Icon writing prompt game!

[someinstant]

While I did make it out of the house today-- after two tries in the truck at getting up the hill at the front of the neighborhood-- I am still suffering from the effects of extreme cabin fever. My creativity has gone the way of all the bread, milk, and fresh produce at the grocery store; that is, I'm completely out

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[someinstant]

(Sorry for the delay! I'm doing these totally out of order. Also: Robin's body language in that icon is delicious. I don't think that I can be held responsible for writing the following crack after having seen it.)

Robin held himself perfectly still, his muscles taut. Imperfection wasn't an option-- not here, not now. There was too much on the line. Robin waited. Listened. Felt the pulse in his fingertips, the brush of air against his legs, the--

"FIVE... SIX... FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!" came the count, and he was off.

One and he was in the air, two toes pointed arms extended fingers open, three and down-- watch the landing, not so loud-- easy easy keep the facial muscles relaxed and four and up on the toe ouch spin ouch and five extend the leg, smooth smooth oh no no oh CAPERobin's arms pinwheeled, and he came down heavily on the ball of his left foot, the heel of his right boot caught on a loose thread in his cape

[lysythe]

ROBIN IN A CHORUS LINE? That squirting sound you heard was my nose. BRB, dying of blood loss.

That's Jubilee, but she's pretty much the Marvel version of Robin

[someinstant]

GAH. I debated for, like, FOREVER about who that was in your icon. And while I thought Robin looked a little feminine, I thought, "Dude, who else would wear the little green short pants?"

Clearly, I don't know my Marvel. Le sigh.