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Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:28:01 GMT

WHO: Tim Drake | Robin III, Poison Ivy
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Wednesday 04 November, after talking to Desire ._.
WARNINGS: NC-17 content, vines.
SUMMARY: Tim got whammied extra hard by Desire just for trying to find out what it enjoys. So he left the Tower before he did something he'd regret with Kon, by rushing him or something. And so he goes to try and get Ivy to go back to jail instead. THIS WAS PERHAPS A TACTICAL MISCALCULATION.
FORMAT: AIM quicklog.

Ivy: *Up a tree in her park, relaxing in one of those rare moments where the children have all wandered off to play and explore*
Tim: *It wasn't hard to work out where she'd go, although before know he'd been inclined to let Batman or other people handle her. There's still that level of... awkward between them, after all. But now, he wants to talk to her, to get her to go back to prison. That's why he's making his way towards the middle of the park now, quietly but knowing she'll be able to tell.*
Ivy: *A little smile as a tree whispers the location of a new intruder. There's a familiar desire (hunger) for the touch of skin and... she had been expecting Batman, but certainly a Robin worked just as well. She shifted her position lightly and waited for him to come in range.*
Tim: *It's surprisingly easy to navigate the park, compared to some times - but then, the circumstances here are a little different. And he's had a better relationship with Ivy than most of the other Bats anyway. He steps carefully into the clearing where he can see Ivy and looks up.* Ivy.
Ivy: *she smiles, lying on her stomach across the big branch of her tree.* Robin. My my, it has been awhile. *She eyes him slowly, raising an eyebrow* Came with the uniform on this time, did we?
Tim: *He's not going to let her get to him that easily, fighting down the urge to flush. He steps forward a little more.* You know you should be in jail right now.
Ivy: *A low hum.* Then this is a business call... How depressing. *She sits up, crossing her legs* I didn't care for the facilities.
Tim: It wouldn't be anything else. *He's keeping a close eye on her movements, even though it might not offer him much warning if she decides to turn the plants against him.* That didn't give you the right to leave. Prison isn't meant to be pleasant.
Ivy: *shrugging* I suppose I'll go back sooner or later. It got tiring that's all, but it was rather handy during that little zombie invasion. *She smiles down at him* Planning on cutting my vacation short, Baby bird? When there's so much... good will in the air these days?
Tim: I thought I might be able to convince you to make it sooner rather than later. *He keeps his expression neutral, ignoring that comment about good will. And ignoring other things - he knows he's been affected by Desire now, so he's trying to control all of his emotions as much as possible, as hard as that might be.*
Ivy: *She hums again, watching him a moment more before standing up and stepping lightly down from her tree.* And if I refuse? Don't forget, baby bird, you could be on enemy territory right now if you're not careful. *A vine curls up around his ankle and calf, there and gone again.*
Tim: *It's hard not to glance down at the feel of the vine against his leg, but he manages to keep looking at Ivy, watching her. He shifts position a little, just to feel a bit better about things.* I'm always aware of that. *When he's speaking to her, is implied.* I can't force you. I'd rather not have to threaten you with fire, either. *But of course, he could.*
Ivy: *That doesn't sit well with her at all. She narrows her eyes and takes a few steps towards him, circling a little.* Mmm, whatever it takes, I suppose. *She smiles again, slow and wicked.* Do you think about it still? What it was like? *She doesn't bother specifying, he knows what she's referring to.*
Tim: *He can't keep the faint blush off his face at that, but he shakes his head.* I'm not here to talk about that. *That wasn't him saying no.*
Ivy: Really? Because it seems to me that we've done a rather good job of not talking about it. And now, I'm curious.
Tim: *Obviously she's not going to drop this easily. He makes a quiet tch noise under his breath.* I'm not going to forget about it, Ivy. But we don't need to talk about it either.
Ivy: *a step closer, still just out of reach if he tries to strike out.* Oh no?
Tim: *That's what the bo staff is good for - keeping people at a distance. He resists the urge to close that distance, or increase it, standing still.* I don't see why we should.
Ivy: *Yeah she's keeping an eye out for that. 'nother step closer.* Like I said, I'm curious.
Tim: *It's dangerous to let her close - but less so for him, now. He considers for a moment.* If I satisfy your curiousity, will you go back?
Ivy: Maybe. *No. She's happy here and even more reluctant than normal to leave that.* Do you think about it?
Tim: *He knows that lying about it would probably not be the best idea.* Yes. Sometimes.
Ivy: Still beat yourself up over it too, I imagine. *There's genuine affection in her voice at that before the wickedness comes back.* And the way I touched you. Do you think about that~?
Tim: *And he blushes again, just slightly. What Desire did isn't helping him to stay unflustered now.* Sometimes. *That's an answer to both questions, even the one that isn't really a question.*
Ivy: *She likes that blush, a little surprised to see it, but then Gluttony wouldn't have blushed at something like that now would he? All the more reason...* Do you think about it when you're alone at night? Think about touching me again?
Tim: *He briefly considers that there isn't a teenage boy alive who wouldn't. There probably aren't many full-grown men who wouldn't, either. But... the thought still keeps the blush there.* I - sometimes, Ivy. Very rarely. *There are people he thinks about more, when he has those kinds of thoughts.*
Ivy: *A little knowing smile.* Saving those thoughts for a special someone, hmm? Do you think about them touching you? *Another step closer to that tantalizing blush.*
Tim: *He startles and actually steps back a fraction.* Okay, that's not up for discussion.
Ivy: Oh no?
Tim: *Stubbornly definite.* No.
Ivy: *soft little laugh* You're no fun. *And she's close enough to brush the tips of her fingers down his chest.*
Tim: *He can't feel it through his uniform, but the motion is enough to stir memories of when she touched his bare skin, and that in turn makes him want to feel it again - Desire's hand at work, and he has no idea how to fight it. He stays still, though, just raising his eyebrow.* Sorry to disappoint.
Ivy: Mmmm, I suppose I might be jealous anyway. *She's watching him carefully, despite her careless tone. Her fingers slide back up his chest, slowly, with a little more pressure.*
Tim: *Oh, he knows the danger inherent in that.* You shouldn't be jealous. It wasn't me. *He moves to take her wrist, pull her hand away from him.*
Ivy: I know that. *She lets him pull her hand away, but she doesn't back down.* He didn't blush the way you do. *Her free hand reaches out and strokes over his cheek, there and gone again.* You felt it anyway, didn't you?
Tim: *He steps back and releases her hand to do so, retreating and denying in the same movement. Although he can't deny her the answer* Yes, I felt it.
Ivy: *She won't let him get far.* And did you really hate it so much?
Tim: *Somehow, he has that feeling, but it doesn't stop him from taking those few steps away. He flushes but keeps his eyes on her.* I never said I hated it.
Ivy: No? *She smiles, following him those few steps back.* Did you run off to brood afterward?
Tim: *He doesn't exactly want to keep backing away, but he will, as long as he has room to.* When I was myself again.
Ivy: *That'll disappear real fast when a tree bursts from the ground right behind him and she takes the chance to step even closer. Hi there.* Regrets? *Her voice is a bit softer now that she's closer to him*
Tim: *Oh, hi there, tree. That's a familiar feeling, and not a particularly good sign for how this is going. He swallows.* Some, yes. My body was the vessel for a demon, Ivy, I'm not exactly proud of anything it did using me.
Ivy: Mmm... *She steps closer again, hands on either side of his head against the tree trunk. She's still a little cautious because Robins tend to be a tricky sort, but what had been an underlying desire for touching and kissing is quickly becoming a louder need.* So where do the things we did rank on that list I'm sure you keep in that head of yours?
Tim: *He knows he shouldn't, knows he asked for it and got himself into this, but he still spares a moment to curse Desire in his head, curse it for the feelings running through him as Ivy puts her hands on either side of him. So close... and he can't stop thinking about what they did, which he's sure is her intention. He shifts position, leaning back against the tree trunk.* Which list?
