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"-- Also, the other day I was wondering what you and Guy together would look like -- as in, if you were in a relationship -- and I decided you'd be the Perons."

"Oh godddd, Ollie, really? Fine, I won't tell you what I *AM* in the mood for, even if I'm not looking to actually do it at the moment." Kate turns up her nose with a faint air of sulk.

Ollie regards her mildly. "Should I cheer for you from below the balcony of the Casa Rosada?"

"Are you getting into a mood?" Kate cocks her head at him, and Ollie rubs one hand along her thigh, leaning in to kiss her neck. "mmmm, working my way there."

More than a little on the edge, Kate worries her lip with her teeth. "Oh...that kind of mood."
Her lips shift into a half smirk as she stretches out on the sofa like a cat, and Ollie lets himself slump down half-along her. "So am I to take it you're in the other kind of mood?" he inquires. "The persnickety kind? Maybe the discombobulated kind."

"Actually, no. I'm really appallingly horny."

Ollie perks up a bit. "Appallingly, no less!"

Kate gives him a long slow look. "The wriggling in my seat trying not to think of anything sexual kind, Ollie."

Ollie pushes his hand up the inside of her thigh again, with less casual affection and more insistence this time. "I tend to be fairly interested in the actions of your seat, my dove."

Groaning low, Kate presses down into his hand without any modesty. "You know what I want?"

you shall have every breath in my body )
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“Warm Hal just for me,” Ollie says, sliding into the hot tub with a satisfied groan. Hal chuckles, making a circle in the air with his nose as he intones, “a hottub, a balcony, and an empty house, courtesy of Kyle.” Who is, right at this moment, keeping all the youngsters occupied elsewhere.

“Well! I suppose Baby Lantern *does* have his uses, then. C’mere, you.” Ollie pulls Hal close, thumbing over his collarbones and kissing him. Hal scoots in, hooking an arm around him and kissing back. Hums against his lips, one hand stroking his cheek and teasing at his beard.

“No helicopters or hidden cameras, y’know. Although I suppose we could count on some kind of green dome to keep out prying eyes.” Ollie squints consideringly as he puts his hands against Hal’s sides, high along his ribcage, rubbing the shift of muscles there. “If I were really that worried about being seen, there would be,” Hal tells him, closing his eyes at the caresses. “mm….Heaven help anyone who interrupts us right now.” He clasps Ollie’s neck, pulling him close for another firm kiss.

Ollie kisses back lazily at first, then with increasing intensity. “mmmm, that’s right. I love when you get all decisivey. About making out and your rights thereof.” He trails his fingertips lightly up Hal’s back, parallel to his spine, then wraps his arms around entirely as Hal arches into his hold, draping an arm over Ollie’s shoulder to pull him closer. “Well, you know me…I know what I want, and I’m never afraid to take it.” Hal chuckles, kissing Ollie’s lips then nuzzling his beard before kissing over his jaw.

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Aug. 13th, 2012 09:10 am
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The Arrow house was eerie when it was empty. It usually had a steady buzz of noise and activity, between people, stuff, and the dog. But spending a night in it alone had been…strange. Hal wasn’t used to being alone anymore, he realized. Not that he couldn’t handle it, it was just…weird.

Now that Kyle was on board with the whole idea, Hal was surprised at just how excited he was. Of course, securing a little special transport had a lot to do with it, but still. A vacation…a REAL vacation. With the people who mattered most to him. What could be better?

He knew Kyle would be there soon, so he had to finish packing quickly. Ollie had insisted on buying him some new clothes for the trip, mostly to make sure his precious avocado didn’t end up frost bitten. Hal shoved some socks and underwear into his boots, then crammed them into his duffel. The last thing to go in was his lantern. Just because they weren’t planning to use their rings didn’t mean they wouldn’t have to at some point. He had just enough time to put on his jacket and sunglasses before he heard a thump above him. Perfect timing, as always.

