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Nightwing simply stood, in full uniform, right in front of the window, arms folded over his chest, eyes glaring through his domino mask at Barbara's arm holding onto Sam's bare chest tightly. The two looked peaceful. That wasn't why Nightwing hadn't woken them up. It was because he was entirely too pissed to move.
"Come on! Rise and shine! Let's--" Robin's words caught in his mouth as he finished climbing in Barbara's window. After a very silent moment, Nightwing finally spoke.
"Holy perverted, tight-wearing, associates, Batman." he muttered. "WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!?!"
Sam and Barbara jerked in the bed. Barbara took a few سیکنڈ (and a brush of red hair out of her face) to realize what was going on. Several expressions fought for control of her face: embarrassment, shame, surprise, and even some anger at Nightwing walking in on them.
Sam was wide awake the moment the word "Hell" escaped Nightwing's mouth. His was hate and a pure bat-glare.
"Please tell me this is NOT what it looks like." Robin said, still wide-eyed.
"Tim, go." Nightwing said, not moving his body یا eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what آپ think it is." Barbara said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest.
"And I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell out so we can get dressed." Sam said, propping himself up on his elbow.
Nightwing glared. "Well I hope آپ got enough last night." he کہا hatefully, and left.
Nightwing simply stood, in full uniform, right in front of the window, arms folded over his chest, eyes glaring through his domino mask at Barbara's arm holding onto Sam's bare chest tightly. The two looked peaceful. That wasn't why Nightwing hadn't woken them up. It was because he was entirely too pissed to move.
"Come on! Rise and shine! Let's--" Robin's words caught in his mouth as he finished climbing in Barbara's window. After a very silent moment, Nightwing finally spoke.
"Holy perverted, tight-wearing, associates, Batman." he muttered. "WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!?!"
Sam and Barbara jerked in the bed. Barbara took a few سیکنڈ (and a brush of red hair out of her face) to realize what was going on. Several expressions fought for control of her face: embarrassment, shame, surprise, and even some anger at Nightwing walking in on them.
Sam was wide awake the moment the word "Hell" escaped Nightwing's mouth. His was hate and a pure bat-glare.
"Please tell me this is NOT what it looks like." Robin said, still wide-eyed.
"Tim, go." Nightwing said, not moving his body یا eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what آپ think it is." Barbara said, sitting up and clutching the sheets to her chest.
"And I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell out so we can get dressed." Sam said, propping himself up on his elbow.
Nightwing glared. "Well I hope آپ got enough last night." he کہا hatefully, and left.
Fly and be free
I'm so stupid why in the hell did I when into that damn building. My sorry Jaivus. This is all my fault.
Dante.
BATTLE OF ALL BATTLES!
Deep in the water, your chances little. A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Pretty cool if آپ sing it like link...
Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly آپ will die
And when again the sun leaves آپ will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide آپ from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow آپ earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A چادر, فرغل of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
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Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly آپ will die
And when again the sun leaves آپ will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide آپ from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow آپ earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A چادر, فرغل of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away A چادر, فرغل of ash, a burn streaked...