Ivy: *She raises an eyebrow and smiles a little.* Just how many do you have? *She doesn't bother trying to suppress her desires. It's what made her break out in the first place, made her return to the park and what's goading her to lean just a little bit closer.*
Tim: *He raises an eyebrow right back and allows himself to smile just slightly.* I'm a complicated guy.
Ivy: I suspected as much. *She closes the distance and kisses that smile, delighting in the fact she doesn't have to worry about controlling any of the chemicals in her bloodstream.*
Tim: *He tenses up, eyes going wide behind his mask - like he usually does when someone kisses him unexpectedly, and this isn't the first time it's been Ivy. It's almost impossible to resist the urge to kiss her back, but he does - he doesn't quite manage to muster the willpower to push her away, though.*
Ivy: *She notices that and puts more into it, moving closer to him. One of her hands moves from tree trunk to cup the back of his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck a little.*
Tim: *He's caught between kissing her back and pulling away, raising his hands to hover around her waist, not quite touching, unsure of whether he'd hold her closer or try pushing her away. He knows what he should do, but it's taking a back seat to the warmth of her mouth soft against his, and the hand at the back of his head. He lets himself kiss back, just a little, and enjoys it - then catches himself and does pull back, just enough to break the kiss. He's flushed and a little uncertain when he speaks.* Ivy, I don't think I can - I can't give you what you want.
Ivy: *She can feel the hands not quite touching her waist and there's a thrill when he kisses her back. She laughs softly at what he says, kissing the edge of his mask.* Do you even know what I want?
Tim: *His hands settle on her waist and... he pushes a little, but it's a half-hearted effort. It's so hard to resist, even though he knows that this is a bad idea, that it can't possibly lead anywhere good.* Then tell me.
Ivy: *Another smile.* I want to touch you. *And she does, settling her other hand on his arm and pushing back against his half-hearted movements.* I want to kiss you. *And she does, leaning forward again to brush a light kiss over his mouth.* For starters. *A murmur before she kisses him again.*
Tim: *He's kissing her back before he even really thinks about it, and then he can't really stop, not until he's a little breathless.* Ivy... this can't last. *He lets himself hold on with his hands now, pulling her in close despite himself.* It can't keep happening.
Ivy: *There's a little twinge of sadness, because she KNOWS that. All the sweet and dear things don't last and it won't keep happening because it's wrong in one way or another. Story of her life. But that's the logical part of her mind and not the part that's in control at the moment.* Nothing lasts forever anyway. *And it's self defence to kiss him again, to push him up against the tree more and press against him.*
Tim: *He knows that too, knows that things never last. A part of him is worried about losing what's barely even started, with Kon, but - he has no idea what to call that, and Kon's said they're not dating, more or less. And it's growing harder and harder to care, shoving the worries aside with the thought that he can just fix any problems that come up anyway. It's all becoming background noise to the kiss, thoughts falling away at the physicality of being pushed back against the tree by Ivy, and just - holding on. He keeps one hand on her waist, and lets the other slide up her spine to stroke her back.*
Ivy: *She hums into the kiss when she can feel him letting go, touching her, kissing back. Both her hands come up to his face, moving him a little to make the angle better, deeper. She bites his bottom lip, holding on to it for a moment before letting go to sweep her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.*
Tim: *He is letting go, and it feels good, and wrong, all at once. Maybe if it just stays at kissing, it'll be alright - and then Ivy's tongue is in his mouth, and sweeping away those thoughts again. He runs his tongue over hers and pulls her in close, even though his uniform is still in the way - her warmth is enough to seep through. He should be protesting, but the only noise he makes is a soft sort of "mm" into the kiss.*
Ivy: *She presses closer when he pulls her in, shoving one of her thighs between his. The material of the uniform feels strange against her mostly bare skin. One of her hands slides down from his face to his hip, slowly stroking over his muscles on its way down.*
Tim: *The pressure of her thigh makes him start, but there's no room to move - he's pressed between her and the tree very effectively now. He curls his fingers against her hip, into her shoulder - careful not to grip too hard, not wanting to leave bruises. He breaks out of the kiss again, blushing and breathless and sounding... uncertain, but undeniably hot and bothered by now.* I-Ivy...
Ivy: *The more she sees it, the more she likes that blush. She kisses his cheek in an almost soothing gesture, a counterpoint to the way she's moving the thigh between his legs.* Hmmm?
Tim: *Well, the movement of her thigh is doing wonders to keep him blushing. He swallows, trying to keep hold of his train of thought.* Where is this... going? *How far might have been a better way of putting it, but he couldn't quite bring himself to ask that.*
Ivy: *She hums thoughtfully, trailing her mouth along his jawline. The cape's collar is in the way, but she nuzzles at the skin she can find, licking a stripe.* Now now, you're a smart boy. *The hand on his hip moves to stroke up his stomach and chest and then slides back down, teasing the top of his belt.* Where do you suppose it's going?
Tim: *He doesn't point out that he's not feeling particularly smart right now. He also doesn't mention what her touches are doing to him, though she can probably tell all the same. He can't help tilting his head back to give better access to his throat, after all, and his hand slips down from her shoulder to trail over his belt, toying with disarming it for removal.* I have some idea - but, um. I'm not... going to be as - certain as he was. *Not as experienced, or demanding, or... anything like Gluttony, really.*
Ivy: *She laughs against a spot on his neck, biting him a little through the costume.* Really? I hadn't noticed. *She had. And it was... appealing, in it's own way. She knew it was going to be completely different from before. But, she kisses his chin and lets the hand at his belt slide down to cup his jock* That's not a bad thing, love.
Tim: Ah - *he tenses again, a small shudder running through him. That - definitely qualified as a grope, and. He couldn't help his reaction to it. He clicks the button to unfasten his belt and lets it drop to the ground, hesitantly lifting that hand back to her waist. Mostly, he's just holding on, lightly caressing the curves of her hips when he can.* If I satisfy this - do you promise to go back? *He's not sure why he asked that, really - it's not a good time to be pissing her off.*
Ivy: *That does piss her off a little bit.* Don't spoil the mood, love. *A murmur against his ear and she bites the lobe a little harder than she might have normally. She soothes it quickly enough with her tongue, sucking lightly. Her fingers slide back up to skim the edge of the tights after the belt drops, sliding in just enough to touch skin.*
Tim: Bad habit. *That's not exactly an apology, but then, he would prefer to have her word on going back to prison. He'd also like that hand to be going further, and - lots of confusing and contradictory things. He makes another soft noise and lets his hands wander up her back again, stroking and feeling, even though his gloves are in the way. For now, that's okay.*
Ivy: *If there's one thing he's not going to get, it's her word, but she does slide her hand further, pushing the tights down a bit as she goes. She brings her other hand down to shove up his top a bit, trying to get at more of that skin.* I noticed.
Tim: *Okay, that's - his hips twitch a little, into her hand, and he lets go of her to pull off his gloves, letting them drop to the ground like his belt. After that, he clicks to detach his cape, and it falls in a pile at his feet. With all that out of the way, it should be much easier to remove his top, although he makes no move to do that himself. He moves to kiss her cheek, softly, before murmuring* I just don't want to see anyone get hurt.
Ivy: *The kiss is actually really sweet. She nuzzles against his neck again, kissing any newly exposed skin.* Who says anyone will? *She's kidding herself in saying that, but it seems a small thing when pushing Robin's top up and off is the most satisfying thing she's done in weeks.*
