#salde wilson

[zeroducklings]

Some underrated but delicious Slade/Tim 😋 Thank you @sproutwings for the request! Uncensored -> HERE

I'm not back at full capacity but I'm definitively feeling better! Now I have to sort out all the WIPs and the new projects I was planning, and it feels great 😭

ALSO, I'm evaluation if it may be worth to open commissions slots for art and/or writing. Please, participate in the pool if you can, it will give me an idea how many ppl are interested. Thank you 🙏 -> POOL

[b4tm4nn]

RAGHHHENWN I SAW THIS AND FLIPPED

[dc-toxicity-tournament]

Round 1 of the Batman Toxicity Tournament is OVER!

Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd (53.3%) V.S. Dick Grayson/Jason Todd (46.7%)

Barbara Gordon/Cassandra Cain (58.1%) V.S. Bruce Wayne/Tim Drake (41.9%)

Bruce Wayne/Minhkhoa Khan (45.7%) V.S. Damian Wayne/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake (54.3%)

Damian Wayne/Dick Grayson (20.9%) V.S. Jason Todd/Tim Drake (79.1%)

Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy/Selina Kyle (58.2%) V.S. Helena Bertinelli/Stephanie Brown (41.8%)

Jean-Paul Valley/Tim Drake (32.4%) V.S. Jason Todd/Talia Al Guhl (67.6%)

Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson (45%) V.S. Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson (55%)

Bruce Wayne/Ra's Al Guhl (29.6%) V.S. Jason Todd/Slade WIlson (70.4%)

ROUND 2 MATCHUPS:

Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd V.S. Jason Todd/Slade Wilson

Barbara Gordon/Cassandra Cain V.S. Dick Grayson Salde Wislon

Damian Wayne/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake V.S. Jason Todd/Talia Al Guhl

Jason Todd/Tim Drake V.S. Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy/Selina Kyle

Polls will be posted shortly!

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"ASK CLOSING OF PUBS WHERE RULES BROKEN," Toronto Star. October 6, 1942. Page 2. --- Toronto East Presbytery Urges Immediate Action by Liquor Control Board --- RAP WINE DRINKING ---- Cancellation of the beer and wine authorities of all Toronto hotels that have broken the regulations of the Liquor Control Act was demanded by the Toronto East presbytery of the United Church today. It ordered that copies of the resolution he sent to Premier Hepburn and Commissioner A. St. Clair Gordon of the liquor control board. Rev. Dr. Peter Bryce. of the Metropolitan church, told presbytery of the havoc wrought by cheap wine, as he had seen it in the men around his church grounds, "I have been practically living at the Metropolitan for four years and I had no idea before that of the horrible evils of the wine shop. I knew about the beer parlors but I did know about the wine. It is a positive menace. I have hundreds of men who have been degraded by this cheap wine - I believe they buy it for here 35 cents. Makes Men Maniacs The two caretakers at this church gather in many empty bottles left in the grounds. There seems to be something in this wine that de- grades men, makes them like maniacs."

He noted that he spent Saturday night observing beverage rooms and said three policemen had been needed to regulate the crowds around them. I have been in Toronto since 1906 and I have never known such a situation as we have now," he said. "It is serious in the damage the business does to men, women and children. You can pass no resolution on this too strong for me." Rev. W. E. Wilson of King Street- St. Giles and Parliament Street churches, said that the district from Sackville St. to the Don seemed to have a bad attack of moral measles. The streets are full of children and we have no organiza tion-no place to take them in," he said. 114 Drink Places Rev. Wesley Hunnisett, of Fred Vietor Mission, said that there were 77 hotels, 21 social clubs, 16 veterans' clubs, a total of 114 drinking places in an area bounded by the waterfront. the Don, Merion St., and Bathurst St.

"Out of five breweries in Toronto. three are in this Moss Park, Jarvis, Yorkville district, out of 13 beer warehouses give in the district, out of 17 stores, seven, and out of 19 wineries, nine-mark that," said Mr. Hunnisett. "In Ontario's $5,000,000 year spent on liquor and only one-eighth of that amount spent on religious education," he added. There are 45 beverage rooms (rooms in which beer is actually sold) in the hotels on Jarvis, Church and Sherbourne streets. Two hotels have five beverage rooms each. "Juvenile delinquency Is at its highest in the Moss Park area." Rev. J. R. Mulchmor sald: "The like of this does not exist anywhere else in Canada. Under Premier Hepburn's rule we have 10 beverage rooms piled on top of one another in two hotels on one corner." The resolution passed by presbytery denounced as a "public scandal" the growing menace to public peace, safety and health caused by drunkenness, immorality. social diseases and juvenile delinquency. Appreciation was expressed of the strong protest made by Toronto Presbytery of the Presbyterian church. Another resolution goes to Prime Minister Kink, telling him that his promised statement on liquor restriction is eagerly awaited.

[nixie-deangel]

Nixie’s MM Month: Day Ten, Oliver x Slade - Beauty and the Beast AU. 

     “Think of the one thing that you’ve always wanted. Now find it in your mind’s eye and feel it in your heart.”

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

before they died, all the boys would regularly tell bobby happy mother’s day, bc he was the mom friend

[markoftara]

This nigga’ be mocking me....

Cosplay in Action II Terra CN: Myself (@godDANIIit) Deathstroke / Slade Wilson CN:  @jhipsydangerous Series: Teen Titans

[pink-bird-30]

Titans 2x05

I think I have an unhealthy obsession with Salde Wilson, but honestly he's the daddy of all villains and I'm going to explain why.

First off, this man is so annoyed with his villain bro that he kills him cuz he's that annoying.

Second, he literally slices Jason open to take his tracker out and divert the Titans else where. Badass.

Third, The dude is so evil he wants to kill his own daughter.

Also, they did such a good job on his costume, A+++++ all around for the authenticity and its just looks so good in the lighting of the show(the one time I'll be okay with the strange tone the screen has).

Things I liked:

-Dick and Kori kicking Deathstroke ass. They worked so well together and were able to protect one another.

-Dick and Slade fighting, no joke, I fucking died when Dick used the pipe to stop Slade from attacking Kori. Shit had me gasping and fangirling all at once. It really brought me back to watching Teen Titans as a kid. nostalgia was real.

