Re: Mr.Sarcastic/Wonder Girlangel_gidgetOctober 2 2011, 03:58:58 UTC
Heck yes! I am grinning so widely at the moment! The hormone-driven Mr. Sarcastic delivers such delicious blackmail material on his alter ego... s'awesome. Thank you!
Tim/Darlaangel_gidgetSeptember 18 2011, 02:51:10 UTC
Years after establishing herself in the superhero community as Warlock's Daughter, Darla has to deal with the realization that Tim was Robin all along.
She knows why he let her in. In a weird way, she's safe. Lynx doesn't ask questions, doesn't do those gentle little intimate caresses or kisses, and doesn't even ask him to take off that mask. He thinks it's because of some sort of understanding she has of him, but really, she just enjoys keeping it all unknown like that.
So long as he keeps that mask on, it isn't really him--whoever he is--under there. It's just Red, the guy in the shadows who may or may not believe that she's an undercover cop as she works his body against the concrete alleyway. The same guy who will speak well of her to Gordon and reek havoc with her gang the next, who slips his hand between her thighs with inexperienced yet fast-learning fingers
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Re: Tim/Jubilee (Flashpoint)angel_gidgetSeptember 18 2011, 04:22:59 UTC
Yellow trenhcoats, pink bubble-gum, and a splatter-paint of fireworks whisper on the edge of his memory as he stares into her saddened face.
He remembers, vaguely, how he wrapped her up in his own cape as he took her down to the floor. He remembers how she smiled and made him happy... but that was a lifetime ago, before the people he loved decided to all die at once, and Gotham defied him so thoroughly that he had to take her by the throat and put the barrel to her brain.
But Jubilee isn't everything she used to be either. There's no spark from her fingertips. No bright colors in her clothing. Just a hint of brightness in those pink shades at the top of her short-shorn head.
But when the initial disappointment fades, she looks at him again, following the line of his reinforced boots, up to the bat on his chest and the modified cowl on his head... and she smirks.
"Well, at least you still got your fashion sense!"
When Tim smirks in turn, he realizes something new about himself.
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So long as he keeps that mask on, it isn't really him--whoever he is--under there. It's just Red, the guy in the shadows who may or may not believe that she's an undercover cop as she works his body against the concrete alleyway. The same guy who will speak well of her to Gordon and reek havoc with her gang the next, who slips his hand between her thighs with inexperienced yet fast-learning fingers ( ... )
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He remembers, vaguely, how he wrapped her up in his own cape as he took her down to the floor. He remembers how she smiled and made him happy... but that was a lifetime ago, before the people he loved decided to all die at once, and Gotham defied him so thoroughly that he had to take her by the throat and put the barrel to her brain.
But Jubilee isn't everything she used to be either. There's no spark from her fingertips. No bright colors in her clothing. Just a hint of brightness in those pink shades at the top of her short-shorn head.
But when the initial disappointment fades, she looks at him again, following the line of his reinforced boots, up to the bat on his chest and the modified cowl on his head... and she smirks.
"Well, at least you still got your fashion sense!"
When Tim smirks in turn, he realizes something new about himself.
He's been looking for a partner.
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