Tim: *He's really trying not to let it become too obvious just how much he likes the attention to his neck, but she keeps doing things to it anyway. And now he's shirtless, with her pressed against his front and the tree rough against his back, and he can't help wrapping his arms around her again, letting his hands stroke her back and feel the soft waves of her hair.* I was including you in that.
Ivy: *She smiles a little against his neck* Such a sweet boy. *Kissing up his neck to capture his lips again. She makes the kiss good and long and deep, sliding one of her hands all the way under his jock to curl around him, stroking slowly.*
Tim: *He's a little distracted by the kiss, enough so that he physically starts at the feel of her hand around him, making a short gasping noise against her mouth, muffled by the kiss. His hands curl tighter against her back for a second, too, and he's - obviously tense, unsure, but still kissing her back, holding on rather than pushing away.*
Ivy: *She breaks the kiss to kiss the corner of his mouth and brush her lips along his cheek, pressing a kiss against his ear.* Easy, baby. *She brushes her thumb over the tip as she says that, keeping every touch slow and teasing.*
Tim: *He shifts, pushing into the touch and groaning quietly, short and strained. He's turned a nice shade of red and it's not fading.* Easy for you to say. *He breathes in and considers that he should really be doing more for her, but right now all he can focus on is stroking her back, her shoulders, the small of her neck, letting his hands caress her soft skin where they can.*
Ivy: *She laughs and kisses him again lightly.* Incredibly so. *A squeeze and she trails her mouth down his neck to nip his pulse point.* I like you like this.
Tim: *Nngh, he's going to have trouble stringing together a coherent sentence soon.* Half-dressed and pinned against a tree? I never would have guessed.
Ivy: *She pulls back a little so he can see the wicked smile.* Oh you're not pinned just yet. *Vines dropping down to wrap around his wrists and forearms, pulling them up over his head.* Now you're pinned.
Tim: *Uh-oh. His eyes widen behind the mask and he twists and pulls with his arms, but he can't break free - he's definitely trapped. Or pinned, rather. His breath quickens, a small thrill of fear running through him - and it's not actually a turn-off, at all. He makes a more exaggerated, full-body wriggling motion.* Ah, I stand corrected.
Ivy: *That same wicked smile.* For now. *She slides down, kissing along his chest and scraping her teeth lightly against his nipple. Her hands go back to his tights, working them down slowly.*
Tim: *He gasps sharply at the feel of her teeth against his nipple, and blushes harder at the innuendo as well as the kisses. Still, he wriggles his hips enough to help her pull his tights down more easily.* Ah... ha. *... yes, his capacity for witty repartee is fading.*
Ivy: *She looks up at him through her lashes, smiling and sliding further down. On her knees in front of him know, kissing a line down his stomach. She pulls the tights down and out of the way more, kissing the hollow of his hip and... looking up at him. Watching*
Ivy: *She turns her head, kissing him slowly right there before licking him slowly from root to tip, kissing the head and rolling her tongue over it, tasting him.*
Tim: *He gasps sharply and then groans, low and panting. He turns his head to bury his face in his own arm, muffling the noises he knows he's going to make now. There's no way he can stay silent with her tongue against him like that.*
Ivy: *She takes him slowly, moving her tongue against him and swallowing. She pulls back slowly, breathing deep and laughing a little* It's been a while since I've done this...
Tim: *It takes him a moment to speak, mostly because he's trying to even out his breathing first.* Ah... I can't imagine you ever - though now I have some reference. *He glances down so she can see the faint quirk of an amused smile on his face.*
Ivy: *She looks up and smirks a bit.* Like it did you? *She kisses him there again*
Tim: Ah - mmn. *He breathes in again, deeply, feeling himself twitch down there.* Yes.
Ivy: *She hums a bit and then takes him in her mouth, humming around him. She keeps it slow, wanting to push him just that much farther. Her hands stroke over his hips, not really restraining so much as feeling.*
Tim: *He lets out another little groan at the feeling of her mouth, hot and wet around him, and quickly turns his head back into his arm, stifling his noises against his own, slightly flushed skin. His body flexes under her attentions, hips rolling into her mouth and hands, and he pulls at the vines with his arms again, just a little.*
Ivy: *She takes him as deep as she can, swallowing around him, her own soft noises muffled. She licks back off again slowly, teasing the head before taking him in again, trying for a rhythm.*
Tim: *He pants out her name again, but this time it's mostly to stop himself from saying anything else, anything he might regret later. There's heat flowing through his body, centered on his cock, and growing more and more intense as she takes him into her mouth, burning away his restraint and control.*
Ivy: *She moans around him at the sound of her name and speeds up the pace, taking him that little bit deeper and swallowing again.*
Tim: *The feeling of her moaning around him makes him moan himself, and he does his best to hold back the bucking of his hips - he really doesn't want to hurt her and he's aware that that's a possibility, if he lets himself get too out of control while she's down there. It's difficult to keep control of himself under the circumstances, of course - he's getting achingly close.*
Tim: *His face is still turned mostly into his arm, but what she can see of his profile is flushed and panting slightly, showing the strain of trying to hold on to that control she's aiming to break. A slight shudder runs through him and his hips move a little more roughly in her grasp, pushing into her mouth, not quite thrusting but coming closer to it.*
Ivy: *Let's him move, moving with his thrusts a little to keep him from gagging her, but never withdrawing till she licks her way off again, teasing the head with her tongue and her lips* Let me see you... *She murmurs against the tip, kissing him there.*
Tim: *He turns to look at her with a little effort, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself quiet. He's glad of his mask when he looks at her, sure that his eyes are hazy and dark with arousal.* I'm right here.
Ivy: *She shivers a little at his words and kisses him again.* It's fine to make noise. *A little quirk of a smile and she licks him again* I want to know what you look like when you cum. *Taking him in her mouth, this time with her eyes open and watching him. She's working to push him over that last edge now, taking him deep and making it wet and a little messy.*
Tim: *He just makes a quiet "heh" noise, acknowledging that he's being quiet and also that that's not going to change too easily. Everything else, though, makes him flush and shudder and pant, the words and the feeling of her mouth around him making his hips surge and buck harder. It only takes a little while before he can feel himself tipping over the edge, and he pants out a warning - her name, again, strained and urgent. It only takes a moment before he's letting out a strangled little cry and coming, whether or not she pulled off, two hot white pulses that draw a line through him and make his vision fade to white for a few seconds.*
Ivy: *She's not completely ready, but it's worth it to see him lose it like that. She swallows as much as she can before pulling off slow. She coughs a little bit and kisses his hip. She stands, a little surprised to find her own legs a bit unsteady, and kisses the corner of his mouth, pressing against him lightly.*
Tim: *He's languid and breathless, his body feels warm and buttery, and it might only be the fact that the vines are still tightly wrapped around his arms and hands that's letting him stay upright. He turns slightly to catch her mouth in a soft kiss, almost lazily, before speaking.* Mmn. You okay?
Ivy: *She kisses him back and snugs an arm around his waist.* Just fine. *She nuzzles his neck and has to just... grind a bit against him because oh god he's warm and she has the taste of him in her mouth and the image of what he looks like fresh in her mind and she's way beyond hot and bothered. And she can't stop from kissing his neck over and over.* Ah... Relatively.
Ivy: *She's caught between knowing he needs that time to the hot, frustrating need to be kissed and touched and... She buries her face against his neck and bites back a groan, rubbing against him. The vines holding his hands have loosened to the point where he could easily pull himself free.*
Tim: *He does pull his hands free once he feels the vines loosen, bringing them down to wrap around her waist again, holding her close. He shifts to kiss her forehead, just lightly. Hesitant, again, but thinking.*