-Kori coming through and asking the real questions: how can we fix this, lets not be monster, Dick, sweetie, you should have called.

-The tension between Rachel and everyone is spot on for her character. She knows what she is and how dangerous she can be and tries to warn those around her. It really plays home to the person Raven is in the comics and other mediums I've watched her in.

(Edit: There was one more thing I liked: Dick was so quick to give Kori the run down on what happened all those years ago. This man trusts her so much and I love it.)

Things I did not like:

-I know Rose is a meta like Slade, but I'm confused by her resurrection? I don't know much about Rose Wilson, but that was a little strange to me.

-The argument of giving up Rose to Slade. That was some dark shit coming from these so called "heroes". If Kori weren't there they would have killed 2 Wilson kids.

-Why does Kori always have to be the one to fix the problem? Why can't they figure it out on their own without needing her voice of reason. How did the Titans even FUNCTION without a Kori among them?!

-Jason just needs to shut up sometimes *sighs

After thought,

Can we start calling Rachel Raven yet, I hate that she doesn't use her actual name yet.

Overall, looooooovvvvvveeeee it!

Onto 2x06 Connor!!!!

[jwmcartist]

#Slade AKA #Deathstroke

[wellthatjusthappend]

Hi! May I request a sequel to A Love So Soft? Dick has run out of ideas to break Slade and Jason up, so he recruits Alfred. Alfred's master plan is to invite the happy couple to diner at the manor. Thank you!

Cute! I switched around Dick recruites Alfred to Alfred recruits himself, but it still works. Enjoy!

Man, Tumblr has decided to stop alerting me to anything, I totally didn’t see this come in. 

****

Dick had officially run out of ideas.

Or well, he’d run out of ideas that wouldn’t end in absolute disaster. Every time he told himself that Jason’s safety was the most important part of all of this, he would imagine how badly Jason would react to him interfering. How angry and hurt he would be. How much he would hate Dick, even if Dick was doing it out of love. 

Worse, Jason would probably be more determined to stick with Salde just to spite him. 

So he did the only thing he could at this point and stalked Slade.

Which ended up being stalking both Slade and Jason, far more often than not. There were no words for how angry that made him. They were so sweet and gentle with each other, and every time Dick thought about what a cruel lie it all was, he wanted to strangle Slade. 

Dick learned Jason was easy to fluster, and quick to blush, especially over romantic gestures.

He wished he couldn’t have found that out first hand. He wished that those looks could be because of anyone but Slade bloody Wilson. 

Slade himself was almost never alone, but one day he broke his routine and headed out to the richer side of town. 

Heart beating quickly, Dick followed him discreetly as he could. He was sure that Slade was finally showing his true colors. He’d finally be able to catch Salde red handed with his employer and have proof that Jason would have to believe. 

To his surprise, Slade pulled up to the back of the lessor known Wayne properties and walked inside like he owned the place. Dick quietly parked behind him and snuck quietly to the door. 

Maybe Slade was really using Jason to get at his connections to the Waynes? Unfortunately, this residence had almost no bugs because it was a private property Bruce had gifted to-

“Master Dick, stop skulking at the door like a criminal and come inside.”

“...Alfred?” Dick said in disbelief. 

“Indeed. Now that you’ve demonstrated your staggering deductive skills, come inside and sit down. Tea is almost ready,” Alfred said, not even letting Dick get a word in before he was ushered in the kitchen where Slade was already lounging at the table with another man. 

It looked like a small feast was being prepared and it smelled wonderful. 

“I do wish you had informed me that you were bringing Master Dick along tonight, and early at that,” Alfred said bussing himself once more, “I will have to make some adjustments to the menu.”

“Got tired of the kid acting like my shadow,” Slade said, sipping his tea cooly. 

“You- you’re here for dinner?” Dick spluttered in disbelief. 

“Of course he is,” Alfred said briskly, “He’s Master Jason’s first serious relationship in a while, and I demand at least a monthly dinner from such prospects. You know that, Master Dick.”

Dick tried not to gape at him. From the way that Slade was smirking, he didn’t think he did a good job.

“How can you be ok with this?” he finally demanded, “he’s clearly using Jason.”

“Like he’s not totally whipped for the kid,” grumbled the man Dick recognized as Slade’s associate Wintergreen. 

Slade sent him a withering look. 

“Don’t give me that, the boy is much too good for an old man like you,” Wintergreen said bluntly. 

“And you’ll be first in line to give me hell if I do wrong by him, yes, yes,” Slade huffed. 

“Perhaps not the first,” Alfred said blandly. 

It was probably a coincidence that he was sharpening knives. 

“Duly noted,” Slade grumbled. 

“We’re not doing this here,” Dick grumbled, grabbing Slade’s arm and towing him out of the room. 

“And what, exactly are we ‘doing’, Grayson?” Slade drawled. 

“You’re up to something,” Dick said, rounding on him. 

“You’ve made it clear that you think so, yes,” Slade rolled his eye. 

“Don’t forget I know you. I know you are with young people,” Dick snarled, jabbing his finger at his chest, “You’ll say all the nice things and string him along until you’ve gotten what you wanted and then you’ll screw him over. I’m not going to let that happen on my watch.”

Not again. Not to his- not to Jason. 

“I can see why you’d come to that conclusion, but you’re dead wrong this time, kid,” Slade huffed, “believe it or not, I’m playing for keeps with this one.” 

How dare he-

“Whatever your employer is paying, I’ll triple it,” Dick snapped. 

“There is no job,” Slade growled, the slightest hint of real anger showing through.

“I don’t believe you,” Dick hissed. 

“At least I care enough about him to actually be there for him when it matters. When’s the last time you bothered to check in on him for something not related to your so called ‘Mission’?” Slade said, using his height to loom over him fully. 

“Don’t pretend you know a thing about us,” Dick snapped. 

“Yeah? When’s the last time you asked him how he was? What are his hobbies? We’ve been together for almost a year and you’re just now figuring it out- and don’t even pretend you’re someone he could tell something like that when the first thing you did when found out was try and pay his partner into leaving him,” Slade said. 

No one ever accused Slade of pulling his punches. 

“You’re trying to use him to get at the family,” Dick accused. 

“You know what I think? I think you’re jealous,” Slade said.

