Libraries With A Sense Of Humour.

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Day 2: Master/Slave | “I will take care of you.” | Biting

Words from “Starlings in Winter” by Mary Oliver

an older wip i finally finished up

bruce/dick ... hmmm... flowershop AU?

At this time of day, the sun's rays pierced through the glass to illuminate the flower shop with a soft glow. Dick was too busy putting together a bouquet of roses to notice him, but that was alright, Bruce didn't want to disturb him either way. Instead, he watched silently as Dick worked - admired the small unconscious smile playing on his lips and the way his hands moved.

Bruce hasn't seen him so completely at ease in a long time. He imagined that Dick was humming quietly while working, maybe one of those songs his mother used to sing him that the words of were long forgotten by time, and for a moment he wanted to get inside the shop, just to see if he's right. Just to hear Dick hum the song, to close his eyes and listen.

But then he would disturb Dick's peace; that blissful state of calmness that only acrobatics and being among flowers managed to put him into. So for now Bruce was alright with just admiring him from a distance, like one does with a flower so beautiful they're afraid to touch in fear of damaging it.

It was a good comparison, but Bruce knew well that Dick didn't want to be just something to look at. No, Dick was like a sunflower that always followed the sun, that always looked for praise and tender touch, for love. And he chose Bruce to be his sun, to be the one he loved and was loved by in turn.

But the truth was, even a sunflower can suffer from too much sun.

They haven't really seen each other since the time Dick stormed out of the Manor after their last fight. Dick didn't call him and Bruce didn't try to contact him either, wanting to give Dick some space. But how easy would it be to just open the flower shop's door now and walk inside, to gently cup Dick's face in his hand and apologize. To lean down and press their lips together in a kiss as sweet as the scent of flowers around. No calls or texts would be needed - Dick was here, right in front of him. All he had to do was-

"Mr. Wayne, we have to keep going. Would you like me to order some flowers for you later?"

Bruce wet his lips nervously, forcing himself to look away from Dick.

"No, there's no need." He said. "Let's go."

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Thank you anon, hope you like it!!

You can find the game right here

Deathstroke Dick Grayson's design, commissioned by @plotbunny-bundle and inspired by @starwalker03's AU.

I like to imagine that the pupils of Dick's eyes are white, maybe they turned white after his experience as Talon and he hid it for a while using special lenses, but Batfam finds out one day and is like "???? what the hell happened to your pupils???"

this awakened some things in me

He slings back onto the helipad, stomps down the roof access stairs, swings open the door to their warm apartment, and pulls off his leather cowl. Standing next to the kitchen island is Jason, slack jawed with wide eyes darting between Dick and the TV playing the breaking news report on the Joker’s assassination. “I’ll call you back, B.” Jason says into the phone pressed against his ear before he lets the device slip out of his hands and clatter to the floor next to a familiar pair of combat boots. With a familiar pair of dark grey cargo pants tucked into them, a familiar red bat emblazoned shirt on top, a familiar brown leather jacket over it, and a very familiar red helmet tucked beneath Jason’s arm. Wait. What the fuck? - @hleamii - Take me out - Chapter 7

Fanart from the fanfiction mentioned above. Dick Talon and Jason Red hood. I also made a color version that wasn't very pretty.