Ivy: *She makes a soft pleased sound when he holds her close and the kiss is soothing... She's a little tentative resting her head against his shoulder. She shifts her head a bit to kiss his neck, because yeah she did notice how much he likes that.*
Tim: *He makes a very quiet noise of his own and... alright. He keeps one hand on the small of her back and slides the other around between them to cup her breast, stroking very gently - experimentally, almost.*
Ivy: *Little gasp and a jerk of her hips at the touch on her breast. Her skin feels hypersensitive and him actually taking that little bit of initiative gets him another neck kiss.*
Tim: Ahh. *He takes that as encouragement and caresses her a little more firmly, squeezing just briefly - still gentle.* Good?
Ivy: *the question makes her laugh a little, though it falters into a soft moan when he squeezes.* Very.
Tim: *He smiles slightly, sheepishly - very different from Gluttony, and still blushing - again, possibly. He thinks for a moment and then crooks one of his legs, pressing on Ivy's back to move her so that he can slide his leg between hers, giving her something to press against. He keeps massaging her breast, still a little hesitant, working out what feels best for her.*
Ivy: *She spreads her legs a bit so he can slide his between them. She really doesn't mind the hesitant touching, despite the slight edge of frustration at constantly needing more. She leans back a bit to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing the blush when she sees it.*
Tim: *He blushes a little more, then turns to catch her mouth in another short, soft kiss.* Ivy... what do you want me to do? *to you? He's... well, he has some ideas, but he's thinking that it would be a better idea to let her take the lead, since he really is... uncertain.*
Ivy: *She shivers and grinds down a bit against the leg in between hers. She manages to pull herself away a little bit, to take one of his hands and drag it down over her body, across her hips until she can rock a bit against his hand.* Touch me. *She kisses him again.*
Tim: *Well, he should have been expecting that. He takes advantage of the kiss to gather his thoughts, what composure he can while running his tongue over her lower lip, and... slowly starts to move his hand. He works carefully between her legs and lets his fingers seek out the heat and stroke her, pressing but not yet pushing inside.*
Ivy: *A soft breathy gasp against his lips when his hand moves. Her hands stroke over his shoulders, hips rocking a little as he strokes her.* That's good, love. *Her voice is just another moan, half muffled because she has to kiss the corner of his mouth.*
Tim: *He moves his other hand to stroke her other breast, circling his thumb over the nipple.* Tell me if I do anything that isn't. *He says quietly, and then pushes a finger into her, gently at first, carefully moving to set up a slow rhythm.*
Ivy: You're oh! *Her hips twitch a bit when he pushes in. She'll find that slow rhythm before long, moving a little in time with it. She kisses his cheek and arches a little into the hand on her breast.* You're doing just fine, baby.
Tim: *He keeps that up for a little while, slowly speeding up the rhythm, and carefully pushing his finger in deeper and deeper as he does so. He kisses her cheek, too.* I'm not sure I should... encourage the use of that diminutive.
Ivy: *She laughs a bit, soft and breathy. She turns her head a bit and catches his mouth in a kiss, nipping is lower lip gently. The small movements of her hips match the speed.* What would you...*She has to bite her lower lip when the finger hits a good spot, to keep the words from turning into another moan.* Prefer.
Tim: *He notices that, and moves his finger carefully to catch that spot again. And then he slips in a second finger, keeping up the rhythm.* Just Robin would work.
Ivy: I think I can- *His finger brushes the spot again* oh! *And she's way too sensitive right now, it's been too long since she's been touched. Her arms tighten around him and she makes a soft noise when he adds the second finger.* Robin...
Ivy: *She presses close to him, letting the hand at her back take a little bit of weight. She cries out when he hooks his fingers, pressing her forehead against his neck and every other gasp is his name. Her hips catch the rhythm again, moving against him.*
Tim: *He's not entirely sure of what to do other than keep going and holding her there against him, offering her support if she needs it, and murmuring comforting nonsense against her hair. He speeds up his fingers a little and just... carefully, with an edge of daring, adds a third finger, knuckling his way inside and pushing harder, trusting her to tell him if it's a mistake.*
Ivy: Oh god! *Really not a mistake and she has to hold tighter to him, has to push her hips a little harder against his hand. What control she bothered to use for this sort of thing long since gone, just taking all the sensations and feelings, moaning against his skin.*
Tim: *Okay, that was - better than he expected, somehow. He keeps up the motion, keeps pushing and holding her close and kissing softly against the side of her face, her hair, as long as it takes to bring her to orgasm.*
Ivy: *It really doesn't take long at all, the pressure building to a final point just below her belly and in-between her thighs. She jerks, catching his mouth in a desperate kiss. She comes like that, pressed as close as she can get against him, hips jerking helplessly and moaning into the kiss.*
Tim: *He kisses her back, of course, and strokes her through it, making sure she's finished before sliding his hand out and away, stroking the curve of her hip lightly.* I've got you, Ivy.
Ivy: *She shakes a little when he pulls his fingers out, the after shocks leaving her even more sensitized. Her legs have a wonderfully weak feel and for a moment she almost lets herself sink down to the soft grass below, but can't bring herself to give up the feeling of him against her. She leans her weight against him instead, letting her fingers ghost over his skin.* Mmm... you do. *For the moment she doesn't say because this will all probably become very complicated very soon and she'd prefer to just revel in the feel of warm, damp skin.*
Ivy: *She hums softly.* Probably. *But she doesn't move away. Her body feels pleasingly relaxed and the gentle way he touched her only encouraged that. But this is the Getting Complicated part so she'll pull away... Soon... Ish... As soon as he stops feeling comfortable and warm.*
Tim: *He's about to start feeling awkward and warm, instead. He shifts under her, carefully - not moving away yet, but. He's a little apologetic* Definitely.
Ivy: *She huffs a sigh and there's a bit of a pout on her face.* All right, all right... *And her body really doesn't particularly APPROVE of moving away from the nice warm body and lets that be known by letting her legs wobble just a bit when she steps away.*
Tim: *He gives her a faint smile, standing away from the tree.* Thank you. *And... now he's got to consider getting dressed again, in front of her.*
Ivy: *Well since he's clearly not going to change his mind... she leans against the tree, which is just as nice, but not as warm or soft... and pretends she's not pouting. She also doesn't turn away because she's still a little spiteful and if they aren't going to cuddle then she is going to watch him dress.*
Tim: *He's rather bad at the cuddles... unfortunately. Maybe he'll get better with time, and practise, although that probably won't be with Ivy. He looks at her for a moment, and then leans down to pull up his tights before gathering up the rest of his clothes.*
Ivy: *She watches him dress, moving only once to lightly kiss a scar on his shoulder before he pulls his top on. A quick touch, there and gone again.*
Tim: *There are plenty of scars to choose from. He starts a little at the touch, glancing over his shoulder at her, but keeps getting dressed. He clicks the belt into place, then the cape, and finally pulls on his gloves.* ... I'll see you later. Hopefully in prison. *It's mild, more amused at this point than anything else, but no, he's not dropping it.*
Ivy: *She smirks* We'll see, won't we? *Hardly threatening and it probably doesn't help that she reaches out and cups his cheek lightly, just because she can.*
Tim: *He lets that last for a second or two before stepping away.* Please consider it, at least. Now I really have to go. *Go, and try to straighten out his head. He's definitely feeling himself spinning out of control, just as Desire told him to, but he can at least try to pull back some control of himself. So he's going to leave, with a small wave.*
Ivy: *Doesn't say she's sad to see him go, even though she kind of is. But things would have gotten complicated very fast and her desire to stay among the green overrode every other desire. But well, if every encounter with the Batfamily turned out like that, she wasn't sure she minded them coming to check on her.* Goodbye, Robin.