Hal headed outside quickly, duffel bag on his shoulder. He grinned to see Kyle, setting his bag down and moving close to hug him. He stole a kiss, grinning at him.

“Good morning,” he said, nuzzling him. “Guess you’re as eager as I am to get going, hm?”

Kyle had barely made his landing on the patio when Hal caught a hold of him, tugging him down to a brief kiss, and gentle nuzzling. It was really one of the things Kyle liked so much about being with Hal - the constant contact; it seemed Hal instinctively knew it was what Kyle craved…or perhaps even more delightfully, Hal enjoyed consistent closeness as well.

“Holy wow do you look good,” Kyle said, leaning back and surveying Hal appreciatively. He wasn’t much into judging what people wore, but he always did appreciate when they looked aesthetically pleasing. Hal in his jacket and sunglasses, bathed in the warming California morning…well. Well.

with our compliments )
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When Hal informed Kyle that he’d be able to meet up, Kyle sent a ring transmission back almost immediately -

—-Ring Tx: Actually, can I meet you in Star City? Can we meet somewhere else? Not here. Maybe we can go to the Watchtower, if Casa de Flecha is still full house? Lemme know.

Hal had been waiting for that response, and it honestly concerned him a little. Nevertheless, he gave the matter a little thought. They needed to talk, so privacy was going to be key. That eliminated both of their homes. The Watchtower wasn’t much better, all things considered. A lot of people were always coming and going, so it was far less than ideal. Humming to himself, he thought…and then chuckled a bit. Of course. They were Green Lanterns. They could cheat.

—-Ring Txt: You know, there’s a really interesting storm on Saturn that I haven’t been able to go see yet. Charge up and I’ll meet you in orbit there in a few hours. Sound good?

Saturn. Kyle read the message a few times.

——Ring Tx: Sounds good. I’ll be waiting (since I’ll get there first). ;)

guacamole in space )
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He was glad she was able to see him; it had been a few days since they’d talked, everyone in the League was still decompressing, healing, licking their wounds, taking whatever steps they needed to to recover from the emotional impact of what had collectively happened to them. Some, Guy thought grimly, would take longer than others.

The conflict with the Eden Corps and the League of Assassins hadn’t finished inflicting its pain, though; there would be at least one more casualty as a result, before he left this place. The door opened to him, and they exchanged smiles.

“Hello, Dinah.”

“Guy,” Dinah said, her smile slightly tired. It’d been a long couple of days—the amount of everything that had come and gone was so daunting that she was pretty sure she’d only taken in a small portion of it, along with the endgame. Everything had turned out okay in the big picture.

But that was the big picture. Everything else, it seemed, showed cracks, from hairline fractures to full-on shards.

“Come in, do you want a beer?” she asked. Her injuries, while better, probably wouldn’t be best suited for alcohol, and she did have some bottles just sitting around. “Coffee or something?”

She tried not to think about the last time he’d been here, considering it hadn’t been…ideal.

“Water’d be great, actually,” he replied, closing the door behind him and shutting out the heat of Star City’s early-evening. He looked around, the place hadn’t changed much since he’d last seen it, when he and Kyle had come to arrest Jason. “How are you feeling? Your shoulder still sore?”

He and Kyle had spent as much time as they could during the crisis using their power rings to accelerate the healing on her worst injuries: a nasty concussion from being pistol-whipped, and a through-and-through bullet wound to her shoulder. What concerned him more, though, was what his ring couldn’t heal: her emotional trauma.

“It stings a little,” Dinah said, wryly. Hell, it stung a lot—the Lanterns were getting pretty good at the healing thing, but they couldn’t completely regenerate nerve damage after a delay like that. She went back in through the house, going into the kitchen to get him some water from the filter. It disconcerted her, a little, Guy turning down the offer of a beer.

