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Nightwing simply stood, in full uniform, right in front of the window, arms folded over his chest, eyes glaring through his domino mask at Barbara's arm holding onto Sam's bare chest tightly. The two looked peaceful. That wasn't why Nightwing hadn't woken them up. It was because he was entirely too pissed to move.
"Come on! Rise and shine! Let's--" Robin's words caught in his mouth as he finished climbing in Barbara's window. After a very silent moment, Nightwing finally spoke.
"Holy perverted, tight-wearing, associates, Batman." he muttered. "WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!?!"
Sam and Barbara jerked in the bed. Barbara took a few seconds (and a brush of red hair out of her face) to realize what was going on. Several expressions fought for control of her face: embarrassment, shame, surprise, and even some anger at Nightwing walking in on them.
Sam was wide awake the moment the word "Hell" escaped Nightwing's mouth. His was hate and a pure bat-glare.
"Please tell me this is NOT what it looks like." Robin said, still wide-eyed.
"Tim, go." Nightwing said, not moving his body or eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what you think it is." Barbara said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest.
"And I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell out so we can get dressed." Sam said, propping himself up on his elbow.
Nightwing glared. "Well I hope you got enough last night." he said hatefully, and left.
Nightwing simply stood, in full uniform, right in front of the window, arms folded over his chest, eyes glaring through his domino mask at Barbara's arm holding onto Sam's bare chest tightly. The two looked peaceful. That wasn't why Nightwing hadn't woken them up. It was because he was entirely too pissed to move.
"Come on! Rise and shine! Let's--" Robin's words caught in his mouth as he finished climbing in Barbara's window. After a very silent moment, Nightwing finally spoke.
"Holy perverted, tight-wearing, associates, Batman." he muttered. "WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!?!"
Sam and Barbara jerked in the bed. Barbara took a few seconds (and a brush of red hair out of her face) to realize what was going on. Several expressions fought for control of her face: embarrassment, shame, surprise, and even some anger at Nightwing walking in on them.
Sam was wide awake the moment the word "Hell" escaped Nightwing's mouth. His was hate and a pure bat-glare.
"Please tell me this is NOT what it looks like." Robin said, still wide-eyed.
"Tim, go." Nightwing said, not moving his body or eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what you think it is." Barbara said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest.
"And I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell out so we can get dressed." Sam said, propping himself up on his elbow.
Nightwing glared. "Well I hope you got enough last night." he said hatefully, and left.
Likes: Swords, animals, history
Best Friend: Blaine, Aryess
Loves: Aryess
Dislikes: Those who pick on the weak
Worst Habit: Too trusting
Personal Secret: I have very few scars
Favorite Food: French Onion Soup, blueberry pancakes
Favorite Color: Blue
Code Name: Lance?
Mentor/Inspiration: Arthur
Relations: Unaware of my birth parents
Base of Operations: Currently Nedora
Personal Home: Nedora
Occupation: Knight
Job: Knight
Team: None
What Symbolizes You: Excalibur. Or justice and loyalty
Biggest Regret: Not taking one hit...
Dream Career: Professor of Arthurian History.
Most Recent Nightmare: Realizing everything was a dream
Spirit Animal: Dog
Likes: Sweets
Best Friend: None
Loves: Heat
Dislikes: Cold
Worst Habit: Anti-Social
Personal Secret: I can dance really well
Favorite Food: Creamed Spinach
Favorite Color: Black
Code Name: Vixen
Mentor/Inspiration: Becca
Relations: None
Base of Operations: Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Mercenary
Job: Journalist
Team: Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: Travel writer
Most Recent Nightmare: Uhh...
Spirit Animal: Fox