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Smoke

Jason walked to the Bunker 9, carrying a plate of food, a zippo lighter in one of his pockets, a little bit worried about Leo’s habits, like avoiding sleeping for two or three days and being knock out for twenty hours, or eating just one time at day.

He and Piper made the decision to take turns and check on Leo, sometimes the brothers of Leo did the job, Chiron or Annabeth, but with the months passing, only Piper and Jason keep going, and Harley, but the little boy had more interest in the bunker, and copied the worst habits of Leo, like drinking a lot of caffeine and working, mostly, in underwear.

He lighted the zippo, under the neon paint arrows that Piper painted, to help other campers to know where to put the fire to open the entrance of the bunker.

When the door opened a lot of smoke came out, going to the sky, Leo going outside, his t-shirt with holes and little fires, his pants burned upper his legs, in the middle of his tights, the curly hair a little long, almost covering his eyes, the work belt, thankfully fireproof, has hanging from his hips.

“You’re on fire”

“I got a little distracted” moving his hands, trying to put out his clothes “but Festus is talking”

Jason sat down in the grass, Leo coping him, the two of them with their backs on the stone wall.

“This ship will be amazing”

“The Argo II, we are the new argonauts”

“Why you call the ship like that?”

Leo smiled, while he picked up a burger of the plate.

“You are Jason, you were like a leader in the Roman camp, and you are having a boat, and Perseus doesn’t have a boat in the legends, and, technically, he is form Argos”

“Did you look myths to came up with a name of the boat?”

“I consider calling Leo’s Doom Boat, or Festus’ Boat, Annabeth said it was wise to call it Argo”

Dick Grayson Arm Appreciation Post. 

— Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2

Gotham Knights (2021)

In Batman & Robin 18, while going through Damian’s things, Bruce finds this note.

The idea of Clark sending Damian a list of movies he might find inspiring just rips my heart out.

The movies include titles about adolescent rebellion (On the Waterfront, Rebel Without a Cause), kids overcoming major odds to become successful and heroic (My Left Foot, The Miracle Worker), movies about justice, compassion, and heroism (To Kill a Mockingbird, China Syndrome, Gorillas in the Mist, Cool Hand Luke, Lawrence of Arabia).  These are tough, challenging movies, not patronizing kiddie fare.

There was pretty much no hint before that Clark had the kind of relationship with Damian that would prompt a note like this (they met once in canon that I know of)…I wish I knew the story behind this.

(This was a beautiful issue by Tomasi and Gleason, by the way).

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SO TIRED OF DC AND THEIR ANTI-TALIA BS.

REMEMBER THIS, GUYS??

WHEN DC ACTUALLY RESPECTED HER?!

trick or treat!!

I hope you don't mind some belated Mobinos for your Halloween prompt 💙

"Ruby is going to owe me big time," Jugend bemoans from the bathroom sink. The tile makes his voice reverberate through the hotel ensuite to where Alte is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You wouldn't miss this for the world," Alte counters, watching Jugend's reflection in the mirror as the man painstakingly applies eyeliner. It's a good look on him, making his eyes pop like emeralds. Alte can't find it in himself not to stare.

Jugend leans back to inspect the whole effect, tilting his face to and fro. "She insisted," he counters, plucking a stray eyelash from his cheekbone. "Her Halloween parties are always beyond extravagant."

Somehow, Alte doesn't believe hell or high water could have prevented Jugend from attending Ruby's party.

It's good to see him letting loose, though. They're wrapping up a tiresome week of mergers and deal brokering in New York City. Kanin's due to arrive tomorrow, but Jugend had decided to kick off the festivities a night early.

Entice club's annual party seemed like the perfect opportunity for Jugend to let his hair down — figuratively and literally.

Apparently satisfied with his make up, Jugend's eyes flick up to find Alte's, drinking down the full effect of his face paint. He'd elected to go with a skull, painting the hollows of his cheeks and the tip of his nose in coal black. The bright white bones extend down his décolletage, marking out each one of his ribs beneath the cut of his open leather jacket.

Alte had joked about colouring the scar over his lung into a vibrant red bullet wound, but the chastising look on Jugend's features had killed the suggestion in the cradle. Alte still thinks he cuts an impressive figure, brown eyes glistening from the hollows of his painted sockets, hair gelled into an acceptably stylish mesh. Perhaps not as adventurous as his partner, but definitely in the Halloween spirit.

Jugend straightens from his lean over the sink, corset slipping down his chest an inch, and beckons Alte closer. "Come lace me up."

Alte approaches dutifully, taking the green ribbons Jugend offers into his palms. The laces slide like satin through his fingers. Alte makes sure to pull the bindings tight between Jugend's shoulder blades before he ties them off neatly.

It has a wicked effect on Jugend's waist, pulling the length of his torso into a seductive curve that Alte can't look away from. It takes two attempts for Jugend to catch his attention long enough to ask Alte to pass him his witch's hat.

"So you like the costume, then," Jugend summises smugly, preening under the vanity lights.

Alte slides his palms down his lover's waist, admiring the feel of the leather and heat beneath his touch. Jugend stills beneath it, cheeks growing a little rosy in the mirror when Alte presses a kiss to his shoulder. "That's an understatement."

Jugend turns to face him, green corset laces bright in the mirror's sheen. The green eyeshadow over his lashes makes his bedroom eyes look all the more pronounced when he tilts his chin down to murmur against Alte's lips, "Hurry up and kiss me before I put my lipstick on, then."

Alte winds his arm around Jugend's hips, pulling their bodies flush.

"Yes, sir."

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