ᅠ His arm effortlessly goes around the other until his palm directly squeezed the opposing shoulder——head tilting to the side to rest on-top of the others. “ have you taken any cold medicine at all yet ? ”
ᅠ “ Richard Grayson—are you lying to me? ” Smile gone! he’s dead serious—he knows he’s definitely sick but making this man swallow his pride is what he lived for. And he wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to take care of him.
ᅠ And here comes his dramatic eye roll. plopping down next to the other, arm around his neck so that his palm can rest on the opposite shoulder. Head tilting as he leaned in close. eyes cutting——he would defeat dick with heavy eye contact! +
He had crossed half the city between heartbeats, the wind still whispering past his ears when he landed. Usually he filled those extra seconds with a joke, a grin, something loud enough to cut through the tension that always seemed to cling to rooftops and capes and late-night +
ᅠ almost like Wally was his new grounding beyond the rooftops. Brief silence broken by his intention to backtrack on the remark.〝 And yes——I wanted you to see me. Of course. 〞Not really,the nervous pacing isn’t exactly on par with Batman’s training.
small, absent movement, but it lingered. Then he tilted his head slightly, gaze sharpening in that way it did when he was paying real attention. “Alright,” voice gentler now. “You got me worried.” He leaned a little closer, not pulling away from the contact.
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