#psychosprey

[cupidquinn-moved]

@psychosprey​: "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't go about stealing things right in front of me, Harls. If you want it that bad then gimme a little time, and I'll make you a ring like it- you don't have to steal the whole display. In front of everyone. Including me. In costume."

     He had just appeared at her elbow. No tricks, no mirrors, although to be fair she had been heavily distracted by the absolute sparkler she’d slipped onto her middle finger and the silly little joke that had went with it. She rolled her eyes at him, grabbed a fistful of tennis bracelets and stuffed them in her bra before giving him the finger.

     “Listen yer cute and all, but i don’t need anyone tah buy me anythin’,” Harley retorted. She pulled a a large, cartoonish gun, aimed it at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. “Toodles, sweetie.” The smoke bomb broke and the vicinity was quickly filled with red and black smoke and a shower of glitter, a more than good enough distraction to help her escape.

[kryptonianclone]

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[laughingmagi]

     “Can’t a bloke have a smoke on a roof in peace? Y’lot don’t own the high places, y’know.” He took a drag and chuckled deeply. “Reckon that’s Catwoman’s domain, innit?”

starter for @psychosprey​

[robin-redrobin-drake]

New Guy | Closed

@psychosprey

Another night dashing across the rooftops of Gotham. Tonight was more than the usual patrol he did while he was in his home universe. There was someone new about. Seemingly well trained, but an unknown. Tim doesn't love unknowns.

For the last 3 nights, he'd tracked the general route this "Osprey" had followed and tonight, he's ready to make contact. He'd been on the radar, but with so many other things going on and with him not causing any real damage, he'd been a low priority.

Tonight, with no big cases, no emergencies, and nothing else pressing to do, Tim is crouched on the roof of a tall apartment building kind of in the middle of the general route he's seen this guy take and he waits. It would be just his luck for this guy to not show tonight, but he's patient. Besides, he doesn't want trouble, just to make contact.

[brokentoys]

given that what ed did was the equivalent of sneaking into someone’s yard by jumping over the fence, then using their swimming pool without their permission or knowledge, i don’t think ed was being THAT considerate.

[gothamreporter]

&. STARTER-CALL - @psychosprey

The number of people running around in suits and claiming to be vigilantes was starting to be annoying. One could only write "blank stops blank" so many times before going cross-eyed. One moment that was being more common then she would like to admit is random suits appearing and either a) demanding to be interviewed, b) demanding she leave whatever was she doing (laughable) or c) trying, and failing, to look as if they were the dark knight himself.

“ Should I even bother asking what the actual fuck? “

[prettykittykyle-blog]

@psychosprey

     she was really getting tired of all the bird themed people. Batman? fine. makes sense. Gotham was a gothic town filled with bats anyway. Robin? alright - a little song bird helping out the big bad bat. birds flocking together and all that. but then came Batgirl. Batwoman. Raven. Black Canary. Hawkwoman. and those were just the females who chose a bird name. just once she’d like to meet up with someone like Leopard-Man or Tigress or hell Ch- no. wait. scratch that. she has had her fill of Cheetahs as much as she had her fill of birds. 

“you know - little boys should stay away from big bad kitty cats. never know when she might be looking for a plaything to claw up.”

[lcsthumanity]

Yo I know y'don't follow me or anything but I just wanted to say I love, love love your interpretation of Rick and my heart died when Carl did.

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Thank you though??? I really appreciate this?????I try not to follow many people because I tend to get overwhelmed but I’m still so glad you enjoy my writing!

[neverheardof]

@psychosprey

“Have you ever thought about how weird you gothamite’s costumes would look like out in the daytime?”

[psychosprey]

10a

Adrian Peltiers, college student of Gotham City University; in the computer science lab after hours. He was getting some extra "coaching" in with his professor Barbara Gordon: the hottest teacher on campus, and that was saying something. Didn't help matters much that he was biased, what with them hiding their relationship. It had started off as coaching, at first. Coding lessons, to be specific. As inventive as the guy was, he was better with solder and scrap metal than he was with computers; and she practically built the school network from the ground up. But as time, proximity, and familiarity played their parts, while he was focused looking over the lines he'd written, she had apparently taken her attention onto other, more organic code; engrained in the human mind since time immemorial. Bottle green eyes washed over his frame, hunched as it was over the computer- it gave her a perfect view of his back, taut and toned as he was; every bit the athlete. Even if she hadn't noticed the backdoor into her server so long ago, it wasn't hard to tell that this man was built for spandex. The one lament the Oracle had, was that she couldn't see his ass. Oh, sure, she had seen it plenty of times. During games, or when he was out on patrol, usually; not that she'd admit to keeping tabs on his knightly activities, especially when doing so would not only reveal her identity, but the inadvertent voyeuristic rush she got whenever he vaulted across the rooftops. Okay, so maybe she had fantasies, she was only human, after all, and the man was not only gorgeous but he (for some inexplicable reason) had a candle for her, too. Which was why her heart was beating faster and her cheeks came to match the red of her hair as she took a chance. First came the door to the lab locking with the click of a button. She didn't need someone walking in; and a footage loop of the previous hour, just in case Ted decided to actually watch the security cameras, for a change. She was thankful for subpar campus security, tonight; it made what came next so much more bearable, even with as vulnerable as she felt, as she took Adrian's left hand with both of her own, and began. Adrian, on the other hand; was taken completely aback. He hadn't noticed the sound of the door, or Barbara's growing blush, or even the touch of her skin until his thumb was against her mouth. And for all the grandiose airs of competence and confidence he put on, the second those plush lips parted and sank over the tip, the man turned scarlet, and turned his hand ever so slowly, using the pads of his fingers to stroke along Barbara's cheek, that radiant, devilish smile of his washing over her like the golden hours of sunrise from the Clocktower. "Your mouth has better uses elsewhere than my fingers, Professor Gordon. Maybe we switch from computer to anatomy lessons, hm?"

