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It's a Conspiracy - BTAFIt's a Conspiracy
Please speak softly
For they will hear us
And they'll find out
Why we don't trust them
Hushed voices resounded through the old garage; bouncing off the stone walls and sounding like thunder against the still silence of the night. A green and black muscle car was pulled up in one of the spaces, and the rest of the cramped building was covered in various tools, alien tech, and empty smoothie containers. All this was normal, and to the naked eyes, nothing would seem amiss; not even the two figures present in the garage at this ungodly hour. There was, however, something very wrong.
Speak up dear
'Cause I cannot hear you
I need to know
Why we don't trust them
She had called him close to one in the morning, crying. He had barely been able to understand a thing she was saying, and he was tempted to slam down the receiver the minute she asked whether or not it was he. He
Wings of the Knight Ch. Four - YJ Chapter Four
Tension hung thick and heavy like a damp woolen blanket over the small, white-washed room as the Team gazed nervously at their frozen teammate. While Batman continued to dress the fallen man's numerous wounds, the younger Team stood by in a way that could only be described as awkward, unsure of what to do or how to react. So much had happened in the last hour that was not according to any sort of plan or scenario they had ever trained for, and some of the newer heroes were vastly unprepared. Noticing this, the Dark Knight did the only thing he could: watch out for his own. "Robin, come help me with this," he asked quietly, hoping to distract at least his son from the worry that floated through the air like an annoying little firefly. The Boy Wonder nodded silently, obediently moving to aide his mentor with the task of clearing blood from their charge's face with a damp cloth and disinfectant. Carefully maneuvering himself around
Wings of the Knight Ch. Three - YJ Chapter Three
When Batman reentered the hospital room, he found the manhis enemystruggling to stand at the side of the plastic-railed bed, one hand clutching at the scratchy sheets for some kind stability, the other out in front of him in an effort to balance. "You're being released into Justice League care after you've been deemed stable," the caped man scowled, making to move to help. Though he was capable of empathy, it was not his job to extent such a kindness to the villains he encountered on a daily basis. In the field, behavior like that could result in serious injury or, worse, fatalities. "A nurse should be in shortly to check your vitals."
"Yeah, okay," the injured man gasped through clenched teeth, glaring back at his companion despite knowing that he was in no position for such brash actions. With a curt nod, Batman left for the dim hallway once more, passing a small, brown-haired young
Wings of the Knight Ch. Two - YJ Chapter Two
Have you ever wondered what the world would be like without its precious Batman to save it? Quite a thought, really--Gotham without the Dark Knight. Would anyone mourn, or would the people be grateful? What would become of the city? The Justice League? Robin? Imagine a day without the Bat. Now imagine a lifetime... Can you see the future, little bird? Because I can. And it's beautiful.
The man awoke with a jerk, shooting into a sitting position before crying out in pain and falling back into the pillows that surrounded him as an echo-y laugh continued to ring across his subconscious mind, playing on an endless loop that both terrified and annoyed him. He stifled a groan and squeezed his eyes shut against the light that surrounded him... patrol had been a nightmare the night before, and his body-wide agony must have contributed to the viciously twisted dream that followed soon after he had fallen into be
Wings of the Knight Ch. One - YJ Chapter One:
Inky darkness that enveloped the notorious city in more ways than one fell like a smothering blanket across cracked brick buildings that towered across an invisible skyline back dropped against the barely-existent light of the clouded half moon. Hours had passed since any human eye would have been able to discern an object farther than half an inch away, offering an inviting solace to the midnight-clad man lurking in the endless shadows high above the city's dilapidated streets. To him, the night was a welcome home that aided him in his eternal--yet at times precarious--quest for the lighter side of good and evil's the ever-changing balance, though this had not always been the case. Once, so long ago, he had feared the darkness; he had cowered like a child in the face of gloom before, in it, he had found the one thing he longed for most in the aftermath of tragedy--understanding, solace, family. And yet, as he grew in the darkness, it
Two Steps Toward Hell - YJNo one was really sure where they had come from, only that they had arrivedby however meanswith a fierce, violent vengeance. Alien race enacting a hostile takeover to secure new breeding grounds? Ancient people that had somehow been thriving, dormant, near the Earth's core for millions of years? Top secret, ultra-hush-hush government-funded military mass-experiment gone horribly, terribly wrong? At this point, it no longer mattered. By now, the Justice League had not only taken out all the stops, but blown them up and pounded any remaining pieces blocking their way into dust. The heroes' sacred No Kill policy had temporarily been disbanded when it had become apparent that there was no reasoning with and no containing the things, and the safety of everyonemeaning the entire goddamn human racebecame top priority number one. Well, more than it normally was, that is.
But after just a few days, the League's main goal had gone from watching over bill
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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