It almost made her think something was up, but then again, right now everything seemed to be that way. She couldn’t even seem to figure out her own brain right now; initially she had thought it was the concussion, but despite being told there was no lasting damage, the feeling of discontent had lingered. Maybe Guy was feeling it too.

one for the road )
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After weeks of staying home with not much choice in the matter, Ollie was making the most of being able to go out again. He’d missed being out in Star City, farmers’ markets and coffee shops and public parks, and even though it sometimes wore him out past where he should have been back at home resting, he felt exhilarated from the excursions. It was good to get his blood racing again — and boy, was it racing in some heady directions.

Home again home again, and Arrowhome was empty. It often was, despite the number of inhabitants; they tended to be a busy bunch, and all liked their independence as much as their clannishness. The only people who should be home were Lian and her babysitter —

— who didn’t look at all like any of the people on Roy’s list. Ollie stared at the back of the woman’s head as she played with Lian on the rug, at her long red hair, and said, “Hi, and you are?—”

Lian and Rory were playing a board game together. Long pale legs splayed across the carpet as she sat on the floor. She kept pushing back Lian’s hair behind her ear as the little girl kept leaning over the board moving her piece across the spaces. Rory laughed with her, grinning before a deep, confused voice, scared her shitless. Who the fu—aahh. “M-Mr. Queen. Ah, I’m Rory. One of Lian’s babysitters? Roy called me, said he needed me ta watch her.”

Ollie frowned, taking off his jacket and throwing it across the sofa as he crossed the floor to tousle Lian’s hair with one hand. “Roy called you? You’re on his list?” He bent over to kiss Lian’s shiny, slip-slidy hair, and when he looked up again he was a bit taken aback at how nervous Rory looked — no, not nervous exactly, but more shell-shocked. Practically scared.

“I’m sorry for the interrogation, Rory.” Ollie straightened and smiled at her, holding out his hand. “I’m Lian’s grandfather, and please, just call me Ollie. Oliver if you like being formal.” She didn’t look like one of Roy’s usual babysitters, that was for sure — ever since a string of awkward incidents, Roy had stopped hiring babysitters he was likely to sleep with.

Although Rory didn’t look much like Roy’s type. Too pointy, too long, too ropy, too …

(toothsome), Ollie’s mind said as Rory leaned forward and the drapey top she was wearing dipped open to show the barest curve of her breast. He was about to chide himself for the thought, but before he could, (why the hell not?) rose to the forefront. And it was true. Nothing wrong with appreciating this young woman’s appeal.

what you don't know )
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[before all the current high drama, when there was relative quiet]

Kyle heads back to the penthouse with Hal, then hesitates a bit as they land on the balcony. “You *sure* you’re sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Hal clasps his hand, the serene look on his face lending credence to his assurance. “Don’t worry so much.” Motions him to follow and heads inside.

Ollie’s rattling around in the kitchen, yawning and cracking brown eggs into a pan. Hal had been gone when he woke up, which isn’t new, but at least eggs’re quick to make if he comes back in time for —- hey, and there it sounds like Hal’s back already.

“Hey, baby — feel like scrambled this morning, or easy ove…” Ollie trails off as Hal comes in with Kyle Rayner in tow. “Uhwuh. Easy … hey, Rayner.”

Kyle finger combs his hair furiously and shifts his stance. “Good morning. I…I’m stopping by.” Looks over at Hal, who barely manages to keep from shaking his head at the two of them, both staring at him as if it’s inconceivable that they should all three be in the same place at the same time. As if one or all three of them should for some reason be ashamed.

Well, Hal reasons, time to be shameless. He smiles at Ollie, going over to give him a peck on the cheek. “I was hoping Kyle could join us for breakfast. Is that ok?”

dancing about architecture )
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There’s something about waking up in restraints that just stabs something nice and deep inside him. It’s a bitter vileness that crawls an claws out of his chest.

It makes his eyes darken with anger before he realizes that Wally is laying against him. He most likely passed out while waiting for him to wake up. Roy can’t move or adjust to better feel his lover and everything is a mess of frustration. He wants out and he’ll bite through anyone to get it.

