#tireironmybeloved

[dramatisperscnae]

a gift for bruce: a card that says "one step closer to the grave" and written inside "don't worry, they still allow 'boning' in the cemetery", a pack of clearance valentine's day candy, and a teddy bear holding a stuffed bat that's been hand stitched to its paws

[It's Bruce's Birthday!]

The card gets a mild grunt and an eyeroll - though he notably doesn't toss it immediately in the bin and instead sets it to one side gently. The candy gets eyed for a moment - clearance it might be, but he still enjoys chocolate and taking advantage of sales is just being smart - while the bear…

Well.

The bear gets held, fingers stroking over the soft fur while the faintest of fond smiles plays over his lips. That's getting tucked away in the Batmobile. For help in soothing frightened children, of course; it has nothing to do with keeping the precious thing close to him, not in the least.

[normaltothemax]

@tireironmybeloved

She’s been following him for most of the night. A boy, older than her, dressed in bright, funny clothes with something covering his eyes. Running around on rooftops and soaring through the air with his funny string-and-hook device. Grinning all sharp teeth and laughing with his words as he hurts those that mean to hurt others. Saying calm, safe, it’s okay, not a threat so very loudly to the ones he saves. He’s very curious.

He also doesn’t see the man creeping up behind him with a wooden weapon raised, too busy trying to fight the other three in the alley below her. He’s going to get hurt, and these men hate him enough that they might even make him stop being, if they get the chance. That just won’t do.

She’s silent as she vaults over the railing of the fire escape she’s been perched on. Lands on the sneaky man’s shoulders, wraps her legs around his neck before he can even shout in surprise, and twists her body, sending them both crashing to the ground. She’s quick to roll to her feet, to knock him out and take his weapon. To use it to break the knee of another man, to cut off his scream of pain with a second hit to his head. Both men are still breathing. Both still alive. Good. She’s grinning viciously as she throws herself at the third man—the boy can have the fourth.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@tireironmybeloved "Just natural part of life, Timbers, for those that enjoy it."

"I'm fine with the idea of sex. My boyfriend and I have had this talk already. I just object to knowing even rumours of my brother's sex life."

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@tireironmybeloved said: "Agreed. Rope is easier to get out of if something goes wrong."

"Sweet Summer child..."

Dio chose rope, because he likes shibari, it has a way of stretching time when he's together with a partner he's invested in, loves to see their reaction to being binded and worked up while one of them is being tied up by the other, even without using it to restrain movements, he just likes to see the ropework on their body, how it adorns while also providing just enough pressure and texture to create something more in the back of their head. It's beautiful, it's Art.

"... please, never change. You're perfect just the way you are." And he's not telling Jason the whole explanation behind that, at all.

[hxllblazer-a2]

[[ i'm so curious how Jason would ping for John, if you feel up for it? that post is so interesting, please feel free to tell me as much or as little about John and magic whenever you want ]]

He understands the touch of death because he's been there, done that, and he's pretty painfully aware of how he must smell to other things that could tell when those that have died should've just stayed dead. It's cold, it's jarring, but he doesn't press about the how or the why because if anyone gets it, it's John.

He still has nightmares of his own incidents like the Devil's hands breaking his ribs and raking through his guts like playdoh or being lost on the streets of London without so much as even a name to know who he was. He knows better than to ask about the details.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@dreadofred @tireironmybeloved

I know it's too late… ( ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )  Happy birthday Jason!

[arrowsforbrains]

“ just calm down. breathe. i’ll take care of this. ”

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Roy panted heavily, wishing to will his body back to movement but whatever these punks drugged him with, he found himself incapable of even lifting his body back from the floor. He would have thought that by now, given all the criminals he dealt with and Jade's tricks in particular, he would have learned a lesson or two about how to deal with the possibility of chemical weapons but it was always a fickle, dangerous matter.

He felt helpless, down here on the floor, lacking control over his own body. He was sure that whatever numbing agent he breathed in or was injected with would pass soon, and he didn't panic; a faster heartrate meant the agent would react faster, too.

Fuck. He should have been more careful than that, god damn it.

"They had a kid with them, Jason..." his speech slurred, his lips doing their darn best to move coherently so Jason will understand, all while half his face was pressed to the floor.

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[thirst4justice]

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

A dimly lit alleyway, slick with last night’s rain, reeked of piss and desperation. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting jittery light over the crumbling brick walls. A lone streetlamp buzzed like it was on its last breath, barely illuminating the scene unfolding below it.

The guy Jason had been working over wasn’t anything special—just another scumbag low in the food chain, greasy hair plastered to his forehead, a busted lip leaking blood down his chin. He wasn’t laughing now, though. Not with the way Jason had him on his knees, a boot planted firmly against his chest, pinning him against the alley wall.

He was groaning, wheezing—one arm cradling his ribs where Jason had already made his point.

A sharp movement, a flash of her cape and suddenly Jason’s weight was shoved back just enough for the guy to scramble away, coughing and sputtering as he clutched his side.