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 06:22:48 GMT

[continued from here.]

[Tim stares up at Kon for a second or two, considering that. He's... not seeing a problem with the idea, after all Kon did just help him strip most of the rest of it off, and it probably would be less uncomfortable. He used medical tape designed to lessen the skin-rippage, as it were, but... yeah, it's still not pleasant.]

Okay. If you want, I mean.

a continuation

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 22:16:52 GMT

Continues from here...

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 02:47:11 GMT

*Tim goes very still for a moment, to the point where Fleuret has to bat at his fingers to get attention and a resumption of pettings - heaven forbid he forget the pettings. He's not... exactly keen on opening up his mind again, as much as the last time wasn't bad. It still feels like a betrayal of his training and a foolish step to take. But... he needs to know, as well. Whether it really is the thing that haunts Bruce, or something else entirely - either way, he needs to know.*

I... yeah. I think that's a good idea, if you don't mind. So that I know - what it is, and why it's there. Just, you know. Be careful.

--

*Of course, he doesn't mind, why would he? It isn't like taking a brief look around someone else's mind is hard, especially when they let you in. As for being careful, he resists making a comment about that since it's pretty much a given.* All right.

*Knives stands then, setting aside the now-empty bowl of ice cream and his book, and sits himself next to Tim. Absently, he scratched the area behind Fleuret's ears before devoting his attention to the task at hand. Once more, soft, ivory feathers line his palm, in preparation for what is about to happen. But first, a word or two, just so Tim understands.*

This will be slightly different from last time since I'll be exploring your mindscape instead of looking at memories. You'll still be able to hide things, though, in the- *He pauses, searching for a word* ...compartments you have. The shadow will probably be elsewhere since it doesn't belong; I'll let you know when I find it.

*The explanation out of the way, he looks at Tim expectantly for confirmation, and once he has it, Knives rests his fingers gently against Tim's forehead, closes his eyes, and slips into the other's mind, careful to guard himself before doing so. After all, there's no telling what he'll find in there.*

--

*Tim closes his eyes as well, trying to just - relax, stay focused and open whilst keeping his thoughts quiet. Let Knives look around without ditracting him with unnecessary noise... if that was even a concern. He pushes those questions away for a distant corner of his mind to work on until he can give it his full attention.

And really, it's more like he just filed something away and set a little computer ticking over it, because when Knives gets inside and starts looking at Tim's mindscape, that's the kind of thing he sees. Tim's mind stretches out like something between a filing archive and a morgue, byzantine but oddly organised pathways cutting neat lines between cabinets housing drawers, little screens scrolling unreadable text over some of them - mostly the ones that are red and green and gold. Robin things - and there's no better word to describe it than things, though Tim's mind forces the information into the form of sheets of paper sometimes barely visible through a partially open drawer. But the cabinets open like body drawers in the morgue, and often there's a sense of a body attached. A person, but that feeling of death hangs in the air next to a clinical cool, both existing in a chilling blend, heavy but peacefully coexistant.

