This Young Justice OC'S!!! fotografia contains
traje de passeio and terno de negócio.
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bem vestido pessoa, terno, calças de terno, terninho, pessoa bem vestida, terno das calças, pantsuit, terno de calça, terno, terno de roupas, terno de roupa, vestido de terno, vestido completo, fraque, casaca, caudas, laço branco, laço branco e caudas, terno de vestido, vestido cheio, tailcoat, cauda, caudas, gravata branca, gravata branca e caudas, and rabo de pie.
He kept his head down as he wove his way into the city. His eyes swept over the faces around him. He could sense their emotions. See through their defenses. Their fears were things he could see. He closed his eyes for a brief second. Then headed down an alleyway. He was thankful to not be noticed. He headed to a side door and down several flights of stairs. He knocked on the door. A hatch slid open, revealing piercing green eyes. “Oh god,” Terror muttered. “What's the password?” “Robin-” “Nope.” “Robin you-” “Not even close!” “How about this? Robin open this damn door before...
I flopped down on the sofá in the lounge. I had been pacing across the room for the past forty-eight minutes, waiting for the Team to get back. I stretched my legs out, propping them up on the table, bored out of my mind. How much longer would they be? It was almost midnight, 11:52 to be exact, and they had been gone since 7:30. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have the power to gauge time, it only made everything seem longer.
This happened a lot. Ever since the Team had so grudgingly accepted me as a new member, I was deemed too weak and inexperienced to cadastrar-se them on important missions. I resented...