Gonna Go Play In My Carrd Again Then Maybe Icon A Lil

smears   of   green,   streaks   of   blue,   dots   of   red   like   stars,   it's   a   tapestry   from   within   the   speed   force.   wally   wonders   how   much   dick   could   make   out;   how   many   of   these   fleeting   instances   he   remembers?   (   wally   remembers   most,   if   not   all.   )   /   a   single   long   second,   it   spans   a   thousand   years,   the   shifting   of   body   weight——   the   familiar   warmth,   let's   say   they're   both   lucky:   one   misstep   &.   they're   both   gonna   be   joining   those   smears   of   color.   not   exactly   the   best   way   to   start   a   reunion   /   date.   he   won't   have   it   hanging   over   his   head,   not   when   dick   already   had   plenty   to   dangle   already.

slowing,   wind   goes   from   roar   to   a   hushed   whimper,   all   the   colors   unstretched   becoming   plain.   only   stopping   when   they're   alone,   only   stopping   when   there's   no   danger,   no   risk,   no   nosey   reporters   eager   for   a   story   nearby.   luckily,   every   hero   kept   a   safe   house——   some   more   private   than   others,   but   this   one,   he   knew   better   than   most.   eyes   glow   with   faint   traces   of   the   speed   force,   jolts   of   blue   lightning   that   fade   to   reveal   warm   green   eyes.

❛   easy   !   easy   !   gentle   with   the   nose,   birdbrain.   ❜   head   shakes,   trying   to   brush   off   touch.   ❛   half   the   fun   of   going   out   to   dinner   is   enjoying   the   smells——   whatya   gonna   do   if   you   hurt   this   prize-winning   asset,   huh?   ❜   light   jest,   still,   despite   reaching   temporary   destination   ...   wally   doesn't   put   them   down.   grip   tightens   ever   so   slightly,   subconsciously   leeching   more   warmth,   eager   to   stretch   one   second   into   thousands.   features   flush,   a   faint   hint   of   red   against   light   skin.   ❛   i   missed   you,   dick.   ❜

CONTINUED FROM HERE. dick & wally. / @amcssing

bad habits die hard; especially when they don't consider it entirely bad. its always been a talent of his, the disappearing act, since he was a child long before he donned the cape of robin. the circus crew had to be good at not being seen, after all. nightwing had to be even better. he tends to forget that there can be exceptions to this rule----even decades later.

he remembers when he reappears, of course. the mild twinge of wally's mouth makes it obvious. the tiniest pang of guilt hits, but it's replaced with an easy smile and a quip. when he opens his mouth again, he nearly swallows air, and his i told you not to carry me like this is quickly abandoned.

------ " your treat ? " he says between the wind, when wally finally slows enough, when his mask is no longer the thing keeping him from going all but blind in the velocity. when it is safe, mis-matched colored fingers lift to poke the speedster directly on the nose.

" since you asked. date etiquette and all, KF. " a dramatic swing of the legs, a hollywood imitation of romcom tropes, though the wave of giddiness isn't fake.

then, quieter, more serious: " meant it, walls. i didn't mean to take off again. "

this blog exist for more than crackships and memes. I swear I’m a totally serious blog.

did   she   sigh?   maybe   at   his   response   (   or   her   own   lack   of   clarity.   )   sometimes,   words   were   more   dangerous   than   back   alley   thugs   and   supervillains.   comparing   them   to   her   skills   in   combat   —   well,   her   litany   of   ways   to   express   herself   was   deeply   lacking.   all   too   often,   she   knew,   that   she   came   off   as   vague   or   obtuse.   it's   better   at   home,   though,   better   with   people   who   speak   in   action   over   words:   that   really   spoke   cass.   still,   there's   a   problem,   and   batkids...   are   pretty   good   at   coming   up   with   a   solution.

❛   very.   ❜   she   surmised   —   in   the   dark,   the   faintest   smile   plays   on   her   lips.   scaling   the   walls   would've   been   easier,   springing   between   the   towering   brick   walls.   could've   done   it   in   her   sleep,   too;   it's   her   first   instinct,   actually.   but,   she   freezes.   civilian,   right.   thus,   her   plan   changes.   luckily,   there's   a   fire   escape   nearby.   better   than   nothing   for   getting   them   off   the   streets   (   and   away   from   the   thugs   that'd   come   looking   for   their   buddies.   )   it's   gotham;   nobody   goes   anywhere   alone.   jerking   her   chin   towards   the   ladder,   she   reaches   for   it   —   rising   on   her   tiptoes,   although   doomed   to   fall   short.   ❛   mind   giving   me   a   boost,   er,   ...   ❜   right,   she   never   asked   his   name. 

Yusuke thought the Japanese underworld was ripe with dangers, the West really had arguments to share. While most crimes were organized in Japan, Gotham demonstrated exactly what chaos meant. However, lucky for him he’s even found himself a partner in crime on this night to aid him in the fighting. Ha, his mother would never believe him when he tells her he’s gotten into a little scrap and he wasn’t the one who caused it. Once she extended her hand he realized once again that this isn’t Japan and so Yusuke responds in kind by shaking her hand, holding her firmly.