“You-”

“Jealous I get to have your sweet Little Wing while you get nothing but scraps,” Slade taunted, “Jealous that you were too much of a coward to risk making daddy Bats mad and I wasn’t. Jealous that you can’t make him happy like I can.”

“I- I’m not- you-” 

“Or maybe you’re just jealous that you don’t get all my attention anymore,” he said thoughtfully. 

Slade ran a thumb over Dick’s lower lip, and Dick was ashamed to say his thought process stuttered to a complete halt. 

“You had your chance to be mine. That’s past, now. What hasn’t is your chance to be there for your dearest Little Wing. Are you going to fuck that up again?” 

“Fuck you,” Dick choked. 

“Tempting, but Jason has asked me to be exclusive. In the end, his opinion matters more to me than you.”

Ouch. Fuck- that really wasn’t something that should hurt like that. Dick knew it was all over his face, that Slade was seeing too much-

“Sorry I’m late, some fucker decided the I-90 would be a great place to-” Jason cut himself off, jacket hanging part way off his arms as he stared at Dick and Slade standing in the entryway, his face paling before turning closed and guarded. 

Dick hated that. 

“You haven’t missed anything,” Slade said abandoning his place next to Dick help take Jason’s jacket from him, “Those layabouts give you any trouble today?”

“Wh- no, they were- Slade.” Jason put a hand firmly on Slade’s chest as the older man tried to pull him close, sparring a quick alarmed look in Dick’s direction. 

“He knows,” Slade said dismissively, not waiting any longer to draw Jason into a kiss. 

Dick couldn’t watch that so he turned on his heel and left the room. 

He couldn’t process any of it. He couldn’t. It was all a trick Slade had cooked up. Maybe to turn the family against each other. It had to be a trick. 

He headed towards the back door where his bike was parked and was stopped by Alfred on the way out. 

“Master Dick… I want you to think carefully about the bridge you are about to burn by leaving this way,” Alfred said quietly, “Even if he denies it, your opinion matters to Master Jason. If you reject him now, I fear you may never get another chance.”

“Alfred- I can’t,” Dick pleaded. He couldn’t pretend to be okay with any of this. Couldn’t watch the softest between the couple in the other room and just- just-

“Is that so?” Dick could hear the disappointment in alfred’s voice and that hurt in a whole different way, “Well then, I shall go finish preparing dinner for our guests.”

He left him there alone in the hallway, and Dick wanted to scream about how unfair this all was. He stared blankly at the doorway for another several moments.

So goddamned unfair. 

Dick turned around and walked back to the dinning room. Alfred had already set out a place for him, probably knowing he would come back. Wintergreen was keeping his thoughts to himself. Slade raised an eyebrow, but thankfully didn’t comment because Dick didn’t know what nasty thing he would have said to him if he did. 

Jason was looking at him with a deeply wary look that hurt somewhere deep in Dick’s chest. But there was also some horribly vulnerable hints of hope around his edges that made Dick know he had made the right decision by staying. 

“If you ever hurt him-” Dick gritted out, glaring at Slade. 

“Then you’ll help Jason maim me in some horribly creative way, yes. Overprotective threat duly noted,” Slade said boredly.

“Jesus fuck, you two are so-” Jason growled under his breath, but his ears were pink and Dick could tell he was gripping Slade’s hand under the table. 

Dick sat down.

[ao3jaydickfeed]

by wellthatjusthappend

Dick already knew he liked being dominated by his partners. It was nothing new. He didn’t think it would surprise anyone else either considering his previous partners had been Alphas like Kori and Babs.

That didn’t mean he was expecting… this.

Words: 2490, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of Story Requests

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Jason Todd

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, non traditional dynamics, or at least roles, which is the best configuration, Omega!Salde, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dick doesn't know what hit him, Dom/sub Undertones, Anal Sex, Topping from the Bottom, Switching, light teacher/student, Jason get's a show ;), pwp really, Explicit consent is my kink, Threesome - M/M/M, Rimming, First Time Topping, Praise Kink

[dc-toxicity-tournament]

Round 2 of the Batman Toxicity Tournament is OVER!

Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd (59.2%) V.S. Jason Todd/Slade Wilson (40.8%)

Barbara Gordon/Cassandra Cain (31.1%) V.S. Dick Grayson/Salde Wislon (68.9%)

Damian Wayne/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake (46.7%) V.S. Jason Todd/Talia Al Guhl (53.3%)

Jason Todd/Tim Drake (74.6%) V.S. Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy/Selina Kyle (25.4%)

SEMI FINALS MATCHUPS:

Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd V.S. Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson V.S. Jason Todd/Talia Al Guhl

Polls will be posted shortly!

[ao3feed-jaydick]

Trouble with Instincts

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZDCU56

by wellthatjusthappend

Dick already knew he liked being dominated by his partners. It was nothing new. He didn’t think it would surprise anyone else either considering his previous partners had been Alphas like Kori and Babs.

That didn’t mean he was expecting… this.

Words: 2490, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of Story Requests

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Jason Todd

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, non traditional dynamics, or at least roles, which is the best configuration, Omega!Salde, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dick doesn't know what hit him, Dom/sub Undertones, Anal Sex, Topping from the Bottom, Switching, light teacher/student, Jason get's a show ;), pwp really, Explicit consent is my kink, Threesome - M/M/M, Rimming, First Time Topping, Praise Kink

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZDCU56

[nayrawayne]

