head throbbing, they didn’t even remember what happened—— bad patrol, bad lead gone wrong perhaps. he did remember was one moment he was fighting, and the next moment it was lights out. surprisingly he wasn’t killed; he knew that much— >
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icy blues hover over @decaywings’ peaceful visage, anxiety spiked ‘spite the quiet between them. of all possible outcomes, he wasn’t expecting a moment of carelessness would land him a 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 jason in his arms.
sorting out
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tea caught his nose. “ what the hell happened—— ?” was the first question he asked holding his head, helmet was off, but he was still dressed in his ‘suit’.
pushing the blanket away to fully sit up, before fully alerted by the voice, >
“ the boy wonders—?” as in two of them? this kid had to be joking, there is no way he was telling the truth… besides, bruce had damian now— why would he need three robins? a heavy sigh left his mouth, looking around the alleyway, >
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frail body quivers at the sight
of the elder man , eyes blown
open wide as he tries to
swallow his fear in order to
respond accordingly.
is this how the rogues of
gotham feel when the old
man’s towering …
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who is telling the truth or not.” crossing his arms over his chest, “ it’s about the time he comes out anyway—- just one call, and your little game is over.”
bending down, to the kids level, “ you remind me of someone—“ couldn’t >