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Robin is worried...
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Robin is worried that Artemis is about to kill someone.
So yeah a spitfire pic and since Robin and Artemis are preoccupied have someone different look after KF while he's in recovery please.
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Although bonus:
Robin's soul crushing guilt for letting Wally get hurt starts after he catches Artemis.
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The continuing saga of my love affair with the present tense.
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If she has to be honest, there’s something very wrong about the silence. Not that she’d say anything; the rest of the team might start getting the idea she likes Wally.
Which she doesn’t. Except possibly in the vaguely affectionate way one reserves for something like the obscene graffiti one passes every day: obnoxious, loud, and an eyesore, but reassuringly familiar in the strangest way. And when it is gone, the suddenly blank wall is a nasty shock.
She knows her gaze is fixed, on the figurative blank wall, but somehow she can’t quite look away.
“Artemis?”
She nearly startles out of her skin, covering the reflex badly, and looks to her right. M’gann makes a quiet eep, backs off a few steps. “I didn’t mean to startle you,” she says after a moment. “I’m sorry. ( ... )
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It is beyond her how someone so much shorter can prove so much of an obstacle. But there he is, obstinate.
And grinning.
Why is he grinning?
“Come with me?” Robin asks, and it’s actually a question, not a command pretending to be one like his mentor is so adept at.
“I have somewhere to be,” she says. It comes out a bit more harshly than she intends.
The mask remains inscrutable. “Where?” he wants to know.
“Just-- somewhere else, okay ( ... )
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Five in the morning and she is stretching, carefully, convincing abused muscles to loosen. Every movement is a screaming protest, but it’s a necessity. She does it anyway. And at the least there is some pleasure to it, when that warning pain settles into a dull, warm tingle, that bare reminder not to go too far.
No matter how much she tries, though, past a certain point the stretch is not a good enough distraction. Again, and again, her mind returns to yesterday, worrying at each moment like she might yet do something just by thinking.
You can’t change the past, she tells herself, whispers it as loud as she dares. The past is set. The past is stone. She has to move forward. She’s done it before ( ... )
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(Are you looking forward to next week's episode as much as I am? If the description on Wikipedia is anything to go by, we might be getting a bit of that very bromance.)
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This line is what made me determined to comment, even before I read the rest. Because this is a fantastic description.
Actually, this is a fantastic fill. The best parts were where you let some things hang unsaid, like in Artemis' short dialogue with Superboy. I also really loved the end.
*bookmarks*
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ANYWAY!
Writer anon you deserve lots of internet hugs and cookies.
How does one send and internet chiffon cake?
I like the subtleness to the spitfire feelings.
Yay! *organizing incoherent ramblings*
Patricide- love the use of this word. (And higher vocabulary in general)
I like the way you describe things.
You're great at being so vivid while being sparse with words.
I love the way you just GET how the characters would react to the situation.
Seconding other commenters.
Also:
here's a secret
You're awesome!
How awesome?
*Stretches out arms to fullest extent.*
This awesome.
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The person who figures out how to send physical objects through the internet will be a billionaire in days, I swear~ :)
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Have you filled any other prompts? I'd love to read more by you!
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