It takes a couple of minutes of his more awake breathing to get Wally to realize that Roy’s awake. Almost immediately, as of on cue, Wally attaches himself to Roy. His entire body vibrates with the stubborn emotion, practically humming not to get in this speedster’s way. Wally aches for the cuddles and Roy gladly gives it, full of love and adoration.

Wally cuddles like the needy butt he is while Roy licks and nips at his face to get Wally to look at him. He nuzzles in Wally’s gorgeous red hair with a soft coo. Within seconds his arms were around Wally’s waist, able to move now because his boyfriend is a speedster that likes to touch. Wally’s arms squeeze at Roy’s neck tightly, burying his face into his skin there.

“…I knew you’d be back. they all said you wouldnt, but…” Wally pauses, voice shaking as he holds tighter. “I knew you wouldn’t leave.”

laying foundation )

beach house

Aug. 8th, 2012 06:18 am
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Zatanna leans back in the sand, letting Ollie have his way with her feet and his sand sculpting. "Oho! I am triumphant!" he crows, and she holds up her hands, defenseless. "Uncle, uncle..." Ollie immediately sets about constructing a pineapple for one shoe and a Green Lantern symbol for the other.

Zatanna shifts up to inspect Ollie's work, "You know, once you get used to it the sand over your feet actually feels pretty good."

"I know, right? All warm and toasty." Ollie regards his work and then rubs his hands together. "And now you're trapped here FOREVER."

Zatanna gasps dramatically, "How could you!"

"Muahahah! I tricked you with the promise of fancy shoes!! It's a tale as old as time, fair maiden!! And now you'll be trapped here until the tide carries you out." Clark looks over and gives Ollie a thumbs-up for his sand artwork, fairly impressed, and Ollie grins and shoots Clark finger-guns in response as Zatanna flops back against the sand, "Noooooooo!"

Crawling over her, Ollie keeps laughing menacingly until his nose brushes against her chin and he lifts his head to look down at her. "Betcha know what price your freedom comes at, lovely magician ..."

Clark determinedly keeps his eyes away from Ollie and Zatanna, asking Dick questions as Zatanna smirks gleefully. "You bet I do..." leaning up as close as she can to him, "But will I pay, that is the question."

salt and moonlight and thou ... also thou )
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“Okay so I’m trying this drink that I just created!” Kyle ushers Kate into the bar, which isn’t open yet. “It’s some rum and some Malibu, right? Then some club soda and then limeade, and a couple drops of Angostura. It’s GREAT. I’ve only had a couple sips and I’m already all lip-numby. Kate you should try it. It’s kind of sweet, but not in a bad way.”

“…Kyle, why would you want rum AND Malibu in a drink?”

.”..well aren’t they kind of the same thing? Except one is more nasty and sweet? But I only put like a tiiiiiny biit.”

Kate raises an eyebrow. “Ese, are you tipsy?”

“Oh yeah,” Kyle nods fervently. “Got started without you, lo siento. They can’t charge me for flying-while-tipsy, hehhhh.” He throws his arms around Kate, but gingerly just in case.

Kate leans into him, grinning. “Right, pour me one of those.”

Kyle thumbs up and goes to make one, generous on the rum. As he does, he asks, “How’s El Hombre?”

“Which?”

He smirks as he dots the drink with Angostura. “The damsel in distress one.”

“He’s doing okay. Not 100%, but…well, I think killing the fucker was subconsciously cathartic.”

Kyle pauses while stirring, but careful not to look at her. “There was a death? Geez.” He comes around and gives her the drink. “Drink first. Salud to being alive and saving the world again. Or really just, the League’s collective culos, si?”

ain't there nothing i can take )
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Kyle busied himself enough that he didn’t feel that weird pang in his chest; well, not /too/ poignantly. Having a silly fun weekend with Steph Brown and then having Kate visit, that helped. It helped a lot. Guy and him were trying out some sort of meditation thing for - as Guy suggested - getting his own focus back, as well as Kyle’s anxiety attacks. That helped too, in a weird, kind of amusing way. Anything to foster his and Guy’s relationship as much as possible, given how…frayed everything seemed to be right now. Kyle wasn’t too sure why, he just knew he had to keep trying.

