Eek, no, I surrender. [He’s grinning wide despite his apology, palms splayed in front of his chest.]
You said you’d do me a favor, didn’t you?
Well yeah, but I didn’t expect said favor to involve swapping spit. -Rolls her eyes-
Did Tim put you up to this? Or Jason? Or, I don’t know, Damian’s twisted idea of a joke? Less bloody, but I can’t say it wouldn’t have thrown me off my game.
Oh, no, no, no. [Dick’s shakes his hands in veto.] You can’t tell Tim. Promise, ‘kay?
And there wasn’t that much spit.
Not that I’d go bragging about it, but isn’t kissing your boyfriend’s ex a pretty terrible secret to keep?
Figure of speech, Casanova. Now, you going to fill me in on what that was all about?
-His joke does get a reaction out of her; a cross between a giggle and a snort.
A gigglesnort.Half-expecting an ambush from a certain pint-sized Robin, the feeling of soft lips against hers is definitely not what she saw coming. Instinctively, she shoves him off lightly.-…Is this a test? Do I sock you in the jaw now?
Eek, no, I surrender. [He’s grinning wide despite his apology, palms splayed in front of his chest.]
You said you’d do me a favor, didn’t you?
Well yeah, but I didn’t expect said favor to involve swapping spit. -Rolls her eyes-
Did Tim put you up to this? Or Jason? Or, I don’t know, Damian’s twisted idea of a joke? Less bloody, but I can’t say it wouldn’t have thrown me off my game.
Well I’m not putting up with being blamed for something that isn’t my fault at all.
Lips. Clean. Now.
What would Drake say if he caught you, anyways? Or Cassandra.
And I thought this was an act between lovers. [Grumbled.] The meaning is lost now.
-Her irritation dies down as she realizes where he’s getting at. Then, as if to satiate him, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.-
You’re right; it is meant to be special. There are exceptions, you know? Depends on the situation. This was just a favor between friends. -Rubs the back of her neck sheepishly- IswearIdidn’tseeitcoming.
thesnarkiestwonder replied to your post: That’s disgusting. Cease your public shows of…
Grayson is incapable of ceasing such actions. He lives on it. You are capable of it and much more. Take responsibility.
It never stops to amaze me how you can be good company and a little jerk all in one sentence.
I prefer to be blunt and honest when I can. I see no reason to change this just for mere superficial politeness.
Well I’m not putting up with being blamed for something that isn’t my fault at all.
thesnarkiestwonder replied to your post: That’s disgusting. Cease your public shows of…
Grayson is incapable of ceasing such actions. He lives on it. You are capable of it and much more. Take responsibility.
It never stops to amaze me how you can be good company and a little jerk all in one sentence.
thesnarkiestwonder wrote:Okay, why is this my fault?
No pilot licence required. [He grins.]
All you need to do is close your eyes.
O…kay? Don’tpushmeofftheroof.
-Shuts her eyes-
Aw, man. That’s what I needed you to do for me—fall off the roof. [He waits for her to react, laughing.] I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Keep your eyes closed.
[Waiting until Stephanie’s eyes are properly shut, Dick leans in and presses his lips gently against hers.]
-His joke does get a reaction out of her; a cross between a giggle and a snort. A gigglesnort. Half-expecting an ambush from a certain pint-sized Robin, the feeling of soft lips against hers is definitely not what she saw coming. Instinctively, she shoves him off lightly.-
…Is this a test? Do I sock you in the jaw now?
I like to think I’m multi-talented too, Dick, but magic isn’t really in my repertoire?
And I don’t have Klarion on speed dial. Yet.
Actually, it’s a pretty easy one to lift. I just need a willing wing-man.
Or wing-woman, I should say.
Wing-woman, huh? -Raises her brows- You should that Bruce didn’t let me pilot the Batplane when I was wearing the R. But Babs did say she was thinking of arranging a flying lesson with Zinda…
No pilot licence required. [He grins.]
All you need to do is close your eyes.
O…kay? Don’tpushmeofftheroof.
-Shuts her eyes-
I like to think I’m multi-talented too, Dick, but magic isn’t really in my repertoire?
And I don’t have Klarion on speed dial. Yet.
Actually, it’s a pretty easy one to lift. I just need a willing wing-man.
Or wing-woman, I should say.
Wing-woman, huh? -Raises her brows- You should that Bruce didn’t let me pilot the Batplane when I was wearing the R. But Babs did say she was thinking of arranging a flying lesson with Zinda…
theflyinggrayson replied to your post: Hey, Steph. Can you do me a favor?
It doesn’t involve—…wait. What’s the ‘angry birdie’?You have to ask?
-Feigns a dramatic snarl- I’m ten and I will stab you!
Ring any bells?
[He laughs.] Oh, right, no. Nothing to do with Damian.
It’s a favor on my part. ‘Been having trouble with spells, lately.
I like to think I’m multi-talented too, Dick, but magic isn’t really in my repertoire?
And I don’t have Klarion on speed dial. Yet.
theflyinggrayson replied to your post: Hey, Steph. Can you do me a favor?
It doesn’t involve—…wait. What’s the ‘angry birdie’?
You have to ask?
-Feigns a dramatic snarl- I’m ten and I will stab you!
Ring any bells?
If it doesn’t involve demonsitting the angry birdie, sure why not?
Learning not to spring on people with a knife in between their shoulder blades, are we Lil D—
Cass!
spoiledbat replied to your post: Up for an undercover mission at the end of the month that involves inspecting confectionery that may or may not be harmful to children? Top secret, important stuff.
Tim and Dick couldn’t make it, so I guess that means you’re stuck with me, partner! And it’s something worth, uh, investigating. Like a rite of passage every Robin goes through.I refuse to crossdress again for this mission. If anything, they ought to be distracted enough by your stuffed undercover personage. I will stick with suits or some other form of proper attire.
Thought you might say that. But we gotta blend in with the masses, Lil D. And the masses this year are into animal-themed.
