FOLLOWS FOR NIX FOR BEGIN AGAIN

stxrsfires​:

[ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Hey, my messes add character to my place, I just don’t have time to clean up 😓😓 [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Alright, just making sure 😘 [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Id hate to be a distraction [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Ha, close enough, though pretty sure most of this stuff is just connecting the dots that arent really there [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : You know, normal detective work, but with less capes and cowls 

daisyquakes​:

❛ no, talk about his ass, please ❜ 

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          Contrary to popular phrasing: Dick Grayson hated people talking about his ass.

          Glutes were just a side effect of working your whole life to be in peak physical condition. He’d been a flyer since he could hold onto a horizontal bar, he’d literally been training for the work he’d been doing as far back as he could really remember. It took work to be able to act like you were in a circus aerial act without any bars or nets, and that came with training and enough work in the field to make any secret operative wonder how the hell he’d been playing this game for so long.

          So forgive him when the minute someone starts to talk about his butt, while in skintight kevlar triple weave no less, the white lenses of his mask squint a little.

          “Most Gotham criminals don’t wear capes,” He chirped, though a little less friendly with all the... Nevermind. “Most of them actually dress up for their arrests.” The number of times he could remember seeing them in suits. Harvey, Oswald, Eddie, all dressed to the nines while their jaw met his elbow. But this was just your average joe causing a ruckus. If he took the time to really scope out the scene, he might find some kind of gang patch sewn onto his jacket, a tattoo somewhere that showed allegiance. Henchmen were everywhere, you just had to look closely enough. 

          “We wait,” the bird commanded, still half-hidden in shadow. “Things are bound to get tricky one way or another. You just have to time it right.” A flick of the wrist and a blue bird-shaped ‘rang appeared in gloved fingers, the arm holding it tense and waiting patiently. “You watch for the telegraph of a lunge, or a punch. Then you jump in.”

          K R A C K ! ! !

          “You came all the way to Haven just to make that joke?” But the vigilante was still smiling, just barely squinting the white eyes of his mask as he followed through on the backhand strike, one more robbery attempt flattened with a perp face down on the pavement. Slow night, Dick wondered silently, considering he’d caught the small group right before they committed the act... Still, wouldn’t help if they’d hit any other stores before, the law was not kind to any repeat offenders. With a hefty breath, he shouldered his weaponized escrima and got to work on the ‘clean-up’: zip-tying the barely conscious would-be criminals and patting them down, checking for weapons, goods, anything. Wouldn’t help the local PD if they had the evidence still hidden away. 

          “You’re a bit of a ways from home, Wonder Babe,” Dick joked back, another black tie coiled around the group of bound wrists to make sure none of them could separate. No stragglers, you bring them all in and stop the source. “What made you come looking for your favorite felon?”

stxrsfires​:

[ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Hi, Princess 😘😘😘😘 [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Oh youre too sweet, you didnt have to do that [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Though it does save me the pain of making my own and cleaning up after [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Only if you want to, I don’t want to keep you from your work 💙 [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Then again I might not be too fun, theres a couple of cases i might bring home to sift through if i can sneak them past security [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : That and ive been meaning to get out and patrol, but youre always free to come and go as you like [ ✉ ⟹ ✨🌟Starlight🌟✨ ] : Someday we might just live toget [ DELETED ]

ofhelenabertinelli​:

          “Maybe so. What about it?” Dick chuckled, a bit of a shake in his head as he started to take in the surroundings. It was a reflex to take account of his exits, his available weapons, even if he was in friendly territory. It didn’t take long for him to snap out of it, noting the booze and the couch. How could he say no? This was the friendliest she’d been to him in... Well, nearly a year, he’d have to guess. She was a good resource and an even better connection. One or two drinks couldn’t hurt. It was a birthday they were celebrating after all. “I am too,” he admitted. “I would’ve gone snooping faster, but I didn’t really have access to your own personal record.” Sure he did, he just liked to stay out of the Batcave. He was sure Bruce knew it, or deduced it. Whatever.

ofcosmicwonder​:

          “I can try my best, though you, like the rest of them, can be extremely stubborn.” That got him grinning again. Damn, she really did have a way of bringing him out of a funk sometimes. They all did, truth be told, but a leader had to have the discipline to separate his work from his play, and right now it was work that was directly on his mind. Work that the rest of them should also be worried about, if not for their invulnerability or super-healing. There were people out there that could do much worse than what Roy was healing from, even to his Super-friends. Him being one of them.

          “... We are a bit different from the big-time, huh?” The League. Almost all of them had connections to members, or at least part-members. It was kind of treated like that was the goal, the candy at the end of the rope. “... No one questions Batman.” It’s a dead lie, but at least most people don't outwardly question him. As far as he knows. God, why was he second-guessing all this stuff? Shouldn’t he be set about all this?? Once again, he pulled his face into a tight frown. “... Fine. I’ll talk to him. Later. I doubt he’ll even listen.”

stxrsfires​:

          Dick... Was confused himself. There was something deep inside of him that never wanted to let go, that wanted to pursue this crazy love he’d found himself over and over again, one that they kept stealing in heated glances and even hotter fights when they were apart. As far as human empathy went, Dick had trained himself to feel it less outwardly, but the pain he saw on her face... God, it’s almost as bad as if...

          Dick felt the heat before he saw it, and he tensed, his sad eyes hardening just for a moment as he readied himself to dodge, leap out of the way of an oncoming bolt. If he got hit, well... He was sure he deserved it, but he’d become so accustomed to ducking and flying out of the way. If he thought about it too much, it might even become a metaphor for the conundrum he faced in that very moment. “I...” He started, face hardening further as his brows creased, trying to come up with some logical answer. In truth, he had no idea. He didn’t want to claim it was soul mates, those kinds of things didn’t exist, and if they did there’d be scientific papers on the phenomena. He would’ve read them, studied them, known the links so he could better his crime-fighting through just the understanding of human emotion... And yet, this confused the ever-loving shit out of him. Why was he still holding on? Why wasn’t he running away? Why did he want to stop freaking out about something ridiculously dumb and just ki-

          “I...” He began again, the words catching in his throat. Slowly, his grip loosened, the hand dropping to his side, dim eyes looking down at the concrete beneath his feet. “I don’t know... I genuinely do not know.” Defeat laced between his words, like he’d been too late to the scene of a crime. He wasn’t the worst when it came to an unsolvable riddle, but the fear at the back of his mind... It wasn’t helping in the slightest. “I... I’m sorry, I just... I need some time to think. I need to... Get my head on straight.” Dick tensed further as soon as the words left his mouth. They sounded a bit too familiar. He’d used them before. “But... God, I just... I have to think about all of this.”