The paths branch out but all lead inwards, and as Knives progesses deeper, it becomes more like a museum. There are still cabinets, but they're not being updated, and around one turn is a line of glass cases, glinting in the now golden light like some kind of display. In each one is a person, peacefully asleep, or in the suspended animation of science-fiction films, floating in the cases. One is Batman, recognisable from Tim's memories, and another is the younger man - Nightwing. The blonde girl, the dark-haired one... they're being kept alive, if silent, through Tim's memories of them, in his mind and heart. These are his important people.

There are some Knives doesn't recognise, of course, and at the end someone different. Or perhaps, calling it someone is inaccurate - it's Robin, the people and the ideal, the uniform and face shifting, the domino mask a black-green-red constant shape amidst the subtle shifts. It barely ever takes a form recognisable as Tim himself - this is an enshrinement of the role, his predecessors, his heroes and family and everything it stands for. He doesn't see himself as being a part of it as much - or perhaps it's that he doesn't think he's as good as he can be yet, that with his potential unfulfilled he doesn't deserve a place in there as often as they do.

Beyond that, the air starts feeling warm and alive again. If music were playing, it would feel just about right, but Tim's mind remains silent. Or... mostly silent. There's a soft sliding sort of noise coming from somewhere up ahead. As Knives follows the path right to the centre of Tim's mind, a large black pearl comes into view. Curled up in the middle, floating like a galaxy in space but spinning less, is Tim himself, in the purest mental sense. The naked truth at his core.

And crouched on top of the pearl, stroking the surface with one slow, clawed hand, is the shadow - it looks like some demonised image of Batman himself, all inky blackness and red eyes and an animal mouth, a sharp white slit in the shadow that is practically oozing over the pearl, the part that resembles Batman's cape trailing inky strands down to the floor, where they sink into the fabric of Tim's mind, the ground running under it all.*

Get out.

--

*The world external dissolving away at his fingertips, Knives opens his eyes once more, a new picture being painted before him as the realm of Tim's mind comes into focus. The last time he was here, his only purpose was to view whatever memories Tim chose to show him; thus, Knives only saw the slightest snippets of this thought world last time. However, he is on a mission now, the way paved before him, and Tim's allowance of this is what is enabling Knives to perceive the details he already figured were there. Despite himself, though, as he wanders through the hallways, noting the papers, the drawers, the general feel of his surroundings, Knives can't help but be impressed. It's very complex - ridiculously so, almost. For a human, anyway. He's curious too, and more than once he finds himself staring at the files, wondering what secrets they hold. He reminds himself why he's here, though, and in the end, he lets the opportunity pass him by, respecting Tim's privacy as the scenery gradually shifts into something else entirely.

The cryptic morgue/archive vanishes, replaced but what can only be described as a mausoleum - or at least that's what it feels like to Knives. He walks slowly but doesn't stop, looking at the people Tim has preserved here and understanding that these are the ones he thinks of, the individuals who influence his every thought and action. Knives pauses maybe once the entire time he's drinking all of this in, and this is in front of the Robin figure - the ideal Tim aspires to. He stares at it for a moment, mulling over what it all means, when a soft rustling sound reaches his ears. His eyes narrow, and he moves on, wreathing himself in psychic shields as he proceeds towards the core.

And there it lies, suspended in the air, the essence that is Tim apparently dormant and unaware of the intrusion. However, Knives's gaze only lingers there for a moment, drawn instead to the dark, grotesque figure perched atop the sphere of Tim's being, the claw dragging possessively over it - over him - and the tendrils tangling themselves in the base of the boy's mind. A wave of disgust and fury washes over him at the sight of it, eyes blazing and completely intimidated by this...thing's presence. Whatever it is, it has no right to be here, and he'll be damned if some damned shadow scares him off of his prize.

Thus, Knives doesn't budge at the order, only reinforces his own defenses, though for all intents and purposes, he seems unchanged in appearance, his own voice taking on an ugly cast as he response to the creature's demand.*

What are you?

--

*The figure hisses and narrows its eyes to red slits, claw gripping the surface of the pearl with a slick scraping noise before it stands and leaps down to stand before Knives, almost drifting through the air with its cape billowing around it in the shape of bat wings for a moment. When it lands, it looms tall and dark, every part a solid shadow in front of the pearl, deliberately standing between Tim's essence and Knives. Cool twists of white grave mist begin seeping up from the ground at its base - there are no visible feet to speak of, only the trailing ends of the inky cape, still sinking into the floor where the tips touch it.*

I am the night. I am vengeance. I am the cool embrace of reason in the dying chaos of the abyss. I am his destiny, and he is mine. *The cape ripples around it at that, flowing around the base of the pearl, and inside Tim just barely twitches, a shadow of discomfort passing over his face.*

You are nothing but a temporary distraction. A dalliance without place in the Mission. You will leave him to me.

--

*Knives says nothing, his attention fixed on the thing before him even as he analyzes the situation. He's inside someone else's mind so he has less power to influence events here than he would in his own so he lacks that advantage already, but it's worse because this creature already has a firm hold. It's been here for some time, the tendrils embedded in Tim's mind damning proof of that. However, the brief contortion on Tim's face makes one thing quite clear to him - whatever this being thinks it is, it is unwanted and doesn't belong.*

He doesn't need or want you. *Several blades appear, curving elegantly and glimmering wickedly in the twilight of Tim's mind.* GET OUT.

--

*It grows taller in response, the ends of the cape swirling and spreading outward, rolling like a ragged-edged puddle of oil across the ground, covering the red and gold flooring in inky black and growing clouds of that cold grave mist. Indistinct faces start to take form in the mist, made of it, or perhaps just obscured as yet, translucent and rotten things with their expressions, where they can be glimpsed, stuck in rictus grins or wide with unheard screams.*

His wants are irrelevant, and his needs are clear. He will come to accept this destiny - he is the only suitable heir. His life has already set him on this path, and it cannot be stopped. You will leave.

--

*It's trying to intimidate him, their surroundings taking on a much darker cast, grotesque sounds and visages haunting the periphery of his awareness. They're a danger, and the entire atmosphere seems press in about him, trying to crush him. He stands firm, though, his own power coming to bear around him. The blades elongate, a strange brilliance gathering about them. It clashes with the encroaching blackness, the glow encompassing him as well, and Knives just smiles, the expression an eerie mix of disgust, rage, and determination.*

You first.

*And with that he lashes out, aiming to cut the main body of the shadow to pieces*

--

*The shadow just laughs, a low grating sound like the creaking of coffin lids, and opens its arms to accept the blade. Its body absorbs the light, and in fact it's like the blade is plunging into an icy cold ocean rather than a solid being. The depth of the thing is greater than it seems, like a true walking abyss, and the longer the blade stays in there, the deeper it goes, the more the cold and darkness will creep back up it towards Knives himself. The cape ripples with the laughter, and it points one clawed finger at him with a mocking grin.*

Pathetic. Filth such as you cannot hope to fight me. I exist to rid the world of those such as you, who hurt the innocent without care. You can do nothing here. GET OUT.