❚Opeɴιɴɢ Bᴀᴛᴄᴀᴠᴇ Fιleѕ❚ L o a d i n g….. ❚eɴтer тнe pαѕѕword❚ « ∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘ » ❚Acceѕѕ Grαɴтed❚ P R O C E S S I N G…. ❚Selecт ғιle yoυ woυld lιĸe тo opeɴ❚ 【Iɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ᴏғ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ】             ↳ Gᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ             ↳Mᴇᴛʀᴏᴘᴏʟɪs             ↳Bʟᴜ̈ᴅʜᴀᴠᴇɴ             ↳Sᴛᴀʀ Cɪᴛʏ             ↳Cᴏᴀsᴛ Cɪᴛʏ             ↳Cᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟ Cɪᴛʏ             ↳Lᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ L o a d i n g…..             ↳ Aʟɪᴇs             ↳Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs L o a d i n g…..   [Aʟғʀᴇᴅ Pᴇɴɴʏᴡᴏʀᴛʜ | Pᴇɴɴʏᴏɴᴇ]   [Rɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ Gʀᴀʏsᴏɴ | Nɪɢʜᴛᴡɪɴɢ] →〘ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵠᵘᶤʳᵉᵈ ᵗʳᵃᶰˢᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᴮˡᵘ̈ᵈʰᵃᵛᵉᶰ ᶠᶤˡᵉ〙   [Jᴀᴍᴇs Gᴏʀᴅᴏɴ]     [Bᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ Gᴏʀᴅᴏɴ | Bᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ]   [Jᴀsᴏɴ Tᴏᴅᴅ | Rᴇᴅ Hᴏᴏᴅ]   [Tɪᴍ Dʀᴀᴋᴇ | Rᴇᴅ Rᴏʙɪɴ] ➤ [Nᴀʏʀᴀ Wᴀʏɴᴇ | Jᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ]         ➵ [Yes]      [No]   [Kᴀᴛʜʀɪɴᴇ Kᴀɴᴇ | Bᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ]   [Dᴀᴍɪᴀɴ Wᴀʏɴᴇ | Rᴏʙɪɴ]   [Sᴇʟɪɴᴀ Kʏʟᴇ | Cᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ]     [Cᴀssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ Cᴀɪɴ | Oʀᴘʜᴀɴ]   [Sᴛᴇᴘʜᴀɴɪᴇ Bʀᴏᴡɴ | Sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ] L o a d i n g….. ❚eɴтer тнe pαѕѕword❚ « ∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘∘ » L o a d i n g….. ██░░░░░░░░ 20% ████░░░░░░ 40% ███████░░░ 70% ██████████ 100% → Aᴄᴄᴇss Gʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ Fɪʟᴇ: Nαуrα Ɯαуηє ❚Do yoυ wιѕн тo coɴтιɴυe?❚ ✔ Yes No Ｆｉｌｅ  ｌｏａｄ���ｄ   ｓｕｃｃｅｓｓｆｕｌｌｙ． ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬          ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₁﹕ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ┊ ┃ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ:     ─Nayra 映月 Wayne ┃ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ ᴹᵉᵃᶰᶤᶰᵍ:       ─Nayra:〘 Pronounced: Nah-y-ra 〙                    Nayra is another spelling of the girl name Naira. They are the same name and have the same meaning and pronunciation. Both spellings are acceptable. A name of India origin which means Beautiful         ─映月:〘 Pronounced: Ying Yue 〙                  Reflection of the moon        ─Wayne:〘 Pronounced: w AI n 〙                 This interesting name is of early medieval origin and is a metonymic occupational name for a carter, a driver of a wain or waggon, and sometimes for a waggon-builder. The derivation is from the Olde English pre 7th Century "Waegn", "Waegen", Middle English "Wain", meaning "cart" or "waggon". In some cases, the modern surnames, which can be found as "Wain(e)", "Waines" and "Wayne", may derive from a topographical name, used to denote residence at a house distinguished with the sign of the "Wain". This was probably so from the constellation of the Plough, known in the Middle Ages as "Charles's Wain", referring to the Charlemagne. One John Attenwayne (1327, Derbyshire) is named from this source. Church recordings include one Margaret Wayne who married Morgayne Cotterell on January 30th 1568 at St. Dionis Backchurch, London, and Mary, daughter of John and Elizabeth Wain who was christened on October 10th 1652 at St. Dunstan's, Stepney. One John Waine and his wife Amyte are recorded as early setters in Virginia in 1624, having arrived in 1618. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of John Wayn, which was dated 1319, The Essex Fees Court Records, during the reign of King Edward 1st, Edward of Caernafon, 1307 - 1327. ┃ ᴺᶤᶜᵏᶰᵃᵐᵉˢ:     ─N     ─Birdy ┃ ᴬˡᶤᵃˢᵉˢ:     ─ Swift               :  Swift; like the small birds from her was chosen by a young Nayra after first becoming a vigilante at the side of the Green Arrow, she wanted a name that would pay homage to Dinah Lance the Black Canary while still remaining something of her own. She chose the name specifically for the birds were common and still are in er home and it was a small detail she longed to commemorate.   ─ Justice              :  After returning from her time with Salde Wilson and the League Of Assassins, Nayra no longer felt like the child she had been and in an effort to reflect that and step into a new realization of herself and her abilities she took the name Justice as a promise to others and a reminder to herself of what she stood for. ┃ ᴬᵍᵉ:     ─ 16+ ┃ ᴳᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ:     ─Female ┃ ᴺᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰᵃˡᶤᵗʸ:     ─Chinese     ─American ┃ ᴿᵃᶜᵉ:     ─Half Chinese half Caucasian ┃ ᴼᶜᶜᵘᵖᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ:     ─Student     ─Vigilante       ┃ ᴬᶠᶠᶤˡᶤᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ:     ─Arrow Family     ─Batfamily     ─Teen Titans ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬   ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₂ Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ┊ ┃ ᴴᵃᶤʳ:     ─Black     ─Usually falls to her mid back in characteristically straight fashion ┃ ᴱʸᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ:     ─Dark blue eyes ┃ ˢᵏᶤᶰ ᵀᵒᶰᵉ:     ─Olive ┃ ᴮᵘᶤˡᵈ:     ─Lanky     ─Lean     ─Extremely fit and toned ┃ ᴴᵉᶤᵍʰᵗ:     ─5’8 ┃ ᵂᵉᶤᵍʰᵗ:     ─130lbs ┃ ᴰᵉˢᶜʳᶤᵖᵗᶤᵒᶰ:     ─Nayra is a beautiful young woman with features that greatly resemble her mother and asian heritage. With soft features, large moonlit eyes and dark hair. Her eyes are her most striking feature and the one which lingers in the memories of others while she is long gone, the dark almost unnatural blue. She shares those blue eyes with her father and cousin Bruce Wayne, although not in the exact same shade. While she looks like her mother the resemblances to her father’s family are quite visible after only a short period after meeting her as all of her mannerisms and even some vocal intonation resemble her stoic cousin.        She is tall and often described as lanky, as a child she was quite gangly with knobby knees and bruised elbows however as she has grown up she has grown into her body. While she lacks the curves of other women her age her body is quite muscular and toned from years of training and a demanding physical lifestyle. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₃﹕ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ┊ ┃ ᴾᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃˡᶤᵗʸ:     ─In her youth Nayra was known for her quick temper and callous remarks as well as a stubborn nature which has yet to lift. Never one to let people see her own weaknesses she constantly pointed them out in others and frankly bullied those around her whenever they  attempt to get close. To stubborn to admit she wanted the affection of her family she constantly acted out to get her cousins attention, which when received was rebuked like a Anxious Ambivalent Childs attachment. This lasted for the four years she lived in Gotham after the death of her parents     ─Her anger has always been an issue for her, as she has never found a proper and healthy outlet- and could greatly benefit from seeing a therapist. It has often lead to many short relationships and unsteady friendships. That being said, once she regards someone as a close friend the facade she puts on for the world falls away and she can be quite calm and charming.     ─She is regarded as aloof and guarded when it comes to those she does not know, she goes out of her way to alienate people and make them feel unwelcome in her presence. When out of the costume she is known to flaunt her wealth and lives vivaciously, when in the costume she flaunts her talents and her skills.     ─These childish antics however have calmed in past years and as she has matured she has grown to be extremely loyal to those she trusts as well as protective. While not a bad person Nayra has gone through many trials in her life and they have left her scared and broken, she is healing but it takes time and reaching out is hard. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₄﹕ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛɪᴇs ┊ ┃ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ:     ─Parents:                       Father: James Wayne 〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Mother: 阮歌飞 ‘Ruǎn gē fēi’ 〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙     ─Extended Family:                       Grandmother: Unknown name〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Grandfather: Patrick Wayne 〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Aunt: Martha Wayne〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Uncle: Thomas Wayne〘ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ〙                       Cousin: Bruce Wayne                       First cousin Once removed: Damian Wayne     ─Adoptive siblings:                       Brother: Richard Grayson                       Brother: Jason Todd ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₅﹕ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ┊ ┃ ᵂᵉᵃᵖᵒᶰˢ:     ─Escrema sticks:                       : While she can fight hand to hand she prefers to have Escrema sticks on her when in the suit     ─Extendable batons                       : When she is not in suit N carries with her two extendable batons that are easily concealable and transportable. while most of the time they are not needed- she does live in Gotham.     ─Utility Belt:                       : Birdarang: explosive, electric as well as a few others                       : Handheld Grappling hook/gun:                       : Smoke pellets/ bombs                       : Rebreather                       : taser                       : lock picks                       : Binoculars/night vision goggles                       ─Wrist Computer                       : Small computer built into the armored glove she wares on her right hand. It is linked to the Bat-computer and can be used for analytical problems and to track police wires.               ─Bow and Arrow                       :  Nayra was trained with a bow for the first few months with a bow and arrow. With Oliver as her mentor it was to be expected but it soon became clear that she was much better suited to be using a more physical weapon. Even though she does not use it in the field she has a decent shot and can fight with the bow as a weapon.     ─Hooked Swords                       : During the five months that Nayra was held captive and trained by Slade Wilson she discovered a talent with Hooked swords. She only used them for a short amount of time but still can leave devastating injuries as well as fight non lethally with them. ┃ ᴬᵇᶤˡᶤᵗᶤᵉˢ:     ─Genius level intellect                       : Something she inherited from her parents, her mother was a renown doctor who traveled the world going to school and working with patients. Her father had a mind of business and while not as bright as his wife was not by any means dull. N is very bright exceeding in school although she doesn’t apply herself and can many times out think her opponents. Although in the past she has not always put her mind to the best work, whether it be devising ways to get out of school or things she wants.     ─Trained in hand to hand combat                       : Nayra Wayne has been trained by some of the best fighters in the DC universe, beginning with the Green Arrow and the Black Canary she continued her training under the watchful eye of Batman, later in life her list of teachers Included the famed Mercenary Assassin Deathstroke and the Ancient League of Assassins. She is one of the best hand to hand fighters in the world due to her training and constant practice and is truly a formidable opponent.     ─Master instigator                       : Ever since she was little N has been unruly but that morphed into blatant instigation as she got older and while she still works to keep tendencies under locks, she often times insults opponents. This started in school when she would instigate fights with other children, even without training she did it for the attention, this later transitioned to her hero work when she would take on those way above her caliber to an extent its been referenced as almost suicidal.     ─Leadership                       :  Having mellowed considerably with age and having worked with many different groups and organizations in her life N has developed a very strong sense of leadership. She is intuitive when it comes to battle and while she might clash with people on e personal level there is no doubt she is a strong leader who keeps the best interests of others in mind._     ─Tactician                         :  After much training and experience N has learned how to properly read a situation and strategize to her own benefit, she is a remarkable tactician on the field and even capable of commanding teams to success._ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬              ┊ Sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ₆﹕ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ┊ ┃ ᴾˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴮᶤʳᵗʰ:     ─Nanning China ┃ ᴾˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᴿᵉˢᶤᵈᵉᶰᶜᵉ:     ─Nanning China     ─Gotham City     ─Star City ┃ ᴮᶤᵒ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₁﹕ Oʀɪɢɪɴs ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Nayra Wayne is the daughter of Billionaire James Wayne and Doctor Ruǎn gē fēi Her father was James Wayne, Tomas Wayne’s younger brother. The two brothers didn't get along through any of their childhood and when James turned eighteen he left. He took his part of the family fortune and became an entrepreneur as well as a globetrotter. On one trip back to America he met and fell in love with a Harvard Medical student by the name of  阮歌飞, after she finished her PHD they moved to Nanning China. While she didn’t have any family this was where she had grown up and preferred to live. James had the money to help and after a few years of dating they married. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₂﹕ Eᴀʀʟʏ Lɪғᴇ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Nayra was born a few years later and as her parents had done everything in their power to keep their lives out of the spotlight that had followed the Wayne family for years, Nayra was rather unknown to the public. She grew up in all the comforts she could ask for but more then anything she reveled in the attention of her parents. Amazed by both their professions she was constantly asking questions and became very intuitive at a young age. Her father took special pride in raising her, he made sure she never had to want for anything but at the same time that she understood her standing. His dislike of his family tainted her view of America however and while she took to english easily she rejected that part of herself. That was until the fire. One night when Nayra was eight the home her parents had raised her in caught fire. Her parents rooms were on the top floor of the house and the fire started just below them. Trapped they never made it out of the fire. A rescue team however was able to find and save N as she attempted to get up the flaming steps towards her parents. In the process off her attempted rescue she burned her hand leaving her forever scared on her left palm. She was taken by authorities to a nearby hospital where she was treated for burns and smoke inhalation. In that time not only were her parents confirmed dead but her only living relative, a now adult Bruce Wayne was contacted of the tragedy. Bruce willingly agreed to become guardian of his younger cousin and traveled to Nanning to meet her for the first time. She was kept in the hospital for over a month as the Doctors made sure she was safe to travel, in that time she got to know her cousin and came to realize the harsh terms of what had happened. Everything she had ever known and loved was burned away in the fire. