the bullet never beat me

"That was your kidney. That's your liver. And this. You know what this is? It's your damn spine." an independent roleplay blog sc_online_t(562823,"","a71117"); Users Online Counter

[heroforhollywood-archive-deacti]

Barbara!

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

You look healthy.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Does this mean I won’t be getting into any trouble? I was hoping for some work.

[soldieronundaunted-deactivated2]

Well, Gotham could, certainly, do with your help and there have been developments in the city but, as for with the family, it has been quiet. 

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

I love you, Alfred.

[killednotmurdered-deactivated20]

Not this time, Babs.

Just wanted to drop by and say hello to my favorite redhead.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Well, now you've done so.

Time for you to leave.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Brandon.

[soldieronundaunted-deactivated2]

[ He smiles at her and nods; he’s thankful she didn’t rush straight to the billionaire, he did like talking to Barbara. ]

Honestly, not much, it’s been rather quiet in your absence.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Does this mean I won't be getting into any trouble? I was hoping for some work.

[sonofthecowl-deactivated2016011]

{ He stands still in position before jumping back, flipping three times before touching the ground again. }

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Impressive as usual.

{ Her features are reserved, the crack of a smile at the corner of her mouth. }

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Right. What do you want, Jason.

[killednotmurdered-deactivated20]

Do I really have to want something?

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

You usually do.

[killednotmurdered-deactivated20]

Can’t you say hello?

I’ve been a good boy, I promise.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Right. What do you want, Jason.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

imnotquicksilver replied to your post: I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation…

Yes, yes definitely.

How old are you, again?

[killednotmurdered-deactivated20]

thisisyourfuture

If it isn’t the illustrious Batgirl. Boy, am I lucky today.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Me however, not so much.

[waywardmartyr-archive]

I’m sure.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

There's no sense in asking how you've been, I suppose.

[sonofthecowl-deactivated2016011]

Performed a perfect triple flip.

Go me.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Do it again.

[waywardmartyr-archive]

Why are you back? Go away.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

I missed you too, Erik.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

She's coming in, 12:30 flight. The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation. I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies... he turned to me as if to say, "hurry boy, it's waiting there for you."

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation...

Did you want a kiss too?

[waywardmartyr-archive]

Apparently forcing a taxi to stop isn’t a popular decision.

I suppose it should have stopped sooner then.

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

Apparently you haven't changed at all.

[soldieronundaunted-deactivated2]

[ He turns to glance back, as if expecting to see the billionaire walk through but, of course, he won’t. ] 

Probably in the cave, perhaps in the study. 

[thisisyourfuturearchive-blog]

{ Barbara squeezes his hand a moment, before moving to the edge of the sofa. She sits, legs curling under her frame. Bruce would come later. }

What have I missed?