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catalystsofchange​:

( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): uncle eddie back at it again...  ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): how long do you think it took him to build that thing? like where do you commission someone to build a human size glass dome? there’s gotta be some questions with that  [ .... ] ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): i want TWO milkshakes and you have to buy me an expensive lush brand face mask. ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): because i am CURRENTLY having to pre-wash off my face mask to come save u from this glass dome of doom ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): who’s your favorite? me? i know it

impulselantern​:

“Part time pitcher, part time art thief. What a life he must live. Do you think he actually is able to steal anything? Or was this the attempt to stop the pitcher life and his skills came in handy?” Steph mused. “You know, one time when Gotham’s power went out I saw two dudes who tried to both steal TVs and they ran right into each other because of how dark it was. Sadly, both televisions were lost. I mean, karma, but what did those poor TVs do to deserve the shattering of death?” She mused as she closed up her belt, taking a step back and watching as Simon poked at the band aid, letting out a hiss. She rolled her eyes in response. 

The comment of his phone being unlocked peaked Steph’s attention, peering over curiously with a delighted, yet evil cackle. “Oh please do. You know he’s going to get his ass chewed out. What’s worse: jail time or Mom’s disappointed glare? Trick question. It’s both at the same time. Which is gonna happen to him when we call his mother.” She was, perhaps, a bit too excited at the prospect. 

greatestarcher​:

( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): the ( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): the first one, the one with the leather jacket. usually the one everyone thinks of bc the other one is Small. well as small as one can be when you’re kryptonian... ( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): REGARDLESS, i think getting you arm gnawed on by jeff would be a much better time than king shark  ( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): jeff is so much cuter!!

“That dude had a killer aim,” Steph said, dabbing gently at the cut on Simon’s forehead with a cotton ball, one of the pouches in her belt open with all the first aid supplies she had. “Like, where do you think he learned to throw a cell phone like that? Enough to nail you right in the head. That’s literally so funny—also, let us mourn that man’s insurance on this phone. He really was committed to getting away with those stolen art pieces.” She mused, wiping off the rest of the blood before putting a purple bandaid over the cut. “There! Good as new. Head injuries always bleed the worst. Thankfully, you should make it out alive.” A pause then Steph grinned a bit, “hopefully. I make no promises. I’m a vigilante, not a doctor.” 

They had been staking out a potential art burglary, and by that Steph meant that she was actually just talking to the Green Lantern and not watching properly. The guy was already halfway down the street with his bag of expensive art pieces from the museum before they realized and went after him. In his desperation to not be caught, he promptly tugged his own cell phone out of his pocket and chucked it right at them. Steph had to commend the aim, even if she knew Simon would glare at her for just that.

greatestarcher​:

( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): omg ( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): stop. i want to squish him ( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): all we get is king shark trying to gnaw superboy’s arm off  ( 📩 → kate 💜🦄 ): i am on my WAY!!! 

thelastbertinelli​:

“Are you serious?” Steph asked, honestly utterly confused at exactly what to do. It was like Helena disappeared and suddenly was in the mafia? Running it even, it seemed. Steph had been in the batcave while Bruce seemed to scowl over the file on the screen before him. She hadn’t reached out, hadn’t tried to keep in touch with any of them. She was unsure of how to react to the entire situation, staff tight in her gloved hands as she stood before the woman in her Batgirl uniform. “Considering there’s no conscious mafia men waiting for you right now it gives you the perfect opportunity to just go, Helena. I haven’t called GCPD, but I will if I have to.” 

catalystsofchange​:

Steph stared at Dick in varying degrees of horror. She got it to a degree. She was a kid who grew up having to make do with what she could for food while home alone almost all hours of the day. But she knew how nasty the Gotham streets were. You had to cut your losses when it came to dropping food, well, anywhere when you dropped it on the sidewalk. Especially Gotham. Though, she couldn’t say that she wasn’t exactly surprised by Dick and just picking the hot dog back up. 

