OOC POST SORRY .-.

I’M SO SORRY T-T

so for the past few days I was MIA because I was at disney and the hotel I was at would charge $4 each night for 3 days which is silly so I didnt go on and I’ve replied to I hnk everything I just wanted o tell you guys i’m sorry that I wasn’t here to progress into the rps:P sorry

Lance stop trying to cuddle me! || Nighthawklancebruner

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gothamsprince:

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gothamsprince:

He scowled at the pet name. Dami was not his name. Damn it Grayson did you really have to give me that as a nickname?

“Don’t call me Dami Lance.” He glared proving his point.

He pouted at the younger, crossing his arms, lids nearly at half-mast as he seemed… semi-relaxed, “At least I’m not calling you Dami-dame. Or Lil D… can’t you just let a nickname sliiiide?”

Damian glared as he replied a slow no. “I could just leave you out here.” He said slowly closing the door teasing him.

He glanced at the door and fiercely shook his head, “No.. nope… I’m good inside, Damian, thanks.” that didn’t stop the pout on his face though; or the stumble that came from shaking his head so fast.

He slowly let the door open and ushered him inside. Damian looked up at him to see the slight pout on his lips. “Why are you making that face?’

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Damian smirk widened oh how the little girl was so naive. She didn’t know anything. “You should actually. Ever hear about Batman? I mean he is very well known to say in the least.And yes I can fight I was trained my entire life.” He said the last bit in a bit of boredom with a bit of aging boasting never did him much.

“The real question here is can you? I see your hand twitching for the gun at your side for my slightest movement. You’d be half a second late to get to it though.” He explained to her as he then showed it by moving towards her unsheathing his sword pulling it up to her neck as he grabbed her gun from her holster pulling it up to her face.

“You need to move faster.”

“You don’t know who I am, so why should I need to know who you are? I know who you are, now, BirdBoy.” Okay, that was the worst possible insult she could have come up with right there. “Congrats to him?” She questioned, sarcastically. “That makes both of us. Trained since I was four. But, I’m not being a boasting cunt about it.” Even though that was sort of boasting, she wasn’t repeating about how skilled she was.

“The gun is precautionary. Plus, it’s better to make yourself look weaker, right? The enemy would assume they stood a chance.” As soon as she had finished talking, the boy was now up close to her, his sword up against her throat. She eyed the boy, brows raised as a small smirk grew on her face. She pushed the two around so he was now the one up against the wall. In the same quick movement, she managed to grab her gun back and pressed it against his forehead, the sword still between the two. “Don’t fucking touch me again.” She mumbled, pushing herself away from him and putting the gun back in the holster.

Damian eyed her cautiously. She was dangerous usually the ones who tried being heroes would get stricken with fear. Not her she was different. Her voice had been threatening to say the least but it didn’t scare him. But the smirk on her face threw him off. She liked to fight.

“You fight well. I rather strike hope into the citizens of Gotham. I’m saving them I want them to know they stand a chance.” He walked away from her giving back her space. What did she stand for? Is it justice or just a thrill of the game.

“I won’t invade your personal space again unless you give me a reason to. What brought you to Gotham?”  

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