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lightspeedscience:

circus-bird:

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"Well now, what can I do for you?"

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"nothing really just wanted to come bother you."

"Of course. Shouldn’t be surprised that you’d come all the way out here just to bother me." He grinned rolling his eyes behind the mask. "Good seeing you again though. It’s been some time, how’ve you been?"

sasusprite:


Kor’i: Have you been a good boy tonight, Richard?Dick: Ah… yes Ma’am…Kor’i: Your mission was a success I take it?Dick: Yes…Kor’i: You even kept the plug in I see. Heh. I think you deserve a reward then. What do you think? Do you think you deserve a reward for your good behavior, Richard?Dick: …please…

no one will ever convince me that she totally didn’t dom him and fuck him.
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the bright side || closed rp

thebirdwithabrokenwing:

thesassybird:

Tim felt dizzy. He was covered by warm and soft darkness. He took a slow breath - and he could do it easily. His mind slowly cleared and he tried to open his eyes.

He moaned, the soft light hurt him and his head was aching, but it started to fade.
First he saw was a wall. A wall in a house. How the hell he ended up here? He moaned again, and he tried to touch his head to rub his temple - but his arms didn’t obey. His mind cleared in a second and he looked above his head. His wrist were cuffed and he was hung by them. What the—? He struggled and tried to break free while his brain was working so hard what happened.
He met with Red Hood. They exchanged some not to friendly words then… then darkness. He tried to free himself again, but he wasn’t successful.
"Jason," he groaned, tried to sound threatening.

"Baby bird," Jason crowed back as he circled Robin, a rifle resting loosely in his hands. "About time you woke up." He’d left Tim’s clothes and weapons in a pile across the room, but very much in the boy’s line of sight as a reminder of how little control he had right now. He’d left Tim his white undershirt and briefs (and of course Timmy wore briefs) as well as the domino that poorly hid the boy’s identity.

Jason circled behind Tim, inspecting the bonds he’d tied Tim into. “You’ve been bad, Timbo,” he hummed, “That drug bust you blotched? I’d been working on that job for three weeks.” To punctuate his anger he flipped the gun in the air and caught the barrel in his open hand, then swung it down in a wide arc to slap against Tim’s ass.

"You really put me through a lot of stress, you know that?” He growled, low and gravely. “I think you should help me relax.” He stood back in front of Tim, a grin spread on his face and he pressed the hilt of his rifle against the boy’s crotch.

Nightwing was leaning against the wall of the building he and Red Robin were supposed to rondevu at but the other vigilante was late. Almost an hour and a half late to be exact and Dick was starting to worry. Tim was hardly ever late. Unless he was held up on his way over by some criminal then that could have been a good reason but he still shouldn’t be this late. He would have contacted him if he was running late or caught up in something.

What if he was dealing with some thugs? What if he was hurt? What if he got taken? He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. No. No Tim was good enough to not get himself in a situation like that and if he did he was smart enough to either find a way out or contact him.

He’s been trying to call Tim through the comm. link but he wasn’t picking up. That didn’t ease his worry.

Maybe he could try calling Jason and seeing if he saw Tim. Then again Jason might not be of any help. He knew that the older of the two was upset about Tim busting something he was working on and—

Oh no.

No. Nononono.

"Damnit…" He muttered the curse under his breath as he pushed himself off the wall. Jason would be the kind of bastard to take Tim just to get back at him. And there’s no telling what he’d do to the kid. He had to find his brothers. And fast. 

The only thing is was trying to find out where they were. Jason had a few safe houses here and there but then again he could be somewhere else. Luckily, though, Tim’s suit had a tracker in it. He knows that Jason knows about it so he can only hope that he hasn’t ditched the suit somewhere or messed with the tacker in some way.

Either way, he wouldn’t hurt to try. Pulling out small, portable GPS from a compartment in his suit he began imputing Tim’s information. There was the slightest chance he was able to get a reading on Tim and he was going to take it. 

He just hoped that he could find his younger brother before it’s to late.

thesassybird sent:

thesassybird:

circus-bird:

thesassybird:

circus-bird:

Send me a ❂ for my character’s reaction to a slap on the ass from yours.

Dick jumped when his rear was slapped. “Tim!” He whined out as he turned around to face the younger male.

Tim glared back at Dick. “You think I’m not telling you the truth?” He asked strictly.

"No, I think you’re telling the truth." He started with a grin. "Just finding it hard to believe, Little Bro."

"Well," Tim crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Excuse you, you have a nice ass and people can’t help it and wants to grip it."

"Hey! It’s not like its my fault." He protested with a playful and dramatic huff as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Its not like I asked for a great ass. Blame my parents, not me."


by eiko-chan

Happy Birthday!

"Oh my god Tim I love it! Thank you! Best little brother ever!"

theliteralflyinggrayson:

circus-bird:

+9

"Well now, what can I do for you?"

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"Um, maybe tell me what year it is?"

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"Ugh, the year?" What a strange question.

"It’s twenty-fourteen…"

itstheredhood:

+7

"Well, well. What brings you around here?"

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"Don’t really see you in my part of town often."

"Oh you know, just doing some criminal stuff." Jason half joked. 

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"I don’t normally have business in your part of town.”

"Of course you are." He rolled his eyes.

"Then what are you doing here? Kinda curious is I say so myself. There somethin’ going on that I should know about?”

thesassybird sent: "Your neck’s really sensitive…"

thesassybird:

circus-bird:

Send my muse one of the following! (Kissing)

Dick bit his lip to muffle a moan as he craned his neck to the side ever so slightly at Tim’s words. “It is.” He admitted with a small grin.

"Kinky," Tim whispered, then he pulled closer. He raked his teeth down on the side of Dick’s neck, then he bit it softly.

"Yeah." He hummed out gripping the boy’s hips. "Just a little." He chuckled under his breath. "You don’t have to bite that soft you know. Always liked it a little rough anyway."

thesassybird sent:

thesassybird:

circus-bird:

thesassybird:

circus-bird:

Send me a ❂ for my character’s reaction to a slap on the ass from yours.

Dick jumped when his rear was slapped. “Tim!” He whined out as he turned around to face the younger male.

Tim chuckled. “I’m sorry, Dick, I couldn’t stopped my hand. I think it’s possessed, but your ass is so perfect I had to!”

Dick looked over at Tim and pouted, giving his brother a half hearted glare at his comment. “Oh, yeah, sure, Timmy.”

Tim glared back at Dick. “You think I’m not telling you the truth?” He asked strictly.

"No, I think you’re telling the truth." He started with a grin. "Just finding it hard to believe, Little Bro."