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₃﹕  Gᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Bruce took her back to Gotham, a place she already disliked from her father's stories and began her life there. Albeit begrudgingly. Incredibly stubborn by nature and still traumatized by what had happened N refused to attempt to connect with anyone she met, instead of speaking English which she spoke brokenly and understood perfectly she only spoke in Mandarin. This shared lasted for well over half a year as she struggled to cope with her new life. While she did not know this, Bruce was already Batman, her new cousin Dick Grayson, already Robin and she was not to know of any of it. While she did not know of the secret between her and the other members of the household she felt it, she never felt truly accepted in the home and her cousins long absences only fed into her anger. While it was not his fault that he was busy N needed someone to be there for her, and while she had Alfred and Dick she wanted Bruce to be the figure she lost. But he never was. His seeming lack of interest caused N to lash out to get his attention, she caused problems at school and more often than not there was a call home about her behavior at least once a week. She in the four years after moving to Gotham she moved schools four times. Despite her disciplinary record her grades were always top notch showing just how brilliant the young Wayne could be- if she actually tried. When she was twelve a combination of things happened, one she was kicked out of the fourth school she had attended, the first Middle school and there were serious talks about her eligibility to continue attending schools in the District. The second was a different fault of her own, having become very close to her adoptive cousin Dick Grayson, who she thought of as a brother by then, she was shocked when he left the manor. She knew that he was old enough to leave but the bad blood between him and her cousin made the move worse for her. At that time Jason Todd was also brought into the fold and while the two hit it off quite well the secret’s forced between them once again turned N sour. The final was the decision of the girl herself that Gotham would not make her happy, despite her young age she knew that the city, which she had always found to be dark and dismal and so completely without hope, was no home for her. So she began researching programs outside of Gotham that would challenge her academically and provide enough distance between her and the cursed city. The program she chose was one in Star City, across America and closer to her native home. Bruce, realizing that her decision to leave was one that would not only keep her away from the family secrets but also be better for her in the long run agreed and Nayra enrolled in the Academy as soon as she possibly cool. It was a move that arguably changed her life for the better. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₄﹕ Sᴛᴀʀ Sᴛᴜᴅᴅᴇᴅ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  The school was wary of accepting N at first due to her record but Bruce payed them a substantial amount of money which helped soften their decision. While in the academy, which featured a language intensive program Nayra flourished. She didn’t feel the need to show off or act out in anyway that harmed her learning or that of others. She easily stayed in the top of her class, challenged by the courses and with much of her day focused on something she loved, her birth language, N thrived. It was in Star City that N met the man who she would come to think of as the closest thing to a father she had. Oliver Queen, aka the Green Arrow. There first meetings were quite by chance, Nayra had a tendency to find danger and the Green Arrow had a tendency to be there when she did. After the fifth or six time they had met under similar circumstances Oliver decided enough was enough and that if Nayra was to be in constant danger she would need to learn how to defend herself. The training started five months into her schooling in Star. Oliver keep his hood up but the more N grew to be a very proficient protégé the more Oliver realized she was made for the job. He revealed his identity to her and her training took on a more official sense. N spent months training rigorously with Oliver until he deemed she was ready to put on the mask. She chose the mantle of Swift, not only due to her speed but she had recently completed a biology unit and the Swift birds were one of the first that came to mind. She was fourteen when she took up the mantel publicly and gained media attention in Star city. Media however wasn’t the only attention she gained, her cousin was soon aware that GA had taken up a new protégé. It didn’t take the Batman long to realize what had happened but it did take some time for him to decide how to act. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₅﹕ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Nayra was 14 almost fifteen when she returned to Gotham, her cousin having come to her in Star City and quite blatantly told her what he knew. Before he could reveal his secret however N put it together. Shocked and angered by the revelation N did not wish to return to Gotham despite her cousins insistence that she was not ready to wear a mask. It took many hours of deliberation with Oliver before she agreed to return to Gotham. Swift changed her life in more ways than one, besides giving her a second life it also gave her a place to channel her anger and her rage. She changed when she put on the mask, becoming in many ways a better person then she had been before. She was not a lost as she had been when she first came to Gotham and her return was very much a rebirth. Her first months in Gotham she was not aloud to venture out in mask. Instead her cousin kept her under strict training until he deemed she was ready. It took weeks before he let her out on patrol and despite his staunch stance that she was not to patrol without him, she did it anyway. During her first few months and her first few years she was not alone in the Batcave; an old school friend was wearing the mantel as Robin. Tim Drake- one of the few people she’d deemed acceptable for her young self to be around. He had started out as Robin a few months before Swift took to the streets of Star and the shared age made the two not just rivals but close friends. For the next few years Nayra, as Swift grew up on the streets of Gotham. She threw her whole life into it. School took up exactly six hours, homework another six and then- and then she was flying. She learned quickly on the streets and after a few ass kickings she found and made a name for herself. She never took the Bat symbol anywhere on her suit a stark distinction to most of the family- even though her ties were obvious enough. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₆﹕ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ Tɪᴇs ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ As she grew older N began splitting her time between Star city and Gotham less and less, she found it harder to leave Gotham- the unhealthily pull her rathe thad talked about that kept so many people trapped it in. She felt as though no matter what she did as Swift she never truly made much of a difference and so each night was a mother chance to prove that she was making a difference. It became almost addicting and as such her time spent elsewhere decreased dramatically, though her work with the titans still continued the free time she spent with them decreased noticeably as well. Finally after some deliberation with Dick and Tim, both of whom knew and shared her struggles she took a break from Gotham and traveled to Star City. She stayed with Oliver in Star for two months and when she returned she barely recognized Gotham. A new vigilante was on the scene, one who didn’t subscribe to Batman’s strict no killing code- The Red Hood. Nayra arrived just as the newcomer had secured his position with the local drug trade, killing off competition and any who got in his way. Swift found herself in a deadly game between her cousin and the Hood, one that ended with the latter’s unmasking. Getting caught in the cross fires however brought a very painful truth to the surface however when the Red hood revealed his identity to her some days after Bruce himself had discerned it. Jason Todd, one of the many uncertainties of her life had come back from the dead. Since N had been in Star when he had died she hadn’t made it back for the funeral, she had never been given a clear answer as to how he had died either. No one wanted to talk about it and left Nayra questioning the morality of leaving some villains alive.  In an attempt to keep them out of further play in the Hood’s game, Bruce grounded Tim and Nayra. Nayra did not take to it very well but before she could disobey her cousins orders it was over. Jason had revealed himself to Bruce who already knew of him- the Joker had been put back in prison and Jason had disappeared seemingly getting what he wanted. This didn’t last long, however as Jason made the Red Hood a regular player on the streets of Gotham- taking his own version of justice to those he felt needed it. Despite this Jason and Nayra met a few times in and out of the mask, working together to take down criminals and reconciling the past. Things changed once again however when Talia Al Ghul dropped her ten year old son on her cousins doorstep- pretty literally. Damian Wayne was precocious, spoiled, violent and everything Nayra had been when she came to Gotham for the first time- with the added benefit that the young boy was a trained assassin. Damian represented a unique challenge for Nayra- a way for her to make up for her troubled past she did everything in her power to protect the youngest Wayne. Often times her attempts fell to mockery but every now and then, the slightest hint of gratitude would shine through the sarcastic and venomous exterior that N was used to portraying herself and she knew it was worth it. Her actions worked however, her attempts to make her young cousin feel at home aided in the development of their relationship, both of them quick to call the other out on bullshit they became like siblings and for the first time N found someone she truly felt responsible for. She would do anything to keep him safe. