Medium is a nice sweet spot.

Why do I have a meeting to go to when I just want to sleep? Is Bruce punishing me? This feels like punishment.

Bruce Thomas Wayne. Batman. • Composite portrayal based on the Brave and the Bold, BTAS, and the Arkhamverse. • Literate • Mature themes • Love crossovers in #MVRP • Continuity flexible! #DCRP #RPSky

Okay, you won me over. I could demolish a mango right now. Why so fruity?

What kind of fruits are we talking here? Not that I'm picky, but it will affect my enthusiasm.

Dixie expected there might be multiple bombs, but she didn't have to be happy about it. She glared, maintaining perfect eye contact and holding the same expression when she cried out, "Oh, no, there are bombs in the building! What can we doooo?" Before she finally departed, she muttered under her+

It is, but you're still valid for saying it.

Yeah, but it still feels weird defaulting to our billionaires being the only ethical ones. But there ARE a lot of names in Bruce's contact list who could use a wake-up call. Just a thought.

Would it be irony if the sidekicks of two tech billionaires started refocusing our efforts on eating the rich? Is that hypocritical?

Fuck. Now I'm just depressed. I might need to have a heart-to-heart with Poison Ivy, man.

I'm glad your version of the team has someone who can be trusted in the kitchen. Also, any chance you deliver?

I found a teen drama from 2005 I've never heard of, which apparently has a main character sapphic will they won't they plot. If you need me, I'll be exploring nickelodeon-approved queer representation from when I was born.

The loyalty is to the eggs.

I feel the tiniest bit guilty about the dog pile on Tim. But it's for the greater good.

See, the Flashes end up great at cooking because their metabolism are insane.

Please talk sense into him.

Can you disown an adopted brother? Why is this so long??

"Hurtful. I know you're not MY nemesis, but still. Disrespectful." Dick definitely got Slade in the dimension-merging divorce. Despite her annoyance, she follows his gaze and. "Come on, really?" She touched her earring, comming to the others who didn't have to be in a dress today. "So someone+

"My best guess? You find me annoying, and you get to fuck with me on your terms where I have to play nice. But I assume this is just extra credit. You didn't get into this exclusive gala just to get in my nerves." She paused. "Either that, or I'm your target, but you must know better than that."

She blew a strand of hair out of her face, not loving the way he was talking down to her. But she's sighed and grabbed a sandwich point, looking out at the crowd. It was a question she should be thinking about. "Knowing your usual targets? I guess it could be a notable politician or tech CEO."

"I look all smug because I am actually just that cool."

Why is everyone's slang here the worst?

How do you make me defend Rizz or shway. I refuse. I obtain. I'm whelmed by both.

She scrunched her nose, following through the crowd. He was the predator, but she was something far more attuned to this environment: a socialite. "Do you think I haven't learned how to navigate a party? I grew up at these damn things."

𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝒁𝑬𝑳 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏’ 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑵𝑵 .ᐟ #DCRP x #MVRP

Dixie groaned, grabbing a drink of her own. "You realize you just ruined my night. I can't just let you walk around the gala alone." She took an annoyed sip herself, readying herself to stick to Slade like very polite glue.

Dixie smiled, as polite as she can manage. "A cage usually doesn't have snakes in it," she answered in a measured tone. "Why on earth would you be at a gala right now?"

"Lovely," she admitted weakly from the window, in costume. "Sorry to drop in at an inappropriate time, doc, but I was hoping for a reverse house call?" She turned to show a nasty cut across her back shoulder, cutting into the costume.

❝ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ❞ ♡ + ⇄

I don't know how I got roped into the Wayne Enterprises Gala. Honestly, I'd rather be out doing... night activities.

"Monitoring you continues to be my business while you're in my city." She winced at her own name. She wasn't a fan that he knew her secret. "But whatever. Pig out, then. I will be mocking you if I see sauce in your beard later."

Come on. Considering how organized you are with your work, I figured you'd be a little more careful. Or at least clean your own damn messes.

I'm not saying it to anyone who doesn't already know. I'm not that bad.

This is the shadow in the darkness everyone's scared of, by the way.

I kind of get why Bruce fakes the whole Playboy lifestyle thing. It is actually so much harder balancing an actual love life with vigilantism. Especially if you're flirting with civilians, which I really should stop doing...

I should probably stick to bright colors so I contrast from myself as Nightingale. But in my defense, I think I look pretty good in black.

Okay, a BRIEF Seductive Sunday peek before I head out on patrol. Mostly because my hair looks so good tonight.

(She pouted, lacing her fingers between his to take his hand.) It isn't putting my life on pause. It's taking some time to spend part of my life with the person I want to be spending my time with. You don't get to be self-sacrificial with me, Wallace West.

Okay, back in from the cold for the night. Late night last minute Seductive Sunday while I burn off all this remaining energy and raise my body heat a bit.

I thought you were Bae. Turns out you're just fam. 😞

Whag.

It's like that thing cats infect you with to convince you that you want them around. Toxoplasmosis? But yes, you are, in fact, stuck with me.

It is my job as a big sister to constantly annoy Jason, knowing I'll get away with it because he does, contrary to what he says, like me. I am very good at my job. (We're gonna ignore that this is probably ship art, because it's adorable art.)

It's Flex Friday, but it's also leg day. So you get a different flavor of flex today.

Been a while since I checked my socials. But I do like seeing some familiar faces!

You think after 26.9 million years, you request a password reset email.

My favorite patient. (She relaxed, sinking into him. She let things stay quiet for a bit, just missing him.) I'm gonna let Bruce know I'm unavailable for assignment for a bit. I really miss you. And I want to be here for you.