Everything helped, sure. But it still didn’t stop Kyle from waking up in the middle of the night, feeling restless and bright eyed and having to take long, overly hot showers before crawling back to bed and praying for sleep.

One middle of the night, feeling vaguely sleep-deprived, he sent a ring transmission to Hal.

——Ring Tx: Calling all Hals.

no long distance charges )
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If there was anything good about the Dark Knight ban on outsiders entering Gotham, at all, Ollie was starting to think it was that now his favourite people tended to come to his beloved Star City a lot more.

He could have met Dick in Bludhaven, but they’d both tacitly avoided suggesting there as a meeting ground. It was still too close to Gotham, and it was too close to … other complications. So instead they’d met up in the bustle of the Starborside Quay and filled a leisurely lunchtime with the kind of affable, looping chatter that both of them enjoyed so much and could perform without the least bit of effort. Dick’s company always had been a pleasure, even when he’d been a tiny, excited parakeet of a child, eager to copy anything the grownups were doing. And as he’d gotten older, he seemed to become more and more a delight to be around, something accepted as general consensus even among the most sharp-tongued of Leaguers.

You talked to Dick and there was something about him — the compelling familiarity of his laugh, the absolute candor of his blue eyes, the stain of sadness that made his compassion so palpable — that left a person feeling like they’d just met the *one* guy in the entire world who’d think they were lovable no matter what.

we can steal the towels, too )

on the job

Jun. 15th, 2012 03:23 pm
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Another day, another Green Lantern assignment. Kyle signed off with Salakk and went to check in on Guy, who was slumbering peacefully. It was like the big guy was making up for all the rest he’d sacrificed over the past three weeks; and really, who could blame him? So Kyle wouldn’t have a partner for this assignment, but it really was for the best.

He left a note on Guy’s bedside table, and headed up into space.

At least it was just a routine mission. So routine, Guy would probably gripe about it all the way to planet Aoran and back, Kyle reassured himself. So it was probably for the best that Numero Uno Honor Guard Lantern convalesced, while Kyle handled this boring bureaucratic stuff on his own. Still, Kyle missed the partner banter.

Kyle had just made it past the Watchtower when he noticed a green glow slowly but steadily rounding the dark side of the moon. Kyle paused and watched for a bit, and then grinned in excitement and flew over.

“Buenos outer spaceos, Mister Jordan,” Kyle pulled up in front of Hal, who was looking mild as he floated over a moon hill. “Busy hunting for moon sapphires, or are you interested in playing green buddy cop with me? I got a mission from Salakk.”

but wait till you see the hazard pay )
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When Kate arrived at the partially renovated Warriors on Venice Beach, Kyle hurried her upstairs and into his bedroom without saying much beyond “Hola.” She felt like she was being smuggled through airport security, for all of Kyle’s furtive glances and hustling. Once they were in his room and the door was closed, Kyle looked relieved.

His room wasn’t much to look at. There was a mattress on the floor, some scattered heaps of clothes (not much) and an array of art supplies lined up on one side of the wall. On the wall facing the bed, a myriad of pencil and black paint scrawled on the white paint, forming what Kate could only guess was the start of a giant mural painting.

Kyle turned to her with a sigh of relief. “Sorry for the rushing. I’ll give you the grand tour later. Right now I’m just trying to dodge oncoming red-headed storm clouds.” He went to the other side of his ‘bed’ and retrieved a couple beers from the mini-fridge. “Oh ah haaaa, not really much place to sit, huh?” Kyle said, kicking the forlorn blanket on the bed so that Kate could sit down. Kyle’s shoulders slumped. “I’m not usually like this, when I’m at home. I just want you to know that. I CAN live like a grown-up.”

