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vigilantesandplayboys replied to your post:vigilantesandplayboys: coming from the person who...

dont feed your ego after midnight

Just let me pretend I’ve got an ego because I’m running on limited confidence here

#vigilantesandplayboys #let me write Dick I'm good at that #on both counts

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

Although the corner of Superwoman’s mouth rose in mirth, it was flecked with a sublayer of annoyance. She wanted to draw a reaction out of him, but the last and only time she experienced that luxury was when she crushed the bone of his leg.

“How much of your toughness is just an act?” she cooed. Her finger pulled the trigger, and the gun discharged a electric plasma shot to his chest. It was close range and she frankly had no clue how his armor would hold up to it. You could say she was curious.

L'appel du vide

Though his silence seemed to exacerbate her anger, Bruce continued to keep his mouth shut.  His eyes still narrowed as she suggested he’d in any way enjoyed hurting Dick.  His hands had been steady because he knew they had to be for Dick’s sake.  He hadn’t voiced any protests because he knew it wouldn’t help anything.  No, he hadn’t enjoyed it, and he could still feel the blood on his hands.

What he would enjoy would be landing a few blows on her.  

#vigilantesandplayboys #call of the void

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

#[ home ]

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

you did give me the hard part

coming from the person who literally just complained to me about how I give them the hard parts.

#and I delivered as always

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Superwoman’s eyes dimmed at Bruce. She released Dick’s hand, ignoring the loud exclamation as he clutched the twitching fingers to his chest.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” She tilted her head at him, locks of hair falling over her shoulder. “Maybe I underestimated your bond to Owlman. You seemed so calm while you were cutting his eye out. Steady hands. No protests. Did you enjoy it?”

L'appel du vide

“No,” Bruce said, “I can walk–” he was cut short by the click of Lois’ heels.  He could almost feel the anger radiating off of the woman, and for a split second Bruce thought that their attempt had been for nothing, she was going to kill them both here and now.  But Superwoman seemed to be restraining herself, at least enough that she hadn’t yet broken anything new.

Seeing Dick in pain, again, tempted Bruce to throw caution to the wind and attempt an escape then and there.  The pellets in his boot would affect Superwoman as much as they did any normal person.  But Bruce held his ground, acutely aware of the weapon pointed at his stomach and Lois’ grip on Dick’s hand.

He didn’t entertain her with an answer, though he did catalog her responses.  She seemed to be speaking genuinely when she said Owlman was sadistic, but Bruce found it unlikely that he could be any more dangerous than she was.  They’d both be dead via Superwoman if this continued much longer.

#vigilantesandplayboys #call of the void

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

@cacklingchangeling:

“There’s a great many people who would take advantage of this great day to dish out birthday punches, but since I know FOR A FACT you hit harder from me, I’ll skip straight to this-”

he slings an arm around his neck, smiling widely as his other hand presents a free 2-week trial for LA fitness.

“Happy Birthday, man.”

“Wow, pal. You shouldn’t have.”

And Dick’s tone really meant... you shouldn’t have.

He draped an arm over Gar’s shoulder, almost passive aggressively if it wasn’t for the airy tone. “LA fitness? And a two week trial too. Can’t wait to ditch the Batcave’s state of the art fitness center and cutting edge simulations for this. Really hope I didn’t put you out with this.”

#cacklingchangeling #Ask #ty gar #the true friend #submission

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

“Punny, Tim. Real, real punny.”

#ilietobatman #Ask #t i m... #submission

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

“Only next to you, ya little shrimp.”

#robinexodus #Ask #Bruce is soooooo much older #and he has grey hair #who's the true old one #submission

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

The plan didn’t account for Superwoman or any other potential opponents, but it was good enough. Not like they were brimming with options. It was either get out now or don’t get out at all. Dick was personally biased toward ‘get out now.’

“Do you need me to support your weight,” he asked. The distinctive clicks of high heels bounced distantly off the marble floor and an instinctive shudder traveled down Dick’s spine along with a sudden awareness of the pain in his eye socket. He waited to see if the footsteps passed, but the mechanical lock of the door grated against the metal instead.

“So glad I sold out Donna,” he muttered sarcastically.

“Hands in the air, boys,” Superwoman announced from the doorway where her silhouette was framed against the hallway light, hair falling down in curls. She was holding something that resembled a gun except thicker and more elaborate.

Dick raised his arms up, though he managed to do it with a touch of sarcasm where his left hand was concerned. Y’know. Broken.

“I hear you two are trying to get rid of me.” She stepped inside, each movement slow and relaxed, dripping with mirth. “You let Owlman whisper into your ears like the little poisonous snake he is.” A soft tsk left her throat. “I wonder what he said to win you over so easily. Probably spoke about how much it pains him to see his little Talon hurt so much. Did he spin a tale about the loss of his brother?” She asked, raking her nail up Bruce’s neck. “Come on, darling. You can tell me. What did you have to say to get him to pull through with his side of the deal? Oh, I can’t wait to see the disappointment when you realize how sadistic he is.” Dick caught a sound in his throat as she squeezed two of his broken fingers in her fist, causing his back to slip down the wall.

The ‘gun’ was pointed at Bruce’s abdomen. “I want to be there when you meet his obedient little project, so I can see the realization cross your face when it hits you just how cold-blooded he is. How much you’ll regret playing right into his hands and giving Owlman exactly what he wants.”

L'appel du vide

“The speedster will be susceptible to the voltage on your suit.  I have micro-pellets in my shoe filled with a low-grade sleep toxin.  We don’t have rebreathers, we’ll have to hold our breaths, but that should delay Owlman, at the least.  I memorized the layout of where we’ve traversed in the building, there’s a ventilation shaft on the northeast, it will lead outside.”

Bruce sat down. “Late in the night, I’ll feign a seizure.  You call for help.  The only person who has patrolled the hallway outside has been the speedster,” Bruce knew this because of the abnormal walking pace he’d heard through the walls. “When he unlocks the door, you’ll be responsible for taking him out.”

#vigilantesandplayboys #call of the void

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

And back up Dick went. 

Yeah, he knew where the med stuff was. He'd just find it a lot more enjoyable if Babs was the one lathering his singed skin rather than, y’know, throwing a layer on himself before spending the rest of his lonesome night with his TV set. 

“Since when am I a complainer?”

Dick’s hand browsed his gauntlet for a solvent. Getting the mask off was always the tedious part of the night. He applied the liquid to the edge of his mask and winced as he pulled it gradually from his face. “If I have a burning building tan, you better not laugh.”

He reeked. It was the kind of stink that would linger until she drenched a mop in Pinesol and rolled around the house with said mop attached to her chair. Of course, such a smell could only belong to Dick, doesn’t know how to shower, Grayson. 

“As if you haven’t rooted through my medical cabinets.”

There wasn’t any use in pretending at this point. 

“And aren’t you supposed to carry anything and everything useful in your utility belt? Oh wait–”

Barbara smirked, satisfied with herself. 

Then she rolled forward with one hand on her wheel and the other at his elbow. Barb guided him towards the bathroom closest to the couch. If she had to nurse him then he might as well be at her level.

“If you complain, this is over faster than you can say ‘bye’”.

#blackyellowandread #mwah!

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

☠ ur fucking icon it's scary

da fuk did u say u punk?

#someone please do something about it #how am I supposed to rp seriously with this icon in my face

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

your batglare is weak, young padawan

#vigilantesandplayboys #Ask #well now he's just offended #i guess that's Bruce: 2 Dick: 0 for today

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

//You're so violent :/

*Dick Grayson batglare*

#Ask #HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED #vigilantesandplayboys

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

@vigilantesandplayboys i’m going to punch you

#no context

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

“I’m in the books. You can look me up.”

“-- Guess I’ve just been busier than I realized. Or maybe it’s the night schedule. ‘Night’wing.”

“ Well – that depends.”

“ If the person I knew for so long liked to pull extended ‘disappearing acts’.”The Empath said with a long shrug.” Its good to see you none the less Grayson.”

#spookylilbird

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier.  Tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.

