“You think I would give you that opportunity?”
“I think you'll have no choice.”
She looked at him, amusement in her eyes.
“You presume much.”
He smiled and opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off when Bruce came to the mic, asking for everyone to cadastrar-se in the torrada, brinde for Devin. She watched as her dance partner moved quickly off the floor and up to the make-shift stage. She glanced about before making her way out the door and towards the front door. Alfred handed her the casaco she'd worn.
“It was good to see you again, Ms. Stevens.”
“Same to you Alf. Watch over all of them for me. And I was never here.”
“Of course, madam.”
She flashed him a smile and walked out. She felt the need to stretch her legs and opted for walking início rather than teleporting. Her thoughts were taken up por the sudden warmth she had felt being in that house again. Devin had invited her as a friend and had even picked out one of her old dresses for Becca to wear. After that, she couldn't have said no; she had practically been held against her will. But things between herself and the first Robin were yet to be cleared in her mind. Seeing him after years of avoiding him made for some serious heartache. But she was okay now. He didn't remember her nor did she feel anything for him. She smiled at the ring on her finger. Just the thought of her husband asleep in cama was funny to her. Knowing him, he was pacing the floor till she got início before running into cama and atuação like he'd been asleep the entire time.
And that was the situation she found herself in as she pulled her keys out from her pocket.She heard his feet mover “soundlessly” to the bed. She paused a bit before entering and locking up. Becca put her casaco away and proceeded to the bedroom, where she slipped out of her borrowed dress. She crawled up on the cama and laid on her husband.
“I'm home, love.”
He rolled over and looked at her.
“How was it?”
“Extravegant. But it was okay. The feelings have passed.”
“..you sure?”
“Yes. I don't need a protege of the Bat to save me or amor me. I had the chance and it didn't work. We didn't work. Besides, I amor you and I don't think I could have ever loved him the same way.”
A smile crawled on his lips and he kissed her softly.
“I amor you too.”
“I think you'll have no choice.”
She looked at him, amusement in her eyes.
“You presume much.”
He smiled and opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off when Bruce came to the mic, asking for everyone to cadastrar-se in the torrada, brinde for Devin. She watched as her dance partner moved quickly off the floor and up to the make-shift stage. She glanced about before making her way out the door and towards the front door. Alfred handed her the casaco she'd worn.
“It was good to see you again, Ms. Stevens.”
“Same to you Alf. Watch over all of them for me. And I was never here.”
“Of course, madam.”
She flashed him a smile and walked out. She felt the need to stretch her legs and opted for walking início rather than teleporting. Her thoughts were taken up por the sudden warmth she had felt being in that house again. Devin had invited her as a friend and had even picked out one of her old dresses for Becca to wear. After that, she couldn't have said no; she had practically been held against her will. But things between herself and the first Robin were yet to be cleared in her mind. Seeing him after years of avoiding him made for some serious heartache. But she was okay now. He didn't remember her nor did she feel anything for him. She smiled at the ring on her finger. Just the thought of her husband asleep in cama was funny to her. Knowing him, he was pacing the floor till she got início before running into cama and atuação like he'd been asleep the entire time.
And that was the situation she found herself in as she pulled her keys out from her pocket.She heard his feet mover “soundlessly” to the bed. She paused a bit before entering and locking up. Becca put her casaco away and proceeded to the bedroom, where she slipped out of her borrowed dress. She crawled up on the cama and laid on her husband.
“I'm home, love.”
He rolled over and looked at her.
“How was it?”
“Extravegant. But it was okay. The feelings have passed.”
“..you sure?”
“Yes. I don't need a protege of the Bat to save me or amor me. I had the chance and it didn't work. We didn't work. Besides, I amor you and I don't think I could have ever loved him the same way.”
A smile crawled on his lips and he kissed her softly.
“I amor you too.”
Tyler and Becca
Portrait of Babylon as Queen Anne
Picture of Adam Lake
Villain
Name: Blake Douglas
Alias: Kid Devil
Age: 16
Occupation: Villain
Powers: Blood bending, acrobatics, hand-to-hand combat
Past:Blake was introduced to crime at the age of 4, when his parents gave into robbing for money. At age 7 Blake joined Riddler in his fight against Batman, at age 9 Blade watched and helped his new teammate Jessica, train. Now, at age 16, Blake hopes for the dia that Jess returns to villainous side of humanity.
Other: Riddlers first apprentice
-Keeps a faca in his boot
-Dated Jess before she left.
-DON'T ask him about his Alias...it's a bad idea.
Civvies
Jess and Blake
This is a small announcement, I only post this artigo beceas the new fanpop system is so broken Thad I can't even poste any mural posts or imagens anymore. so to the announcement.
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o mais often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o mais often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)
Some of Tyrion's troops