“Under control? You looked about two seconds away from making him a permanent part of the pavement.” Stephanie stood her ground, hands planted on her hips, as the thug wheezed somewhere behind her. “Breaking all his ribs isn't the only option, you know,”

[dramatisperscnae]

# [for dick, if you feel like it?]

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Little Wing Ringtone: Poor Man's Poison - Hell's Comin' With Me

[text: Little Wing] I swear to god if you ate the last brownie again [text: Little Wing] I am rearranging all your bookshelves

[normaltothemax]

[for max] “ i made breakfast. ”

She groans, face pressed into a pillow. Why is she awake? Why did Jason wake her up? Why does he hate her? (She does her very best not to think about what happened the night before. How their friendship's definitely changed forever, if it's not over completely (shit, how badly has she fucked things up between them?). How this is completely new territory and oh god, they're going to have to talk about it, aren't they?)

With a scowl that's really more of a pout, she lifts her head to blink blearily at him. As much as she doesn't want to be awake, there might be a single silver lining.

"Food?"

@tireironmybeloved (x)

[arobinwithoutbatman]

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

"Who the hell put that idea in your head?! No no no, sit down. We're talking about this and depending on your answer, I'll be giving one or several people concussions. I don't care if you're not my Jason, that's a completely incorrect thought and I will beat it out of you if I have to."

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@tireironmybeloved continued from here

Another week, another morning starts, and Dio is looking for a place where he could get a semi-decent breakfast after a twelve hours flight back to America and a last minute transfer from New York to Gotham City. Abstergo Industries truly has a thing for sending him around, but at least this time they're also giving him some idea of how long he'll be in the city, and the possibility of having the time extended if things go well, so he's taking the chance — anything to be stationary for longer than two or three months.

He's looking at his phone's screen for directions to a cafe nearby when the message pops up on his phone... from a dating app? Seems like his brother is back on his old tricks to try to get him to see new people, which is cute and makes Dio smile when he remembers his voice, but also has him questioning if it's a good idea.

Either way, he opens the app and has a quick look on Jason's profile. Not bad at all in appearance, age range to himself is good, and it looks like he's nearby.

"Eh, why not? I got nothing to do." His finger swipes right on the screen and the message saying "It's a match!" pops as the chat screen is unlocked in the app.

Now to the awkward part... how to break the silence? Dio waits for a message for a few minutes, this Jason guy made the first move, so he might as well start the conversation, right?

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Easy."

He sat on the floor, armor squeaking slightly in the joints, and got to work. He'd seen far worse than this anyway; wasn't even any Talon toxins eating away at Jason's armor or skin.

...

Maybe he *should* seriously consider therapy.

"So how'd this happen?" Far too calm considering he's cleaning a nasty looking gash in Jason's side. "Stinging warning."

It's a courtesy. Medical alcohol hurts like heck either way but wounds have to be cleaned and he's got his own spare bandages and gauze. Always be prepared.

@arobinwithoutbatman moved from here

"Can't control where I land in different universes, remember? Although... I think it's been a while since I've been here..." Discussion for another time. The amount of blood is a little more pressing. "Fine, keep your secrets on the why and just tell me where you keep your first aid kit."

Jason rolls his eyes, and holds up some of the supplies he's already pulled out with the hand he can spare. "I've got it, don't worry about me. It's just a little cut."

Well, his equivalent of one anyway. Anyone else would probably be unconscious at best, still at the scene. Would definitely be requiring stitches to boot. "It just needs a little cleaning and some bandages."

[hxllblazer-a2]

“ i don’t think my legs work again yet. ” [[ i was gonna be good and not send but then THAT PAGE. zombie boy complications? something else? idk have fun with it ]] || @tireironmybeloved

“I’ll take that as a compliment then.” Or something akin to that. Maybe. John though was a bit busy sorting through the contents of a pocket to really mind or care much. Wallet, lighter, cigarettes, bag of oddities that clearly shouldn’t fit for how big the pocket was, a flask—

And eventually he made a small noise of success and pulled out what appeared to be a relatively decent sized bottle of Jack Daniels. Where and why? Well… he had his reasons.

“I’ll be going.” A beat, followed by a swig from the bottle before setting it on the floor. “Y’ can keep the bottle. I got four more.”

[thecreativeforge-a]

10 Fandoms/ 10 Characters/ 10 Tags

Baldur's Gate 3: Astarion

Darkest Dungeon: Dismas (Highwayman), Sarmenti/Jingles (Jester), Audrey (Grave Robber)

The Witcher 3: Geralt of Rivia

Critical Role (Campaign 2): Mollymawk (Kingsley) Tealeaf, Essek Thelyss

DC: Richard Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Roy Harper

Red Dead Redemption 2: Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler

Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustand, Riza Hawkeye

Shingeki no Bahamut Virgin Soul: Charioce XVII, Nina Drango

Naruto: Shikamaru Nara, Temari

( This is way more than 10 and some of these fandoms are SUPER old, but fuck it :u )

Tagged by: @kingofthewebxxx Thank you ❤ Tagging: @rex-rp @ichor-and-magic @curseoffrell @resignedworkaholics (technically same person) @babydxhl @tireironmybeloved @mr007pennyworth @cxpperhead @celerem @eyeless-smiles @kylo-wrecked and whoever else wants to do it!

[arrowsforbrains]

“ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ”

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"And you think people can't tell you're an academic, literature enthusiast?" Roy teased Jason as he leaned back against his chair, tempting to prop his legs up on the table but adviced himself against it.

"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment, if that was your intention," he continued as he fiddled with an arrow tip between his fingers, watching Jason do whatever it was that he was doing, "or an insult, and in that case, I am heartbroken." he feigned a dramatic gesture and put a hand over his heart theatrically, then let out a chuckle.

"What got you in a philosophical mood, Nietzsche?"

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