((I’M SO SORRY FOR DISSAPEARING… My laptop crashed and burned, and I only JUST NOW have it back… ;; I’m so sorry everyone!))

your-skills-are-improving:

The building came crashing down around him with alarming pace. Chucks of the ceiling were flying in every direction threatening to kill him at any moment. He attempted to run out of warehouse to little avail, he was trapped in his own snare. Unsure of how the entire situation had gotten so out of hand, he cursed himself loudly before dodging an extremely large metal beam.

He clenched his fists as he dodged several other smaller bits of the flaking roof. The exit was still what seemed miles away, nothing was in his favor. Slade ran frantically in every direction trying to get himself out, everything was chaos. A small light appeared at one end of the collapsing structure along with the sound of a voice, he sprinted towards it narrowly missing another mass of architecture. 

Crackling sounded off above him as a support beam gave way, wood splintering and falling downward. The sharp edged bits falling straight down at him. An inch from impact, the thin, sharp bits froze. Floating idly above him before seemingly being tossed to the side. An invisible force nudged Slade along faster, a slight extra boost in speed it seemed as the rest of the ceiling behind him gave way and crumbled downward, missing him by less than an inch. A small, soft, and familiar hand grabbed his, and yanked him out roughly as dust sprayed out from the opening he’d just barely breached. The rest of the building caving in on itself and crushing whatever was left inside. The hand released Slade’s, letting him continue to wherever he may choose, whether he stopped or not, as the force that had been pushing him along seemingly vanished.

“What were you doing in there?” A soft, high and effeminate voice asked. Sky blue eyes laid on him, and Inokoo’s face let a frown cross along it. The two hadn’t talked much, and in worry for him, Inokoo had sought out her mentor. Only to find him running about in a crumbling building. He’d been gone lately, quite a bit at that… Past words had gotten to her, and the girl had begun to wonder where the man always wandered off to. Where he always left to be, or places he went to. However, Inokoo wasn’t aware of Slade’s “hobby” or “lifestyle” yet, which with her mindset and morals, was probably for the best.

She repeated herself, but changed the words this time.

“Did you have…business in there?”

((B-but…Superboy and Miss Martian was so…perfect… ;A; I FINALLY CATCH UP WITH THE EPISODES FOR THIS?
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((*flips a table*))

batgirlgordon:

Okay.
So you know that feeling you get when you’re about to get your hair cut? Nervous that they’re gonna get it wrong… that your new fringe won’t look as good as you thought it would or your face will look too wide because the sides are going to be cut too short?
Well… it was nothing like that. It was unexpected… and rather stupid of me.
Like… forgetting about a rebounding batarang...

Because that’s exactly how it happened.

3 inches. The cut took 3 inches off my hair. Short uneven strands all over the place. It barely even meets my shoulders anymore. I mean, I can’t even tie it up. Not to worry— I had it all sorted out. Getting past the household security was the easiest part.

After that, I thought all was going to be well. I’d arrive to class, greet everyone like I would usually, learn a few things then hurry on home to figure out how to not look stupid with the cowl on.
But I forgot the most basic rule. Ever.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

STUPID.

The batarang. Once a very good friend of mine. Now… we’re just not talking.

…Well… so it happened like THAT.