Birds, Bats, and Tights

So I'm Gonna Fly

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redhoodbird:

flylikearobin:

 

"So, tell me about when you come from.  Am I around?  You didn’t seem surprised by me, so I’m sorta guessing I am."  Or was, he thought, but he kinda didn’t want to go there, not when they were having such a good time.

"Sounds good to me." Thomas easily followed after Dick, but didn’t dare do any of the fancier moves the man did. While he might’ve been able to do a good number of them out of uniform, under the weight of his suit and gadgets it wasn’t the most ideal when it came to flips in the air. Rolls and flips on land were easier though.

"Born in Gotham, stayed in Gotham." He said. "You are." He confirmed as he ran alongside Dick. "The previous Red Hood is too if you’re worried about that. Y’know, since I took over his identity."

Dick smiled at his concern.  ”I was, yeah.  I didn’t want to ask in case….  Well, you know how we usually pass on identities.”  Although, yeah, sometimes they came back, but not that often.  Not often enough.

"So you’re Red Hood the Second.  Red Hood Jr."  He laughed.  "Did you get deputized Red Hood or did you pick it?  I like to hear we’re all still hanging around, training the next batch of heroes, from the looks of you."

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flylikearobin:

Dick smiled and shook his head.  ”Not to me.  If you’re a Bat, the only people you’re dangerous to are criminals.”  He twirled an eskrima stick.  ”Speaking of which, wanna go hunt some down in the name of justice?”

"Oh good. Usually it takes a lot more to convince someone I’m not here to cause trouble." Thomas grinned and felt a bit of excitement run through him. Work side by side with his papa? Count him in. "Of course!"

Dick smiled.  ”Great!  You can fill me in on your future while we go.”

He led him over the rooftops of Gotham, impressed enough at how well he kept up that Dick decided he could even do some of his showier moves.  Not that he really expected anyone Bat-trained to be shabby at this kind of thing, but it was always nice to see style stuck around within form.

"So, tell me about when you come from.  Am I around?  You didn’t seem surprised by me, so I’m sorta guessing I am."  Or was, he thought, but he kinda didn’t want to go there, not when they were having such a good time.

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redhoodbird:

flylikearobin:

Dick laughed.  ”I’ve met my fair share of time travelers and whatnot.  That’s nice.  I hope it’s a good future.”

"It’s a great one." Thomas felt a sense of happiness bubble inside him at hearing Dick laugh. Just like his Papa. "So… still think I’m dangerous?"

Dick smiled and shook his head.  ”Not to me.  If you’re a Bat, the only people you’re dangerous to are criminals.”  He twirled an eskrima stick.  ”Speaking of which, wanna go hunt some down in the name of justice?”

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redhoodbird:

flylikearobin:

"It depends on the person using it."  He smiled.  "But I know a good Red Hood who also wore that symbol, so I trust you.  So where are you from?  Or… when?"

"Born and raised in Gotham." He answered the first question. A grin spread across his face at the second. "Quick to pick up on that huh? I’m gonna say… about seventeen years or so into the future."

Dick laughed.  ”I’ve met my fair share of time travelers and whatnot.  That’s nice.  I hope it’s a good future.”

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redhoodbird:

flylikearobin:

redhoodbird:

flylikearobin started following you

"And I was just finishing patrol too… ‘sup? Is something the matter?"

Dick cocked his head.  ”No matter, maybe.  I suppose it depends on what side you’re on.”

"Can’t tell?" Thomas poked the batsymbol on the left side of his chest. "Though I suppose the name Red Hood doesn’t usually mean good."

"It depends on the person using it."  He smiled.  "But I know a good Red Hood who also wore that symbol, so I trust you.  So where are you from?  Or… when?"

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thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

Of course!  Those are the best.  It’s your birthday, you get to choose anything you want.

Alright, I can work with that. Will there be booze?

There will.  I’ll make you any type of drink you want.  I was a bartender, y’know.  I can make anything.

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flylikearobin asked: You, me, Brent's chili dogs, and a marathon of the TV show or movie series of your choice. My treat!

thelostredhood:

Sure, sounds good. Uh… you okay with really, really old episodes of Star Trek? Cause that might be what I wanna pick…

Of course!  Those are the best.  It’s your birthday, you get to choose anything you want.

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thelostredhood:

timothythebrave:

thelostredhood:

… He’s not a demon, he was raised by assassins. You never give that kid a fucking break, do you? And I’m not sadistic. I just think the Addams family is less excruciatingly obnoxious than the Brady Bunch.

Simply because I don’t speak fondly of him when I talk to you doesn’t mean I don’t give him plenty of breaks, Jason, because I do. Hm, I have to agree with you though. the Brady Bunch are.. obnoxious would be the best word, yes. As far as TV shows families go, we better do one ourselves than try to immitate others.

Uh huh. I’ll believe it when I see it. They’re so fucking obnoxious. The kids are all giant pains in the ass. I think if there was a TV show about us, it’d hafta be on HBO or something. No way are we appropriate for daytime TV.

We’ll be the Game of Bats.

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thelostredhood:

timothythebrave:

flylikearobin:

timothythebrave:

flylikearobin replied to your photo:
I’m not saying we’re all giant dorks in our own way… but we are a family of giant dorks. :D

So if you’re Marcia and I’m Cindy, does that make Jason Jan? I am pretty certain he’ll hurt me if I tell him that.

That would be the logical choice, yep.

…Maybe let’s just keep that one between you and me.

Too late. *grumble*how did he even find out*grumble* He thinks of it as lame. Prefers the Addams Family.

I know everything, little bird. And seriously the Brady Bunch is as lame as it gets. And the kids are all assholes, which fits me I guess, but not you and Dick most of the time.

Wait, so would that make Bruce Morticia or Gomez, then?  I guess Alfred would be Lurch….  I think we have too big a family to be the Addams’.

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Let’s Face the Music

thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

"I liked being an instigator.  It felt good.  I felt…"  He took another drink, smaller this time.  "We were both in control of it, of what we wanted.  I liked that."

He grinned.  ”But the actual sex part?  That was pretty amazing, I won’t lie.  Aliens and metas, I strongly recommend.”

Leaning back against the couch, Jason threw back the second glass with ease. Again he filled up Dick’s glass when it was empty, fingers idly drumming on his own for the moment, his eyes flicking between the bottles briefly then back to Dick’s face. 

"Makes sense." After what Dick had been through with Tarantula, he could imagine how good it must have felt to have control back in his hands again. "Maybe she wasn’t the best person to pick, but… it kinda sounds like you needed this."

He was unable to stop a small grin from spreading across his own face at that. “Might hafta try that some time. Did she go all ink blobby on you during? How would that even work?”

Dick nodded.  ”She’s bad but not… that bad.”  The burn on his throat wasn’t so strong anymore, and neither was the ache of his bruises.  Whether that was the gel or the alcohol working, Dick didn’t know and, frankly, didn’t really care.

He laughed, a light flush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.  ”Yeah.  It was like, her arms would go all wooo.”  He held out his arms and waggled them up and down in demonstration.  ”But y’know, all inky and solid and tentacley and stuff.  Your brother has strange kinks anyway, Little Wing, but I think he just got a new one.”

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Let’s Face the Music

thelostredhood:

flylikearobin:

Dick laughed, honestly and openly, even if it was short.  ”Prepared as always, Robin Red Hood.”  He took his first glass and downed it quickly, coughing a little as it burned along his already sore throat.  ”Might need some more ice chips,” he said, eating what was left in the bag.

"I wanted to know what it was like, y’know?  Consciously making that really bad decision.  Not this last one.  The ‘enemies with benefits’ one."

Jason tossed back his own shot without hesitation, intending to keep things fair. “I’ll go grab you some in a bit. The gel should start helping pretty soon.” He grabbed another bottle at random and refilled both glasses.

"Kinda figured that might’ve been part of it," he said with a little nod. "Must be kinda hard trying to be the good, responsible one all the time. So how was it? Before everything went to shit, I mean." Because he might be more curious about it than he really should be.

"I’m sure it’ll help with this," Dick said, raising his glass.  "It was… kinda nice, I guess.  I feel bad now, because I know that wasn’t smart or right, but… I’m so tired of getting hit on and not doing the…on-hitting."  Yeah, that probably wasn’t the word in any way, but whatever.

"I liked being an instigator.  It felt good.  I felt…"  He took another drink, smaller this time.  "We were both in control of it, of what we wanted.  I liked that."

He grinned.  ”But the actual sex part?  That was pretty amazing, I won’t lie.  Aliens and metas, I strongly recommend.”

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