“Grand tour plus an explanation,” Kate said, crossing her arms and leaning against the non-painted/penciled wall until Kyle indicated she could sit down. She slid down onto the mattress, kicking off her sandals and accepting the cold Corona. Twisting open the cap, she continued, “We need to get you to Pottery Barn. Or more like IKEA, Pottery Barn is muy yuppie for you, but better than the flophouse look.”

Her expression grew pointed as she kicked her legs out, pointed her toes for a moment, then took a sip of beer. “What’s with all the cloak and dagger shit, Kyle? You look like you’ve been through the wringer—more than what I’d expect. I know losing your mom has been really hard, but Ollie said you were holding up okay when he saw you last week, and I’m guessing it’s not just that you and Guy are having a Mommy And Daddy Are Just Disagreeing Honey fight over League politics. That’s not something you’d lose this much sleep over.”

the artist and his muse )
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While she probably wouldn’t have told him as much, Kate had given serious (if momentary) consideration towards ambushing Ollie as he entered the training room. Momentary, though—in the end, she’d decided that it’d be more fun starting on a level field.

The only time he’d seen her in action, she’d been without her suit. Now, though, she was fully dressed, perched at the top of the gallery, standing on the rail and leaning against the support pillar. She resisted the urge to tap her foot in feigned impatience.

(Kate Spencer, it should be said, resisted a lot of urges on a regular basis.)

She was managing not to think about the other things on her mind (the questions people on the message board had asked about her and Ollie and Hal, and living together, and jealousy—that’d teach her to play the question hunting game). Time to get her own gameface on. Despite her bravado in their banter, he had substantial skill and strength on her, and she wasn’t as certain that she could beat him.

Hand to hand, maybe, thanks to the suit. Armed, not so much.

Kate’s eyes narrowed in thought as she developed the bare sketches of a plan.

Being suited up and about to tango with a lover in the training room wasn’t a new thing for Ollie, exactly, but this was *Kate* and that made it new. Even having seen her battling Literati-droogs that time in the park wasn’t much in the way of preparation for what he was gonna encounter in her fighting style, because in that case she’d been carefully trying not to hurt mind-controlled civilians, and in this case —

He pulled an arrow from his quiver and nocked it, keeping his bow lowered. It was one of his more whimsical ones, a medieval-style roving head arrow and a blunt one at that, but Ollie wasn’t sure yet just how serious he was supposed to start out.

“Kate?” he called, seeing her standing up on high in her scarlet Manhunter getup. “Honey, how’re we doing this?”

superhero foreplay involves strategy )

fine lines

May. 11th, 2012 10:56 pm
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“You wouldn’t would you?” Kyle asked abruptly to Kate, as they sat in the Watchtower canteen, sipping on beers pilfered from Ollie Queen’s stash. Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, Kyle shrugged in a variety of ways. “I mean, y’knowwwww. I need practice. Drawing. From life. I haven’t done that in forever, and I think I’m getting too lazy in my anatomy and proportions. And god knows I can’t afford to sign up for a live model drawing class, not these days.”

He took a swig of his beer, eyeing her and trying not to let his eyes slide further down past her face. Her neck. Past her neck, no further.

Kate tapped a fingernail against the glass of the microbrew (well and truly micro, too, not corporate-owned, thanks, O—she wouldn’t tell Kyle that she’d actually bought the beers and stashed them with Ollie’s own). A smile that could possibly be called a smirk played against her lips, a little, and she noticed that Kyle was pointedly not looking anywhere except her face. She took a swig of beer, a master of the art of sensual-yet-not-overly-seductive bottle-drinking.

“Chico, this lack of income really isn’t good for your psyche,” she pointed out. “You’re not a monk with a vow of poverty. Seriously, we need to find you a moonlighting gig…but I’m flattered, and I’d be…” The not-smirk increased a little. “Happy to help. When and where?”

Kyle smooshed the bottle and rolled it against his cheek, enjoying the cool condensation. Was his face burning? Thank god he wasn’t pale.