                  ( tagged by @gothamsjollyrayofhope​ another url change!! )   ( REPOST ; DO NOT REBLOG. )

BASICS

name. | avis age. | 20-something pronouns. | she/her sexuality. | aaaaay sexy lay-deeee (ace) zodiac sign. | not a zodiac person taken or single. | single for life three facts. | favorite color is grey; I want to keep up with this account but it’s hard; it’s 2:45 am and I’m tired

EXPERIENCE

platforms you’ve used. | tumblr + a couple others that shall not be named best experience. | I loved comics more pre-tumblr but have met a lot of cool people which make up for it (lifelong friends are cool I guess)

MUSE PREFERENCE

female or male. |  male, who knows why favourite face(s) | nah least favourite face(s) |  multi or single. | it’s Dick Grayson or bust apparently

WRITING PREFERENCE

fluff, angst or smut. | angst > smut > fluff -- fluff puts me to sleep pretty fast but so does smut. just write a bunch of horrible things basically and you’ll have my undivided attention plots or memes. | plots. not sure how well memes and me mesh (try saying that three times fast) long or short replies. | “both. although i do have tendency to turn things that start off short into long multi-para threads…. whoops.” <- same, same

                              ( TAGGING 10 PEOPLE )

@darkmeditation (mwaah, sorry for the delay) @noonesslave (it’s getting close to a year but we will get married) @arsenalofarrowpuns (maybe someday we’ll get past 50 replies on a rp) @vigilantesandplayboys (we’re supposed to kill Dick) @gothamsjollyrayofhope (I’m not tagging you back, I just think you’re cute with your festive urls and am happy to be tagged even though I flake on you. also I’m replying to this really late so you probably changed your url back) @grxyson (insp, ily) @bxmboozled (ty for being chill with our month breaks) @ofkrimson (I still love our plot and I’m glad we’re keeping it going even though we’re more skilled at keeping it on hiatus) @zatanna-annataz (I think you’re a great writer and I always feel bad for flaking. I know I apologize for it every time but I’m reaaaally sorry) @ilietobatman (-thuds head on keyboard- trwyrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

#out of wingdings #the rps i'm trying to keep up with basically

[ladieslovethefingerstripes]

Dick ignored Damian. At this point, they had the bad cop, worse cop routine down pat, and Dick knew Damian wouldn’t cross another line right now. Damian’s threats usually made their jobs easier regardless of whether Dick would actually let the kid go through with it or not.

Now was not one of those times, though. This opponent wouldn’t be worked over from verbal threats alone.

Which made things difficult, because Dick was never one to take physical threats that far. He’d break a few bones, bruise some skulls, but all in all, he left his opponents intact.

Batman’s hand loosened on the knife’s hilt marginally. “We’ll see about that.”

He drove his elbow against the assassin’s skull for a clean knock out, catching the limp weight on reflex. 

“This isn’t right,” he muttered before turning for Damian’s benefit. “We’ll run a DNA test back at the cave. Find out what your grandfather’s up to.”

Visceral Resurgence

Tim flinched at the added pressure to the knife, only because he didn’t doubt Dick would hurt him in his anger. He’d seen Dick’s temper before, mixed with grief it had temporarily flat-lined Joker. Tim wasn’t willing to be next on Dick’s ‘accidental deaths’ list.

“Tim’s dead,” the ex-Robin grunted, carefully controlling his breathing. He knew very well if he tried anything to fight back against Dick he’d be the who ended up on the ground. “I’m just what’s leftover.”

“He’s as dramatic as Drake was,” Damian muttered. The kid had to be given credit for staying back, but that didn’t endear him to Tim at all. 

Ignoring the remark, Tim continued, “This isn’t story time. I’m not spilling my guts for you.”

“I could arrange that.” And this time Damian’s utterance earned him a strong glare from the unmasked assassin, which he returned in equal. 

#ilietobatman #visceral resurgence #your exposition about Dick's accidental death list really struck a chord with him #now he's sad #when Dick is sad you know who has to deal with him? #me #he draws the curtains and casts the room into complete angsting darkness #please think about your actions; it affects my sanity #v; Batman doesn't dance #lia and I share the same batman tag it's beautiful