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧.   ❞  Not because he felt she has a good grip of her own, but just the way she moved..like she’s accustomed in taking down the local thugs and if that was the case he was beginning to feel sorry for them. “Up..” He then looks up, the only thing he’s able to see beyond the opposing walls that make this alley was the cold starless night. “Don’t exactly see an elevator t’ get up there.”

CLARK / @amcssing ——— a blur of azure, a flicker of red, a dash of gold—— it’s the roar of wind, the tearing of sound then the chill of the tundra. crystal shards stacked high, threatening to pierce heaven itself yet … they would never. gently it holds the world aloft, an icy place of solitude and respite, a place where even heroes might rest: a fortress. ears perk, catch the sound of clicking heels, the gentle shift of blonde hair, the sound of plush lips made stern. a boom—— a clap of thunder, the roar that announces the elation of flight before he appears. clark hovers, weightless, blues peering at her with a stars luminosity. warm, inviting, kind. boots tap the ground gentle, no longer content to linger above … no, eager to stand beside. cape swishes, faint traces of wear, a battle fought and won. strong fingers, warm like flame cup her cheeks, forehead resting against hers. ‘I’m starting to think you like the fortress of solitude way more than I do, Emma. Trying to live up to the last name?’

SHE FEELS HIM BEFORE she hears him, sees him, before the wind shifts and suddenly he is here. summer fruits / warm flannel / old folk music / sunsets. her silence interrupted but for once, it is welcome, this cacophony of thoughts running mile - a - minute . the moment her mind can touch his, the rigidness of her shoulders seems to melt.

lashes flutter shut, brushing the cheeks lifted with touch. his hands are calloused----how are they so soft ? questions she'll never ask because she doesn't care for an answer. first time she's had that thought since her arrival, which was, how long ago ? emma loses track of time here with an unnerving ease. or perhaps comforting ease.

-- " can you blame me ? "

it isn't a real question / he would never. he would never blame her for her loneliness, her wondering. and wondering she has been: her curse is to think, after all. to think of her responsibilities, her loves, her life. her failures. broken children, broken heroes. for every time she attempts to protect the metahumans, does she do anything but paint targets upon their backs ? her heart so open, yet caged.

he frees it. instantly. emma looks up into eyes full oif hope and the glacier melts, so does her gaze. a forehead 'gainst chest. something solid to lean against / not violent, but fierce. unmoving. she is diamond, but he is her rock. holding her down to the ground despite his ability to fly. perhaps that's what drew her in, after all these years; someone with a genuine want to hold her without suffocating. protect, not control. an open mind both literally and figuratively, easy to forgive and easier to trust.

his mindsong hums against hers, and she doesn't read them, just listens. enjoys the comfort of his alien mind with hers, his very human embrace.

-- " ... i apologise. i should have had batman inform you i was leaving. you didn't need to rush here so suddenly. "

i   still   have   thane   brain   rot,   so   sorry,   but   it's   more   on   battle   now   after   some   plotting   the   other   day.

anyways!   calvary   units   played   a   crucial   part   in   many   conflicts   pertaining   to   inodal.   for   most   of   the   same   standard   reasons:   improvements   to   mobility,   greater   height   in   combat,   greater   mass,   and   the   general   intimidation   of   horses   charging   into   conflict.   in   a   way,   horses   were   as   valuable   as   gold   during   battle   times.

yeah,   so   to   shorten   a   long   story,   thane   ruined   that.   even   the   most   steeled   war   steed   couldn't   make   itself   approach   thane.   more   often   than   not,   they   would   scatter,   leading   to   chaos   amongst   the   ranks   and   injuries   to   their   own   riders.   in   an   instant,   calvary   units   were   more   of   a   detriment   to   the   most   critical   conflicts   in   wars   of   the   surrounding   kingdoms.   lands   they   prided   themselves   on   horses   went   from   regarding   the   creature   highly   to   seeing   a   sharp   downturn   in   their   usage.

a   few   other   ways   things   changed   were   how   strategies   differed.   with   more   general   warfare   standardized   again,   the   lack   of   horses   slowed   conflicts   more   than   in   years.   it   did   become   a   gambling   game   to   keep   a   horse   just   to   catch   wind   of   an   ambush   since   thane   can't   mask   his   presence   from   them.   it   became   a   way   to   locate   him.

over   time,   though,   with   the   manipulation   of   information,   calvary   was   reintroduced   for   inodal.   since   they   knew   where   thane   would   be,   they   could   put   their   calvary   units   out   without   worrying   about   them   entering   a   frenzy.   it   became   a   one-sided   advantage,   did   not   do   wonders   for   enemy   morale,   and   made   many   skirmishes   easy   pickings   for   the   soldiers   of   inodal. 

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