--

*Knives's eyes widen as his blade is caught - caught - in the thing's shadow. He tries to length it, to cut through the body of the creature, but it's all for naught. He's being pulled in despite his attempts to yank himself free. Infuriated, more ivory tendrils sprout from his left arm, embedding themselves in the floor in an attempt to anchor himself, and as the suction increases, it takes just about everything he has to remain where he is.

Gritting his teeth, he still refuses to budge, unwilling to believe that this entire trip has been for nothing - not when he's finally found something worth holding onto. However, as much as he hates to admit it, he can't do this on his own. So, with as much concentration as he can afford to spare, Knives reaches out to Tim's conscious mind, trying to direct him to the struggle currently taking place. Then, glaring at the towering figure before him, he responds, his answer a snarl.*

NO.

--

*In the outside world, Tim kind of twitches a little as he feels his mind being called out to and pulled inwards. He realises it must be something important - even though Knives had said he was just going to look and come back, perhaps something had happened... inside his mind. Not good. He lets himself be refocused and drawn to Knives, an embodiment of his conscious mind fading into place next to the Plant with enough focus and grounding in his physical reality to appear dressed just as he is in the outside world right now.

And he quickly sees what's going on around him, eyes widening in shock at the situation, let alone the fact that that thing is inside him at all.*

What is - what - get off him! *Tim tries to focus on the fact that Knives appears to be in danger, to need his help, in order to stop himself from panicking. He moves to try and pull the blade free, or to pull the shadows off of it, or something - only for the figure to release it by itself, smiling sharply.*

Fine. After all, it's you I want. *The thing reaches out, and Tim jerks backward, only to find that he can't move - the shadows have pooled around his feet and it's like he's standing in black ice, frozen in place and helpless to avoid having that - that creature touch his face. He winces at the feel of it, a harsh clawed stroke of cold sliding across his skin like a film of oil, the icy touch lingering and sinking into him. He's stuck and afraid in the face of the endless darkness from his nightmares, something too primal and powerful to fight.*

--

*Sensing Tim materializing next to him, Knives turns, any relief he might have felt blunted by the panic that washes over the boy's face the moment he sees what's happening. NOT the ideal response, which is why Knives didn't want to contact him prior to this. Frustrated, he can only watch as Tim rushes to help him, still trapped by the grip of the creature. Idiot!

The shadow lets go suddenly, though, and Knives nearly tumbles back, the blades anchoring him the only reason why he's able to maintain his balance. Staggering upright, breathing hard, Knives sees the situation unfold with increasing rage as the whatever-it-is seizes Tim, trapping him where he stands. Raging now, he stalks forward, the glow emanating from his left arm intensifying as feathered fingertips curl tightly about Tim's shoulder.*

This is your mind. Take control NOW.

--

*Tim looks between Knives and the Bat - when did he even start calling it that inside his mind - face stricken as he tries to overcome his fear. He knows this is his mind, that he should have ultimate control over what happens here, but this - this is the thing from his nightmares, the undefeatable void and the inevitable fate that consumes him, sends him sinking into darkness every time. The faces swirling in the grave mist clarify, solidfy into some of the people from his mausoleum, their faces and bodies suffering from deathly pallor and rotting flesh, bloodied and bruised, every one broken in some way, and it's like staring at the consequences of his mistakes and having his heart laid out in front of him. All these deaths happened because of him.

As he thinks that, gulping for words, he starts sinking into the shadow at his feet, feels it pulling against the grip Knives has on his shoulder.*

You know how this will end. You know what awaits you. You know you cannot deny me or the Mission. You have dreamed it a thousand times.

*The Bat smiles cruelly, but it's the wrong thing to say, right at the end. Anger flares up inside Tim, and he pulls back, away from it and the ghosts it brings with it.*

So that's been you, all this time. Reaching into my head and throwing those memories at me just so you can use me for yourself! Knives is right, this is my mind and I don't want you here! Get out and leave me alone! *Tim is surprised to find himself glowing by the end, more softly than Knives right now but still bright, and somehow his clothes have changed, replaced by the Robin uniform - his original one, red and yellow and green. The Bat hisses and moves back, the shadows retracting to the size of an ordinary man, though the tendrils still sink into the ground.*

You think to refuse me, child? When your life is dedicated to the Mission, when it leads only to misery and death, how can any but I be waiting for you? Your mind is already taking the shape I need, and some day you will be part of me just as I am a part of you now. You cannot escape it.

*Tim shudders for a second, light dimming, but then firms his resolve and stands tall, and the light in the chamber grows, not just centred on him any more but coming from all around to chase the shadow away. His cape unfurls behind him like golden wings.* I'll choose my own destiny. I don't need anything from you, so get the hell out.

*The scenery around them doesn't change so much as it begins to feel different - alive and focused, sharply. And birds begin landing on the cabinets around them, red-breasted robins as a matter of obvious symbology, their song ringing out clearly in the chamber. The Bat's barely-present features contort in rage as it is driven back further, growing smaller and having its tendrils forced out of the ground.*

You cannot resist this forever. You will return. I will be waiting, Timothy. *It hisses, a final warning before it fades into a black smudge of shadow in the shape of a bat and disappears into the ether, finally expunged.

Tim exhales in deep sigh and almost sags from the exertion. He glances up at Knives wryly.*

I thought you said you were just going to tell me when you found it?

Permissions Post

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 01:34:15 GMT

No Tim is not suddenly psychic, don't worry your brainmeats are safe.

Your hard drives, on the other hand!

TIM CAN HACK STUFF. This is very firmly established in canon - he's no Oracle, but he was given training by her, and his first real case was cracking Anarky's MoneySpider program when Batman couldn't (and was also busy failing to save Tim's parents). I am considering that he can't hack anything labelled ENCRYPTED unless you want him to, and he can make Encrypted posts himself but it takes extra time.

WHAT I NEED FROM YOU:

- Please tell me if it is okay for Tim to hack your PRIVATE threads. Cases where he will probably do that: if you're a Gotham Rogue or he hates you. I'M LOOKING AT YOU SLADE B| Or if you've been particularly suspicious. (Or if he cares about you, sorry Dick)

-Tell me if you WANT Tim to hack any PRIVATE or ENCRYPTED threads, and give me links, if you'd be interested in getting him involved in a plot that way!