[cupidquinn-moved]

     “Osprey? Ain’t that some kinda bird of prey?” She grinned at him widely, unable to resist a joke. “What? Did that team start diversifyin’ or somethin’?”

@psychosprey​ // starter

[laughingmagi]

@psychosprey​ asked: was that a friend of yours ? 

     “Nah — “ Yet he couldn’t stop staring at the body. These things happened of course, and he should be desensitized by this point but he wasn’t. He didn’t flinch but it still hollowed a little something more out of him. “Was tryin’ t’help, yeah? Thing is, I asked ‘em t’stay put, but y’know. They never trust it, do they? Cos it ain’t a fist to a face or some...fuckin’ ostentatious light show.”

[the-schwayest-batman-around]

Psych

@psychosprey

Bruce had told him about Batman Incorporated. It was among the many allies that Bruce had aided in the past. He had supplied them with several pieces of equipment and more under shell companies and actual businesses. After his retirement, several of them continued while others were dropped due to lack of resources when Derek Powers took charge. This was the case with the Osamu Zaibatsu.

One of the top tech companies in the world, the company specialized in every day materials as cell phones and computers to state of the art robotics and circuitry for galactic travel. And Bruce was doing his best to reacquire the company. It was taking a lot of time and that wasn’t stopping some rumors flying around.

Terry was outside the Gotham office to investigate these rumors. The building was packed with dozens of guards and with hardly any opening. But there had to be an easy way in. Terry just had to find it.

[brokentoys]

“ The thought of taking something that could kill me has always been a bit... exciting. I have built Minotaurs - plenty. However... I never put anything sexual on them. They’ve always been weapons. Do you know how awkward it would be if Batman was to fight one that’s... not decent ? I have, however, thought about making one specifically for me... it won’t be the same thing as the real deal. Buuuuut... it’ll help the fantasy. ”

[psychosprey]

He was all smiles, up until her confusion set in; amnesia was the first thing that crossed his features. She looked like Supergirl, she even sounded like her. But New York? Avengers? The name sounded familiar- but from where, he couldn't place, like a barely-remembered dream, or the fragment of a memory. His arms dropped, and concern set in. Though she softened, the domino mask he wore sharpened in contrast; a million possibilities ran through his head. Doctor Psycho? Luthor? Darkseid? No- if it was brainwashing, or amnesia, they'd have turned her into a weapon, and he'd already be dead. Or they'd both be worse off than a simple conflict of identity; and not a one of them would let her keep the hallmark of the House of El. No, this was something else entirely; and whatever may have happened, this Kara wasn't the one he had grown to love like a sister. Focus, Adrian. Recollection and reconnaissance. You trained for this sort of thing.

The way he shifted his head was not unlike the predator he took his name from; swift, concise. Every bit the bird of prey. While he hadn't been to New York, everything was... Wrong. Similar, but wrong. Instead of the Justice League, there were this team, the Avengers; and, judging by the billboard, led by what looked like a capeless Red Tornado, and.... Wonder Man? Or someone similar; perhaps, wherever he was, Steve Trevor was the Wonder of Themyscira. To call the Osprey a bird adrift, was an understatement. "... If this is some kind of afterlife then I'm going to have some choice words with whoever the hell put me here; and they're not gonna be kind ones." His attention returned to the blonde wearing his dearest friend's face, and a resolve born in spite set his features to stone; and, rather stiffly, he took Kara's hand in his own, and gave it a single pump before releasing it. "Then I suppose my introduction is in order. I'm the Osprey, of Gotham City. And I have no idea how I got here, or why; but I do have one question to ask you. How do you feel about crime?"

psychosprey​:

“You’d think with all that training I did, it’d be a lot harder to track me.” All the same, Adrian can’t help but smile as he turned around to face the individual that threw the pebble, rubbing the back of his head where he was struck. “Supergirl. I can’t tell if it’s more appropriate to say ‘I missed you’ or 'guess who’s back from the dead’- proverbially, I mean. No spooky stuff here, as far as I know.” Arms were thrown as wide as the grin on his face, a hug offered to the blonde floating opposite him.

Kara took a step back from the man she’d thought was someone else.  She felt a little shocked when he continued on speaking like he knew her and she had no earthy idea who is possibly could be.  The man did only use her hero name and since SHIELD was taken down and their documents released the world knew just about everything about her so he must not know her personally.  But wanting a hug, that seemed personal.

Swallowing hard, Kara reached her hand out towards him, brow raised.  “I’m  not sure if you’re trying to be cute acting familiar with me, or if you’re mistaken that we know each other.” She looked him up and down, “I’m quite sure that I’d remember you if I’d met you though… so there must be something else going on here.”  She sighed as her expression softened, “You know you’re in New York right, on top of the Avenger’s tower.”

[psychosprey]

Adrian could count on one hand the number of times he'd met an El; not that there were many he could reasonably say were, certifiably- but then, he usually had the sense not to query after blood relations. But it wasn't like it was hard to tell who the guy floating two feet off the ground with the Crest of Hope emblazoned on his chest was affiliated with. Then again, it was easy enough to assume that the Osprey was affiliated with the Bat, just by the color scheme and the aviary entity emblazoned on his own chest.

"I didn't know Superman had a little brother. Much less one with good taste; I mean don't get me wrong, I'm all for color in the super-suit, but the black and the leather jacket, instead of the cape? Much more approachable, much more functional. "

He struck a hand out, offering the younger male a handshake to accompany that bemused smile the Osprey wore beneath his mask.

"Name's Osprey. And, I hate to sound like every other aviary-themed hero around here; but please, no peeking?"