#*omnious lip bite*

[flufallo]

Have you ever ridden a skateboard? And, if not, would you want to? <3

I tried too once It really didn't end well... But yeh it would be pretty cool

[brucewaynehater101]

My bad, y'all, but uh... Here:

Also, obviously not strictly canon

Tw: attempted murder, mentions of canonical character death, aggression

Hurt no comfort

Jason... He's frozen. Every muscle in his body is locked as he tries to process the information. Deep down, past the onslaught of numbness and passive dissociation within his brain, several emotions and past experiences rage against each other.

He's not fully present as his lips creak open. "What?"

Tim, observing the older's state, pauses. He winces at his possible misstep and the obvious distress it's causing. "I-"

A omnious creak sounds out as Jason grips his holstered gun. "What did you just say?"

The numbness is being washed away by rage, and Tim nervously notices. He swallows. He can't tear his eyes from the threat in front of him even though the aggression sends bolts of fear into his intestines.

Jason removes his gun but doesn't point it at the younger man.

Tim's eyes flicker down to the gun and then back up to Jason's face. He nods slowly and shifts into a slightly more defensive position. "Superman stopped Batman from killing the Joker."

Jason stills once more.

He checks behind his shoulder before his head gradually swivels back to Tim. Even through the helmet, Robin can feel the oppressive gaze checking over him.

Red Hood doesn't find any wounds. There's no quickness of breath, frantic eye movement, or twitching. Tim is wary, but he's fully aware. He's not under any influence.

"Bruce was going to kill Joker?"

Robin slides a foot backward. He nods.

Jason's hands twitch. "Superman stopped him?"

Another nod.

"Why?"

The other foot slides back.

Red Hood takes a step forward.

They both freeze.

Jason is poised to leap for Tim and the younger one isn't certain he'd be able to escape. He grasps one of the batarangs as he answers.

"Joker somehow became Iran's ambassador. An American vigilante associated with the Justice League murdering the ambassador of a foreign country would have started World War Three."

Every line in Jason's body is tense. His muscles start to tremble with the sheer force and pressure he's exerting over them. His breathing becomes audible and distorted through the helmet as his chest heaves.

"Bruce was going to kill the Joker."

Tim nods.

"Superman stopped him."

Another more hesitant nod.

"Batman never tried again."

Robin grimaces.

Red Hood nods to himself. His head turns away from Robin as he tries to process his bitter acceptance at the inevitability against the crushing weight of disappointment when he had foolishly hoped differently. Jason knew, especially after his confrontation with Batman, that the man wouldn't have tried to avenge him. A crapshoot one-time effort doesn't count when Batman has access to finish the job at any point that clown is rotting in Arkham. The only part that's changed is Red Hood's opinion on the Boy Scout.

He should be used to heroes failing him by now.

Tim, as he sees the fury tightly coiled in Red Hood's fists and the sag in his shoulders, clears his throat. When the eyes of the helmet peer back at him, he tries to defend them.

"It was the right choice."

With the rage suddenly being pointed towards Tim, the teen can't help but flinch.

"What?"

Robin's hand fiddles with his collar as he uncertainly bites his lip. His eyes drift between the very angry man and various escape routes.

Red Hood snarls. "What the fuck do you mean by 'it was the right choice?'" With an angry stomp, he crowds Tim's space until he's towering over the younger kid. "Tell me what you mean by that, Pretender!"

Robin swallows nervously as he raises both hands in front of him. His palms face Jason in both an appeasement gesture as well as in preparation to push away the older teen if it calls for that. Despite the prickling stings of fear and anxiety, Tim continues. He's not one to back down from a threat.

"I mean exactly that. If Batman had killed Joker, it could have drawn America into a war with Iran. Superman made the right choice."

"You think- You-" A frustrated and pained growl leaves Jason's throat as he takes a step back. A hand drifts his helmet as he tries to calm his erratic breathing.

The crime lord releases a bitter laugh and takes another step back. "You actually believe that."

Tim doesn't respond.

There's another huff of resigned humor from Jason at this. "Of course you do." He takes another step back as he shakes his head. "Of course. What was I thinking?"

Red Hood grits his teeth. "Right. Yeah."

His gaze seems to drift to the city as he tries to order his thoughts. His emotions war in his mind, but overall he just feels tired.

"Batman was right not to kill the Joker. What else was I expecting?"

[datatheft-moved]

❣

              ❛       after today,   i think it’s safe to say you owe me one.      ❜

he’s beneath her,   angling back in his chair with broad arms folded STOIC across his chest.      infiltrator STANDS,   single clawed hand perched against her hip as she arches forward, stares down the dark shadow cast over the reds of his eyes.       ❛      and i think you know what i want.      ❜       omnious near threat.     he doesn’t speak,   hardly moves.      he knows what she wants,   and it stirs something almost akin to a growl that begins and dies in his throat.      he won’t stop her,   but he won’t HELP her.      violet lips curl to a smirk.      she reigns victorious in this,   and her grin does nothing but flaunt it.      she wouldn’t have this any other way.

sombra slides forward to occupy the space above him,   settling comfortably in his lap.      he stiffens,   squared shoulders seizing under new proximity.      she can feel the weight of his glare beneath ivory mask,   but sombra doesn’t fear phantom retribution.      worlds too bold,   eager to CHALLENGE his comforts.      she won’t stop now, adamant will unbroken,   like she doesn’t know how back down.

she’s gentle,   at least,   as cowl is drawl back from his crown.      the woman stares at him a moment,   as if expecting to feel talons grip her wrists and halt prying grasp before his VEIL can be removed.      but he allows her,   and that surprises even she who claims the status of eternally unvexed.      gloved hand palms steady shoulder,   bionic gaze dedicating charred features to memory.      she traces the line of his jaw.      ghosts across scarred skin paled by death and torn at its seams as he holds himself together in every sense of the word.

sombra doesn’t feel him shift until his hands find purchase against her hips,   grip steadying.      tight,   but non threatening.      and she arches a brow,   dares lips mold to a crooked sneer.      hacker doesn’t wait.      mouth warm and inviting as it crashes with his.      she DEVOURS him with all the force she can congregate,   rough and tender and very nearly COMMANDING as once soft palm takes firm hold of his jaw.      she rids them of breath,   pause for air accompanied by a tender bite of her own incisors against his lip.      his grip toughens,   claws sharp against the skin,   but she doesn’t complain.

and for once,   neither does he.

‘   ❣  FOR RANDOM KISSES !       10. ASSERTIVE KISS  *  NOT ACCEPTING.