-I guess you can also tell me if you NEVER EVER want him to hack ANYTHING YOU DO EVER B)

-Hit me up if you'd like Tim to do some more serious hacking into your character's systems for any plot or fun purposes, too :3

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 00:15:19 GMT

123youreit is being stalked on Livejournal!

insilencespeak is stalking 123youreit
insilencespeak's REAL name :	Birch Schell
insilencespeak's REAL DOB :	03rd October 1980
Height :189 cm	Weight : 117.9 kg
insilencespeak has dreamt about you :	29 times
insilencespeak became interested in you :	21st June 2005
insilencespeak's latest dream about you
After a brief rendezvous in a unisex spa, the two lovers decide to make kittens behind an unattended reception desk. 5 minutes into the experience David Hasselhoff mysteriously appears at the desk with his hand resting casually on the side of his cheek trying to surpress the grin that by-now has engulfed his face. He steals a glimpse of your genetalia before disappearing as quickly as he came.
This is how insilencespeak describes your relationship behind your back
'123youreit is my best friend in the whole world. When he dies I'm thinking of stuffing him and placing him beside my television.'
insilencespeak's been stealing stuff from your house too.
insilencespeak has a number of 123youreit's old school books littered around their bedroom.
They've even started modifying their body for you
insilencespeak had their tongue pierced just to win your approval.
They sent the following message to you in a Valentines
Fuck me darling! Fuck me now! Fuck me whilst I'm limber! It won't be long before we both have arthiritis anyway!

The Police
No. calls to the police :	1 times
Your Last Call to The Police
"Police? Look that fucker insilencespeak is still harassing me. I got another valentines card smeared in blood today again. Can't you do something about this? I'm starting to become scared for my life."
insilencespeak's Police File
insilencespeak seems to have changed their ways in the past couple of years. Our only complaints are that he refuses to wash. You should have smelt their fucking cell after they were released. One of our wardens nearly died of shock.

Testimonies about insilencespeak

kingofrejects - An overly camp drama queen

'You think you know a person and then something like this comes out of the blue. Fuck that, I'm becoming a recluse.'

PS all I got was a drop-down box to pick from my f-list, how do I shot naming my own stalker :|?

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:41:50 GMT

Discussion regarding Tim and his Scary Bat God... infection, you could say.

Tim-mun: aaaaahhh "what is the Scary Bat God"
Tim-mun: QUICK HELP B|
Cass-mun: HAHAHAdhfjdhfjd um
Cass-mun: it's when Batman starts talking to ... something/someone/himself like the Case orrrr one of his uniforms. it tells him stuff to do/argues with him/etc. I don't even know
Tim-mun: What I had was:
Tim-mun: twilth (09:48:11): ...what is this Scary Bat God exactly XD
Tim-mun: sugarlupus (09:49:29): It's sort of like... hmmm. Bruce's totem almost? A big, dark presence that exists within him, but is bigger than him, and threatens to swallow him up.
Tim-mun: sugarlupus (09:50:02): I think, recently, he went and had his ties to it cut, and started acting like a REAL HUMAN BEING, ahaha
Cass-mun: YES.
Cass-mun: much better than what I babbled

* Tim-mun SCARY BATGODS at
* Moon Knight mun KHONSHUS AT >8D
Cass-mun: BRUUUUCE. SEVER ALL TIES TO YOUR FAMILY, YOU'RE NOT CONCENTRATING ON THE MISSION ENOUGHHH.
Tim-mun: asdgfjkhg
Moon Knight mun: HEY MARC, WHY AREN'T YOU KILLING MORE PEOPLE? YOU'RE A FUCKING AVATAR OF VENGEANCE, BLOOD IS YOUR M.O.
Moon Knight mun: Marc: Sh-shut up I'm a hero goddamnit ;_;
Tim-mun: Jilli I was saying that Tim had a bit of Scary Bat God stuck on his unconscious, like a little dark smear
Cass-mun: clearly they would be drinking buddies, not rap rivals.
Tim-mun: Would that be fair? X3
Cass-mun: you WOULD say that you creepy, totally accurate person
Tim-mun: Hahahaha
Cass-mun: it may be more than a smear too <___>
Tim-mun: Yeeeeah
Moon Knight mun: D:
Moon Knight mun: smear brings up WEIRD CONNOTATIONS
Tim-mun: Thank goodness he doesn't have a case or anything to talk to him
Tim-mun: XD
Tim-mun: WELL
Moon Knight mun: Scary Bat God masturbated inside Tim's head.
Tim-mun: I was going to say smudge but - thank you
Moon Knight mun: THAT IS WHY HE THINKS SO WEIRDLY

Moon Knight mun: What about Cass? Has she been relatively unmolested?
Cass-mun: hahahaha
Tim-mun: At least SBG doesn't drive people to kill
Tim-mun: ... I think
Cass-mun: yes, she's fine, she's just haunted by her friend that... isn't dead
Tim-mun: XD
Cass-mun: also SGB doesn't pretend to be Tigra in a bikini
Moon Knight mun: XDD
Moon Knight mun: XDDD
Tim-mun: ffffft lol
Moon Knight mun: Or dresses up as Uncle Sam.
Tim-mun: No he just
Moon Knight mun: Or a Nazi.
Tim-mun: Hangs out
Tim-mun: Being dark
Tim-mun: brooding
Tim-mun: Talking about the mission
Tim-mun: ... kind of like Bruce
Cass-mun: really, Khonshu is much more festive
Moon Knight mun: Much more.
Moon Knight mun: Despite being crazy.
Tim-mun: We should have a completely separate thread where SBG and Khonshu talk to each other
Moon Knight mun: XDD
Tim-mun: Except SBG is a chibi because there's only a bit of him there

Tim-mun: Tim's soul belongs to SBG now anyway :(
Moon Knight mun: :(
Moon Knight mun: I love how there's a non-canon name for the SBG. X
Moon Knight mun: XD*
Tim-mun: Hahaha yeah
Tim-mun: It's just like WHAT
Tim-mun: WHAT IS THAT
Tim-mun: WHAT'S GOING ON GRANT MORRISON
Cass-mun Is he TALKING TO HIMSELF or WHAT
Cass-mun Grant Morrison: Delicious drugs.
Tim-mun: Fandom: *Decides this is an entity* *calls it the Scary Bat God because it's fucking scary*
Cass-mun Grant Morrison: *considers this canon*
Tim-mun: DC: ... Well shit, okay. *Runs with it.*

so I have an entry and so everyone knows~ [ooc but the meme was taken ic]

Sat, 13 Dec 2008 15:51:27 GMT

Your results:
You are Batman

Batman		80%
Robin		67%
Superman		65%
Hulk		55%
The Flash		55%
Catwoman		55%
Green Lantern		45%
Spider-Man		40%
Iron Man		40%
Supergirl		35%
Wonder Woman		30%

You are dark, love gadgets
and have vowed to help the innocent
not suffer the pain you have endured.

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