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₇﹕ Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ Bɪʀᴅ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Despite the many changes that came with Nayra putting on the mask, she always had trouble connecting with people. She loved her family and her friends but it didn’t stop her from feeling isolated and alone from them. She felt trapped by her anger and her rage and it wasn’t long before someone used it against her- and those she loved.   While out on patrol one night with Robin and Batgirl, the three vigilantes where caught in an explosion which left them all unconscious and dazed. Red Hood and Red Robin responded to the explosion in time to find Damian and Barbara before to much damage could be done to them, but the body of Nayra was never discovered. Due to the insensitive of the fire, it was assumed she had perished in its blaze, and without another clue or idea as to what might have happened to the vigilante her family mourned her death. Nayra however, while having been caught in the blast did not perish instead she was taken by Slade Wilson, the man who had set the trap in the first place. Beaten and then incapacitated she was taken to a safe house where the man used a drug to turn her anger into a weapon. He convinced the drugged Nayra that all her insecurities were true, that her family did in fact feel the gap between them- that she would never be one of them. That no matter how hard she tried she was nothing but another soldier, he turned her inside out with her rage and her hate until she truly believed she hated them. The process took weeks but once successful he offered her a place to call home, a family. For six months he trained her, pushing her farther and harder than anyone ever had or ever would. She learned from him, her anger driving every action as her talents moved from impressive to deadly. And then Deathstroke deemed her ready, the two returned to Gotham and Nayra staggered back to her family. Playing the victim of a villainous plot she was taken back in by family who for all their paranoid graces did not realize what they truly had brought into the cave. Nayra spent less then a day undercover with her family before Deathstroke was ready, in that time she incapacitated Tim and Damian, making sure they would not be a problem. She had given Deathstoke information as to how to access the Batcave and once inside he took Batman by surprise. Bruce had realized something was different about his cousin but he didn’t realize how far she had gone until Deathstroke attacked, sadly Bruce was not the only one in the cave. Dick Grayson was also there, Dick Grayson the one person Nayra held on a pedestal and who despite everything she had not found it in herself to hate. Despite this N fought her pseudo brother, all the while unable to block out his words. The battle lasted longer then N might have expected, her new training and her brothers unwillingness to truly harm her made it hard for him to get the upper hand. Once he did however he was able to incapacitate Nayra. Bruce managed to win his battle against Deathstroke, taking it out of the cave. Slade escaped however but the bat family was more worried about taking care of their own, Nayra was taken to the sick bay were an antidote for the drug she had been on was introduced into her system. When she woke up she woke up to the truth of what she had done. She realized that she had turned against the only family she had on the words of a madman and had been ready to end them all. It showed N how dangerous her rage could be, it showed her how toxic that part of herself was and she vowed never to let it dictate her life again- at least not without much thought. It took months for her to fully recover from the incident, mentally, emotionally and physically she was unstable for many weeks before Bruce finally forced her out onto the street and she began her own path to redeeming herself. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Pᴀʀᴛ ₈﹕ Tʜᴇ Mᴏsᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ Wᴏᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ After the ordeal with Slade Wilson, Nayra Wayne found herself to once again be a very broken girl. Struggling to understand exactly what to do with herself given the circumstances she was soon approached by a man she had never expected to meet. The grandfather of her cousin, Ras al Ghoul, the man invited her to dinner and over dinner they discussed many things. Nayra at first believed this was another attempt to get close to the family and his grandson, however the conversation soon turned towards her and she found that she was the object of the meeting. Ras told her he had known of everything that happened with Slade, he gave her his condolences and then offered her a proposition. He offered her a place in Nanda Parbat with no strings attached, a stay for as long as she liked, training from the best in the world and a place for her to once again find herself and what was important to her. Nayra, who had felt so lost for so long accepted and only a few months after returning to Gotham once again left this time on even more dubious reasonings. True to his word N was given a place in Nanda Parbat free of all charges, she trained there and she found peace and for a while she began to heal again. She became well acquainted with various other members of the league and for a while felt as if she’d found her place there. But, she could not bring herself to accept their ways and so after six months while around them, she left. She returned to Gotham, this time healed from her ordeal and a considerably larger threat then she had been before. Many of her former rivals now found themselves underestimating her, her return while not quite in the public eye- was felt by the criminal underworld of Gotham. Of course, the new found power Nayra had found only lasted a short time and that respite- the return to what seemed normal to her was ended abruptly when Ras returned again to her and this time asked her to do something which would forever color her future. He asked her to become the next Head of the League of Assassins, to take his place. Kill him and become the most powerful woman in the world. She wanted to say yes. If she did, all she would have to do is rid the world of one of its most toxic individuals and she would be able to influence it for good. Or in truth, anything she wanted. She could become one of the most valuable allies of the Justice League, she could finally step out of her cousins shadow. By taking what he had refused, she could surpass him and make sure her name survived outside his shadow. And she said no. Instead, validated by what Ras, Slade and Oliver had seen in her- Nayra realized she truly had surpassed her cousin in the way that mattered. She was no longer dependent on her teachers, she had become a skilled enough Vigilante to make a name for herself. And furthermore she realized that staying in Gotham, and Star City was now no longer an option. Wishing to start anew and fully grasp the new skills and life that had been bestowed upon her through years of hardships Nayra left the name Swift behind in turn favoring the Alias Justice. Justice as a promise to others, and as a reminder to herself for what she stood for and what her mission was. And so she left Gotham, instead choosing to strike out on her own, blaze her own trail instead of following in the footsteps of others. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬               ┊Aᴅᴍɪɴ ┊ Hello! Its Admin Elle. This is a DC OC which means everything written on this page is mine (Unless expressed otherwise) So please do not take anything without asking. Feel free to reshare posts but if you use something of mine please give credit! → Ƭнιѕ ρяσƒιℓє ƒσямαт ωαѕ cяєαтє∂ ву мe , ρℓєαѕє αѕк вєƒσяє υѕιηg ιт ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[shuttervedi]

