waywardredbird

[waywardredbird]

    “Is that really all you want from me? A couple of drinks?”

blackxbluc || { starter call }

    “We don’t need to do this every time I’m back in Gotham.”

[waywardredbird]

“God, I hate you, Dickwing.” Jason shook his head, snorting softly under his breath. The noise was muffled by his mask - which he was more than a little  grateful for - as he shifted his weight between his feet. “You need something, or are you gonna stand there and just drop some more stupid puns?”

fightwing​ || { starter call }

    “Y’know, you think you’re funny, but you’re really not.”

[waywardredbird]

    “That sounds about right, officer. Look. I’ll own up to it      if I did it, but in this case, I didn’t do a damn thing. The hell      are you still hecklin’ me for? I have nothin’ for you.”

mostdangerouslantern || { starter call }

    “Listen. We were just mindin’ our own business when      we were flyin’ through there. We didn’t see shit. Get      that through your head.”

[waywardredbird]

    “If you get hurt, that’s gonna be on me, but I guess I can’t really tell you what to do.”

    “Look, you shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous.”

[waywardredbird]

    “It must be nice livin’ like that.”

   “This is Gotham. Everything anyone does here      involves everyone. It’s one of the most unfortunate      truths of this goddamn city.”

[waywardredbird]

worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

[waywardredbird]

    “I’m deaf, not blind, and I’m tellin’ ya. You are slow as shit, kid.”

“You move SLOW as SHIT.” //beaten

waywardredbird

            LOOKS ABOUT.             “ Are you SERIOUSLY talking to me?              Geez. I hope that dumb helmet just              makes you blind as heck & ya can’t see              the symbol on my uniform. “

[waywardredbird]

    “Y’know, some people say some bad shit about you,      but you’re one of the best damn people in this city.”

“That’ll be perfectly fine. Give me a couple of hours and you’ll have them.When have I ever let you down?”

[waywardredbird]

   “If you’re gonna present me with that shit-eating grin, try taking that goofy     thing off of your face first.”

    “You can’t make me do shit.”

[waywardredbird]

    “Look, you shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous.”

rxdstained || { starter call }

    “Nice costume. Did your mama make that for ya?”

[waywardredbird]

    “It means you’re not foolin’ me, short stack.”

bowstobombs || { starter call }

    “And I’m supposed to believe your scrawny ass is Arsenal?”

[waywardredbird]

   “This is Gotham. Everything anyone does here      involves everyone. It’s one of the most unfortunate      truths of this goddamn city.”

wontbecollared || { starter call }

    “I’m not here looking for trouble, so quit acting like I am.”

[waywardredbird]

mostdangerouslantern || { starter call }

    “Listen. We were just mindin’ our own business when      we were flyin’ through there. We didn’t see shit. Get      that through your head.”

[waywardredbird]

blackxbluc || { starter call }

    “We don’t need to do this every time I’m back in Gotham.”

[waywardredbird]

leijxna || { starter call }

    “Get down!”

[waywardredbird]

Jason reached for her arm. He gently led it back down to the bed. “Listen,” he stressed the syllables as he leaned forward. “I promise not to leave you alone. You’re safe with me.” He pulled his hand away from her injured arm. “Once you’re stable, I’ll take you home.”

jason/maddie || s u r v i v a l

waywardredbird

Jason held her hand as he moved, putting a firm hand on her shoulder. He gave it a squeeze, and then lifted it to cup her cheek. He lead her gaze towards his own, focusing on her eyes. “Maddie.” His brows furrowed, stomach churning as he saw the fear on her face. He knew it all to well, knew how much fear the bastard could put into a person. “Look at me. He’s not here. He’s not going to get near you because I’m here. If that bastard comes near you, I’ll put a fucking bullet in his head.” It was a promise, one she had to know he wouldn’t break. 

“When they discharge you, I’ll take you home.”

Maddie’s head turned, eyes staring into Jason’s as he tried to reassure her. She didn’t shake her head or nod because it was an empty promise as far as she was concerned. Where was he? In police custody, on the run? “No.” She demanded. “I want to go home now. I don’t need to be here! I’m fine.” Motioning to her arm and then hissing at the dull pain, “It just hurts a little.” 

[waywardredbird]

fightwing​ || { starter call }

    “Y’know, you think you’re funny, but you’re really not.”