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Nightwing simply stood, in full uniform, right in front of the window, arms folded over his chest, eyes glaring through his domino mask at Barbara's arm holding onto Sam's bare chest tightly. The two looked peaceful. That wasn't why Nightwing hadn't woken them up. It was because he was entirely too pissed to move.
"Come on! Rise and shine! Let's--" Robin's words caught in his mouth as he finished climbing in Barbara's window. After a very silent moment, Nightwing finally spoke.
"Holy perverted, tight-wearing, associates, Batman." he muttered. "WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!?!"
Sam and Barbara jerked in the bed. Barbara took a few секунды (and a brush of red hair out of her face) to realize what was going on. Several expressions fought for control of her face: embarrassment, shame, surprise, and even some anger at Nightwing walking in on them.
Sam was wide awake the moment the word "Hell" escaped Nightwing's mouth. His was hate and a pure bat-glare.
"Please tell me this is NOT what it looks like." Robin said, still wide-eyed.
"Tim, go." Nightwing said, not moving his body или eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what Ты think it is." Barbara said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest.
"And I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell out so we can get dressed." Sam said, propping himself up on his elbow.
Nightwing glared. "Well I hope Ты got enough last night." he сказал(-а) hatefully, and left.
Nightwing simply stood, in full uniform, right in front of the window, arms folded over his chest, eyes glaring through his domino mask at Barbara's arm holding onto Sam's bare chest tightly. The two looked peaceful. That wasn't why Nightwing hadn't woken them up. It was because he was entirely too pissed to move.
"Come on! Rise and shine! Let's--" Robin's words caught in his mouth as he finished climbing in Barbara's window. After a very silent moment, Nightwing finally spoke.
"Holy perverted, tight-wearing, associates, Batman." he muttered. "WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!?!"
Sam and Barbara jerked in the bed. Barbara took a few секунды (and a brush of red hair out of her face) to realize what was going on. Several expressions fought for control of her face: embarrassment, shame, surprise, and even some anger at Nightwing walking in on them.
Sam was wide awake the moment the word "Hell" escaped Nightwing's mouth. His was hate and a pure bat-glare.
"Please tell me this is NOT what it looks like." Robin said, still wide-eyed.
"Tim, go." Nightwing said, not moving his body или eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what Ты think it is." Barbara said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest.
"And I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell out so we can get dressed." Sam said, propping himself up on his elbow.
Nightwing glared. "Well I hope Ты got enough last night." he сказал(-а) hatefully, and left.
And now it's time for the party to start! Later this week, 66DragonAnimations will be uploading a video celebrating the one год anniversary of this vigilante! The link to the link is below. They've even re-designed it for the special anniversary!!!
And what will the link account be doing Ты ask? Why, we're re-publishing every single Red Revenge story ever! Go check it out, Фан us, and enjoy this месяц of the Black Hero.
Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!
So please, enjoy this месяц of festivities and DON'T LEAVE!!!! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!
Random poem/anthem thingy. Came up with it on the bus ride home. Sowwy if it sucks
Our time is limited. Rarely do we see the end, my friend.
For our time will come when we can no longer fight the beast,
On our souls it shall feast.
But we fight to live, live to fight,
Refuse to take flight,
For the time we can.
Underestimation,
Pain mistaken.
Never shall we surrender.
Never will we give into the fright.
Never shall we go gentle into the night.
Creds to Dylan Thomas for that last line!
Our time is limited. Rarely do we see the end, my friend.
For our time will come when we can no longer fight the beast,
On our souls it shall feast.
But we fight to live, live to fight,
Refuse to take flight,
For the time we can.
Underestimation,
Pain mistaken.
Never shall we surrender.
Never will we give into the fright.
Never shall we go gentle into the night.
Creds to Dylan Thomas for that last line!