Your either die a hero, or live enough to see yourself become a villain. - Salde Wilson / Deathstroke So my bike stayed green like green arrow trying to be a hero long enough, that now it has become something else, someone else. It has become the "Deathstroke" Facelift done by @procarzdelhi #shuttervedi #xBhp #greenarrow #sladewilson #deathstroke #kawasaki #ninja650 #bikerlifestyle #bikersofindia #superbikesinindia #superbikes (at Chhatarpur, Delhi, India) https://www.instagram.com/shuttervedi/p/BuY9SzTgRO0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dkjyvhhkec75

[dickgraysonbluebird]

MOMENT PART NINE

. 　　　⚘ 　　　 　　𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 　　　　　　 Gotham City 　 ⫶ 　 09.12.2020 . 　　　　　 　　　　　 　　　　　 　　　　　 　　 ( 　　　 　　　) 　　────── . 　　　　　　　❛ salve, ho chiamato prima. Sono il signor Grayson. 　　　　　— Deve lasciare tutti gli effetti personali all'interno della vaschetta. . 　　　　　　　❛ ma certo. 　　　　　— Il signor Wilson l'attende. Ho fatto personalmente portare ció che mi ha chiesto. Sorride grato il giovane Grayson liberando la sua persona dalla cita dei jeans, dal telefono e tutti gli effetti personali che la donna in guardiola gli aveva domandato. Era stata la curiosità a spingere il ragazzo meraviglia a una simile azione; il profondo desiderio di conoscenza, di placare una domanda che ronza a nella sua testa da ormai diverso tempo. Abbandonati anche gli occhiali da sole si lascia guidare dal secondino nel lungo corridoio di mura grige, spente, di un colore svolto a smorzar l'entusiasmo, un colore che non avrebbe acceso o dato sollievo all'animo di coloro che vi erano rinchiusi. 　　　　　— Grayson. la cadenza dura con il quale lo aveva chiamato fece rabbrividire lo sparviero cobalto, c'era divertimento e curiosità volutamente non celati in quel tono basso. . 　　　　　　　❛ Salde. 　　　　　— accomodati. Immagino tu voglia giocare. L'ampia mano ad indicare la scacchiera, la prima mossa già effettuata dal bianco con avanzamento di pedone di regina. Non c'era vetro a separarli, le mani di Deathstroke accuratamente legate all'anello in centro. Dick era consapevole che tali misure non avrebbero fermato Slade se egli avesse voluto realmente evadere, egli desiderava restar in quel carcere. Tentava di ricostruire il puzzle ma con solo i bordi e tanti pezzi ancora nella scatola gli era complicato vedere chiaro. Con un sospiro spostó il cavallo davanti al l'alfiere su casella chiara. 　　　　　— Mi ha sorpreso sentire che avrei ricevuto la tua visita... o forse mi ha sorpreso riceverla così tardi. . 　　　　　　　❛ Sapevi che sarei venuto? come avrebbe potuto? Era stata una decisione istintiva, presa poche ore prima e alla quale non aveva mai pensato in passato. Liberata la posizione, l'alfiere bianco si spostó diagonalmente, a toccare il bordo della scacchiera. 　　　　　— Dev'essere stressante continuare a chiedersi il motivo per il quale io non ti abbia ucciso quella notte, nonostante ne avessi avuto l'occasione, nonostante la mia lama avrebbe potuto neutralizzare per diverso tempo e permettermi d'operare indisturbato. . 　　　　　　　❛ Non è quello il motivo. Taglió corto Dick, spostando a specchio il suo altro cavallo. 　　　　　— Quanto ancora, Grayson? . 　　　　　　　❛ Quanto ancora, cosa? fu il turno della donna bianca di spostarsi davanti al pedone di re. 　　　　　— Quanto ancora resisterà? Quanto ancora credi di poter annaffiare un terreno sterile? . 　　　　　　　❛ Non è sterile. 　　　　　— Ti ha dato dei frutti in cambio? Frutti che siano gesti dettati dal puro e semplice desiderio di vederti felice. Gli aveva dato diversi frutti, di questo Dick ne era sicuro. Non potevano comprendere, nessuno di loro poteva. Il pedone nero di torre avanzó di due caselle. 　　　　　— Vedi... ci sono potenzialità ancora inespresse, ci sono cose che non puoi provare se resti ad osservare e curare l'orto di casa tua. Vedi, è come questa partita. Tu fai il tuo gioco ma devi mettere in conto che anche l'avversario fa il suo... e alla fine- la regina bianca si mosse a mangiar il pedone nero dando così matto al re. 　　　　　— finisci per perdere senza neanche rendertene conto. Scacco matto, Grayson.