“Do you know how many different feet have walked on this sidewalk? Literally so many. And! And who’s not to say that Clayface hasn’t thrown himself here. You could be eating his clay...body.” She waved at the ground with a disgusted face and huffs, “that’s literally so gross, ‘wing. I will be taking a photo and shaming you in the group chat if you do, I hope you realize. You know that Tim will have a field day with it. Jason. Think of what Jason might use this for? He’ll tell Starfire that you eat hot dogs off the street then she’ll think you’re stinky or something. I know it.” She definitely did not know that, but it was a bluff she was willing to take. 

cxinwayne​:

“I knew the six cherries would get you.” Steph said with a wide grin, her nose scrunching up all happily. It was times like this where she felt like she could actually take a moment to just be. It was hard. It felt like almost all of her life was a fight; a fight to be seen as enough, a fight to stay alive, a fight for justice. There was a select few people she could actually be with, take a moment to simply exist without masks, without a fight impending in the distance. She was sure that Cass had similar sentiments. 

“Twirled? Uh, duh,” Steph grinned, her hand going into Cass’ so that the other woman could twirl her around among the messiness in her bedroom. It was chaotic, but everything had its place. Sometimes Steph wondered if it was a reflection of herself at times. A breathless giggle escaped her as she twirled, swaying easily as the music played in the background. “I’d give the twirl a nine out of ten. You still have the opportunity to make it a ten out of ten, the dance isn’t over yet.” She teased with a grin. 

Steph stared at the man and merely blinked, unsure exactly what to say to that. “It’s a hot dog, dude.” She sighed and tapped her foot a bit, “I mean, I get it. Vegan and vegetarian eating habits are a sustainable alternative and helps the Earth, but man...a hot dog just hits sometimes. Besides, Gotham hot dogs come from even shadier looking carts and I have only gotten food poisoning once.” She informed him while grabbing her order from the man at the cart, “don’t knock it until you try it!” 

Sleepovers with Cass were always fun. Growing up, Steph didn’t have a lot of friends. People didn’t take to her for whatever reason, no matter how hard she tried, so to have someone like Cass meant the world to her. Even in the quiet moments like now where they were simply laying on her bed as a Spotify playlist played on Steph’s laptop in the background, changing into one of her favorite songs.

“Oooh!” Steph beams and sits up abruptly, getting off the bed and making grabby hands at Cass. “Dance with me, Cass!” She let out a huff of breath to get the mess of curls out of her face as she beamed at her. “Pretty please with like six cherries on top?” She jutted her bottom lip out as she leaned in closer to curl her fingers over the other woman’s to try to pull her up to her feet.

catalystsofchange​:

( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): idk i’m on a hot date with me, myself, and i plus a milkshake in a diner rn [ .... ] ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): NOOOOOOO ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): you KNOW i can’t stand that mfer.  ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): as he SHOULD HAVE. kite man wants me to be his nemesis SO bad like. i get it. i’m amazing, but also, dude. it’s just getting sad at this point.... ( 📩 → richard j. nightstick grayson ): what do i get out of this? i want options. 

( 📩 → cass 💛🖤 ): HMMM ( 📩 → cass 💛🖤 ): i think i have do skeletons, but purely because pumpkins have been mean. and also ruined my favorite purple sweater 😡 ( 📩 → cass 💛🖤 ): they got pumpkin guts all OVER me, cass.  ( 📩 → cass 💛🖤 ): plus i saw them steal candy from a toddler. true story.  ( 📩 → cass 💛🖤 ): what about YOU? pumpkins or skeletons?

Steph shoots Tim a tired look, but her lips quirked up in a smile she couldn’t really resist biting back. “I’m covered in pumpkin guts,” Steph started while pulling seeds and pumpkin pulp out of her long hair, “and just saw at least three ghosts. I’d take a romantic stroll literally anywhere else.” She deadpanned, pausing her attempts at getting the various pumpkin goop out of her hair to reach out and pick some of the slimey mess out of Tim’s curls. 

“Any other ideas, Boy Wonder?” She asked softly, a far too infatuated look on her face as she looked up at her boyfriend from beneath her lashes. 

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