Oppan gotham style!
tracing the 강남스타일 (by PSY)
Christophe Beck - Paperman
Music from the animated short Paperman
We Love Food, It’s All We Eat.
Fandom: DCU [which does not belong to me btw]
Pairing: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson
Rating: PG - NC-17
Thanks to iamjasonssmirkingrevenge and Sharon for the help and beta! <3
Warnings: Full warnings in the Prologue.
Extra Warnings for this chapter:This chapter has brief descriptions of child abuse, gore and moderately graphic implications of non-con. If you would prefer a summery of this chapter or a copy with any of those scenes omitted, just let me know!
Summary: The world is in ruins, the Justice League is gone, and like many others who have tried fighting for their freedom, Jason Todd is in prison. He finds help from an unexpected source.
oh my god dear author you can’t imagine how much i love you
reblog first and then i’m gonna enjoy my reading time!
(after finishing reading) gonna sit here and cry for the whole afternoon (heartbroken)
Me: if somebody tells me this i’ll fall in love with him/her immediately
Friend: i need you like Spiderman needs money
It’d been five days.
In those five days, Nightwing had been moderately absent from his usual patrol, and his night-time routine had diminished into nothing. His radio was off, and all communication had been pretty much unsuccessful. Even for the Oracle.
Dick Grayson, for five days, had been apartment bound.
During the day, he’d moved about from room to room. Sometimes, he even cleaned. He went through files. He organised things - then, when he knocked them out of place, he re-organised them. Sometimes, someone would show up, and he’d manage a conversation, but it was all routine; it was all worked through the muscle memory of his mouth, which would fix itself into a wavering smile. Sensing, perhaps, that something wasn’t quite as ‘in place’ as it should have been, they’d then leave. And all day, even during those lengthly conversations, he could hear his phone ringing from his front pocket, and Dick would ignore it until he was good and ready, and then he would sit down on the end of his bed and pull it free from the confines of his pants, and press the ‘receive call’ button.
“What the hell took you so long?”
Dick pressed the receptor to his ear, another smile flickering on his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I had stuff to do.”
“Bullshit. But it’s great to know that you think I have nothing better to do except call you every hour of the day.”
god it hurts so much ;;A;;
how can this be warm and hurt at the same time
Joseph Gordon-Levitt, The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories