              on Dick when he could not sleep because of his nightmares. 

                          he sat on his knees, hands pressed against a wound.  An act                           which had lost it’s meaning. the blood she need was gone, as                           it covered hid hands. her life was on his hands in every sense                               of the way. if he had simply not let her go. If he had simply                           listened to the voice inside him telling it was stupid to make a                           child do something that was his job and the girl would be alive                                                     if he had simply done this job 

     & Nagi laughed, the sound changing into a hacking       cough after the first few sounds of wet laughter, and       blood trickled down her mouth. Fluid was building up       in her lungs from the bullet wound, and she couldn't       help but see the irony of the situation--                                                                         --that she was going to die the                                                                            same way she killed her first                                                                            victim at eight years old. 

{戦士} - "Thanks," she murmured, her                voice getting weaker, and it                was clear that she was going                to be          g o n e          soon. 

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Training / Closed - the-green-archer-with-attitude

                 Nagi glanced up from her laptop screen, hearing footsteps echoing in the Cave. Too heavy to be Robin or Miss Martian, the latter of which mainly floated around, but too light to be Superboy, Aqualad, or Kid Flash. That left Artemis, the resident archer.

                 Nagi had known Artemis for a long time, which she was certain that Artemis had no awareness about. Sportsmaster and Shi no Tenshi, while not close, were two parents trying to force their kids in the family business, so Nagi had seen Artemis once before her, either of their actually, hero gig, since the two parents, if they could even be an example of the word, wanted to see how their training matched up.

                 Nagi glanced behind her, and, aha, it was Artemis walking towards her.

{戦士}--"Do you need something?" she said in lieu of a greeting, raising an eyebrow.