“Mmmm,” Kyle gently hummed, understanding her bowing out. After all, it was a little…

Wait.

making sacrifices for great art )

whiskers

Apr. 28th, 2012 07:46 pm
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"Looks like it’s coming back slowly…" Hal said consideringly as he patted Ollie's stubbly cheek, then chuckled. "You just don’t look like yourself without it."

Ollie sighed gustily and wriggled his toes, looking out the window of Hal’s guest room. “I know,” he said. “Who knew when I grew that thing back on the road that it’d come to be part of how I friggin’ *define* myself?” He let his head loll back against the headboard.

Hal shifted comfortably on the bed, pillowing his head better against Ollie’s thighs. “mmmm,” he hummed. “I get to see the awkward growing-in stage again.”

“And it won’t be as cute as it was ten years ago.” Stroking Hal’s soft brown hair between his fingers came so naturally now, Ollie mused, watching Hal’s eyes drift shut. His lazy Lantern. Hal snoozed more than a narcoleptic cat, but Ollie kind of liked it; he knew Hal had manic jags of energy to offset the lounginess and reserves of stamina (that vaunted willpower, there) to withstand whatever was thrown at him, and the contrast was an exciting and appealing one.

“Hey there,” he said, rubbing his thumb between Hal’s eyebrows. “Dontcha think it’s about time you moved out of this guest room? I hear there’s some pretty stellar accommodations just down the hall.”

sleeping arrangements )
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Dick pulled Roy along by his hand, leading him toward the Arboretum. Yeah, Bruce had “quarantined” it, but that kind of thing had never stopped Dick before.

Certainly never stopped Roy.

He couldn’t help himself from giggling. There was always a kind of thrill when he was defying Bruce in any way. He crawled up into the vents and followed down until he came out into the Arboretum, landing gently on the soft ground.

“Fun enough so far?”
Roy followed Dick because he follows him everywhere. In that non creepy, totally okay with it kind of way. He never really knew what off limits meant anyway.

Seriously.

Look at him.

the colour of desire )
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Walking down the hallway, Wally rubbed the back of his neck. Why was it so hard to just go talk to Dick? They’d been friends for…well since FOREVER it felt like, really. They’d started the hero gig young and grown up side by side, in and out of the Titans…And then things had kind of split. Wally took over being Flash, Dick became Nightwing…that all seemed like it was ages ago. The number of times in recent days that he’d picked up the phone to try and get in touch was obscene. But they were here, now…they could pick right back up, right?

He hesitated outside the other’s door, hands in his back pockets. What did he SAY? One liners only worked in battle, and his ever so smooth pick up lines were best on the ladies. Dick knew better, Dick knew HIM better. Shaking his head, he finally just raised his hand and knocked. Whatever happened happened. No turning back now. Not like he could run off faster than Dick could get to the door….

What the hell was he DOING here?

Dick was doing some easy stretches, pacing around the room on his hands. It was so nice to see so many from his old Titans family up on the Watchtower. Their lives had just got so busy and everyone had sort of drifted apart.

The one thing they said they’d never do.

coming back together )
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Tim didn’t know where he was. As much as he hated to admit to anything like that - because he simply didn’t do something so trivial and mindless as getting lost, he had to admit he’d taken a wrong turn somewhere and now…here he was. Except that Tim had absolutely no idea where here was.

All he was really aware of was that the room - garden - whatever this was - was incredibly beautiful. It was completely filled with plants of all varieties, both of a species he could name, and those he simply couldn’t - didn’t know they’d existed until today. It was clearly a garden that had collected both plants from earth and those from other planets, and Tim was glad he’d somehow managed to find his way here. It was a room full of mystery, full of wonder - full of things to be studied and learned.

He hesitated only for a moment - caution warning him that anything in here could be poisonous - before he gave into the urge and reached out to brush his fingers lightly over a particularly striking looking plant, pulling back his hand as it seemed to shift under the caress. Entranced as he was by his surroundings, it didn’t take long - though longer than Tim would care to admit or be comfortable with - for Tim to notice he wasn’t alone.

“Who’s there?”

choose your own adventure with tim drake esq. )

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