hi, i don’t know if anyone remembers me or still follows me but I think about y’all a lot.

so by this weekend I’ll be moving babs to a new blog since I haven’t been here in a minute and it’ll be easier for me to revamp and everything. I do want to change my fc, and everything so if anyone has suggestions!!!

@ballerinalegs​ asked for kisses & got kisses !

              he loves her too. immensely & without a doubt he loves her even if he’s not one to openly express in words, but god does he love her. a smile peaks at the far corner of his lips, & dick’s practically willing himself into some semi-balance of consciousness. happy to shift & roll amongst the sheets at the call of her voice. there’s a moment in which he peeks an eye open, & another wherein which he grins at the adorable bed-ridden appearance she’s currently sporting.

             a hum echoes as he drowsily reaches for her. he’s content to just ghost over the soft curves of her hips as he smooths his hand to the small of her back, & then he’s dragging her in. tucking her body just beneath his & propping himself up overtop of her frame with a cackle that’s a little too bright for someone who’d just woken.

             his nose wrinkles in his amusement as he leans down & captures her lips in a kiss. one that lasts nothing more than a second as he pulls back & cheekily brackets himself above her with his elbows. “just a kiss?” & there he goes, lowering himself just a faction to hover mere inches above her so that his lips barely brush against her own. “you sure you only want one?”

a single gasp of breathe would leave her lips the moment she felt the weight of his being pressed on top of her. it was something she always loved to feel in the morning. his loving embrace. his fingertips, pressed against her bare skin; his breathe moving down the coarse of her neck. how he spoke such sweet things to her in the morning && enjoying it without a cup of coffee in her hand, she would never know. 

     ❛   don’t you start that.     ❜        immediately, she would bite her bottom lip. teal hues searching for his face; the one that she loved to look at. the one that gave her comfort, the one that mad sure she was safe.    ❛    you know i want more, but i always have to stop you.     ❜     barbara would let out a quiet laugh, before grasping his lips between hers, pulling him closer to her than she has ever done before. oh, how she loved him. he kept her grounded; safe. he was there for her, more times than anyone else had been before. dick grayson was her rock, her safety.

      ❛   i love you.    ❜      her bare leg would curl around his waist, pulling him closer to her frame that was so adoringly wearing one of his button ups he wore in his police days. it was one of her favorite shirts to steal. ( she did love a man in uniform. )      ❛   what do you have to do today anyway?    ❜   besides me, she wanted to say, but she knew he had other things on his plate. casework, working with bruce, etc. her the same. but staying in bed for a couple more minutes hurt?

hi

@accelerates

[ text: quick feet ] i told you to get two black coffees.  [ text: quick feet ] five pizzas.  [ text: quick feet ] all of them are for you. i’ll just have one slice. [ text: quick feet ] but i told you to be here in ten minutes and it’s been twelve minutes and twelve seconds.  [ text: quick feet ] you’re late. 

her finger tips would clack against her keys, as she continued to formulate a code. messing with numbers was her favorite thing in the world to do. it was easy. she didn’t have to listen to anyone but the swift punching of her fingers as they hit the keys, already knowing what they had to do to complete a task. she didn’t have to think about code anymore, her brain, her mind, her body just did it. she could do it in her sleep at this point in time. 

but, she was running on fumes. the lack of caffeine running through her body. ravaging her veins, helping her live && breathe was making it hard for her eyes to stay open.

me: [facedown on the floor] listen everything is totally fine

@blckbct​ 

it was rare to see barbara in a state, a single tear rolling down her cheek, being wiped away by the hand that gripped her coffee mug ( that held nothing in it ) with fever, with intent to kill.     ❛     hey, cassandra....     ❜      her voice was a little hoarse, tender as she tried to clear it with a simple cough before sipping from her empty glass to cover up her momentary out break of emotion.

       ❛     i wasn’t expecting you here. i thought you were going to stay that the manor tonight. i’ll... go make some food, maybe some coffee or whatever you want.    ❜

@biodefend​ 

of course her intuition would lead her here. to a station, to a police station. a place that she used to feel safe, to feel at home at. but now?? this was one of the WORST places to be at. everyone was told to come here; that they would have shelter, a safe spot; sanctuary. 

but being in a group, a mass of people only drew the infected closer. this was the last place people wanted to be.  this is where many drew there last breath.  pulling the trigger, before they couldn’t anymore. to save the few.  thinking it was for the best.

when it wasn’t. 

     ❛    who... who’s there... ???   ❜     her breath was short, finger lightly tapping on the trigger of her sawed off shotgun. 

@magicmaid​ yj based starter. 

years of being batgirl had brought her close to many, helped her build relationships she couldn’t build as a kid. she had friends. a family. but it was taken from her with in a moment. one moment that would change her; && her relationships with everyone else. it was easy to hide from some people, but harder to hide from most. having the one thing she cared about, taken from her, stripped from her being without consent; made it hard for her to face the outside world.

even if it was people barbara talked to on a daily basis. 

       ❛    so, i know it’s been awhile.    ❜     disappearing off the face of the earth; letting her friends deal with their own struggles was something that barbara had to learn to deal with while she dealt with her own trauma.       ❛   i hope you’re not mad i ignored you’re calls && texts && facetimes. i just needed space. from everything, y’know.   ❜

the minute her systems had started beeping, alerting her to an inturder, sent her heart into a little of a panic. not many people knew where she did her nightly duties, && if they did they knew better than to show up without a warning. but the minute she heard hey shmoopsie, her body relaxed. shoulders returning to a more comfortable state before eyes would begin to roll. 

      ❛    oh how you know i love surprises. what’s the magic word, wallace ?? i can’t let you in without the magic word.      ❜

message to:   oracle.    from:   [email protected].  

hey shmoopsie. you mind opening up again? i know i could’ve given you a heads up, but i think i’m starting to like surprising you. the alarms make me feel oh, so special.

         he gives her a little wave,     from the camera he’s guessing she can see him from. and then he’s tapping his legs at superspeed. c’mon, gordon. let me in.

for  :  @ballerinalegs​ !

Lily Collins in the new teaser trailer for the Netflix series “Emily in Paris.”

being seen by many was not something that barbara was keen on. she was better being in the shadows, behind screens, in a different costume, a different person than she was at these galas. but she made appearances for her father, to keep up the name of gordon; the commissioners daughter. barbara hated spot lights this was the one place she would be put on the spot; seen as the chief daughter, the smart && brightest of gotham. the prodigy of everything she touched. having her skin glisten in the sight of the wealthy, wanted by the many; made her want to run && hide.

but for him; for dick grayson, she would stay. he needed her more than she needed herself.

      ❛   it’s funny, the two people that want to be out of the spotlight, seen together. makes it easier for people to spot us, huh  ??    ❜       swiftly, both of her hands would move behind him to grab two champagne glasses, filled to the brim before handing one over to the tall dark && handsome man in the suit.

      ❛     he is somewhere here, or out smoking.     ❜       her voice seemed a little more tense at the last word before taking a rather large swig of her drink. barbara wasn’t fond of her father’s habits; the drinking, the smoking.... he had to coop somehow. but it wasn’t the healthiest.      ❛      y’know if you wanted to keep a low profile, staying in one spot isn’t the best. wanna move? maybe dance? go to a different end of the gala?    ❜

✦･ﾟ:* — @ballerinalegs​​​   ›   liked for a starter !!

𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞,   how uncomfortable the situation was making him. despite how long he had been attending these sorta events ; years of experience in his back pocket! never meant that he found much enjoyment out of the gala events, hosted and funded by the wayne foundation. and if bruce had to attend, then so did just about everyone else. he pulled at his tie, nervous hands, needing something to play with, to take his mind off the need to fake smile and to hold off the dread, of having to hold a conversation with some of gotham’s wealthiest, to spill lies from between his teeth and put on a facade! that he was nothing more than just that lucky boy, taken under the caring wing of bruce wayne.

❛ listen — if i have to put up with this torment, then so do you! ❜   loud whispers aimed at her, whilst body leaned sideways to be nearer to her.  not even a glass of champagne in hand ; not even that to help him even try to enjoy this night. not with the hope that this will soon be over and done with and he can once again don the suit and mask. to run and leap through the night! not stand in amongst mindless chatter.   ❛ where is your dad anyway? didn’t think this was his sorta thing? …didn’t even think you’d come. ❜    he spoke to her, with eyes watching his own father across the room. hoping, that any second now ; alfred would come through and whisper of an emergency that needed to be seen too. not by bruce wayne, but by batman and nightwing!

smooches cheek

the two, they played, they bantered;  terry always wanted to cross a certain line with her. always commented on how cute she looked when her freckled features crinkled when she laughed, how beautiful she looked when she shipped her coffee, completely enthralled with the technology of his universe; of his timeline. it was different. more complete. everything seemed to have an ending, && a beginning. something she loved, something she thrived in.

       ❛    can you stop starin’ at me for two seconds && refill my coffee for me? i’m tryin’ to help you out here. y’know, on this mission that batman is supposedly suppose to take himself.    ❜          the quip fell from chapped lips, as fingers pushed up dark rimmed glasses that sat perfectly upon her freckled covered nose.

even for the amount of push back she gave him; he did in fact save her. save her from this universe where she had no idea where she was. it was nice to have a person; that was willing to protect her, even if she didn’t need it. 

      ❛   well if you’re not goin’ to get up && get it i’m----   ❜

with a quick swivel of her chair, her body would turn, meeting the other as he quickly grabbed her cup from her hand. a smirk curling on his features as he leaned down to brush a quick kiss against her cheek. her cheeks would quickly flush with a bright red color ( matching the color of her hair ) as she fumbled && swatted at him to try && grasp her cup back from him.         ❛     you’re a CHILD you can’t do that. i’ll get my own coffee, jerk !!     ❜

like this for a starter I will get to this weekend!!!!

I’m not dead!!! ( just exhausted!!!! )I just have been busy! My birthday was yesterday && I haven’t had a lot of muse!!