Your mother speaks fondly of you. I have heard so much.
You’re aiming for my bad side, you must know that.
“Damn straight I do.”
How much blood had Lynx lost?
Here, right before her very eyes, Red Robin and Superboy were kissing-and kissing obscenely at that. Moreover, Lynx was floating. There was no other way to describe it. When Red Robin had reared back in surprise, his arm had slipped out from beneath her- and yet, Lynx remained in an upright position without straining her injuries, as if still being supported by something.
The only explanation was that she was hallucinating.
While her head reeled in confusion, Superboy’s strong grip was all but crushing Red Robin’s shoulders as their mouths moved against one another’s salaciously. It was hurried and sloppy, complete with lewd, soused sounds of lips moving across each other. Before Lynx could tear her eyes away in horror, the boys parted, Red Robin breathing heavy and throwing a particular look at the Super, who was wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his t-shirt.
“Just not from you, fleabag,” Superboy grinned down at her, smug.
Was this real?
Red Robin remained quiet. Lynx could hear his breath return to an even pace, could see the wheels turning in his head. What was he thinking? What was he holding back? Anger? Disgust?
Or something on the opposite end of the spectrum? Lynx didn’t want to consider that possibility; her head hurt enough as it was.
“Should we get outta here, Red?” Even if Lynx was still unconscious the implications behind Superboy’s question would not be lost on her. It was too much effort to spit out a retort, however, or even glare. She groaned lightly and let her eyes settle closed.
“If you mean to get Lynx somewhere safer so we can get this sorted out, then yes,” Red Robin said tersely. “Otherwise, you know my answer, Superboy.”
He sighed. “It’s just a matter of where to take her…”
Was there a safe place for the three of them? It seemed like every single place Lynx attempted to take refuge in while evading her attackers was all too quickly discovered.
“We need to go far. Out of Chinatown,” Lynx croaked out.
“Nice blush, Boo,” Kon murmured as the smaller boy steadied himself, panting slightly. Superboy didn’t have that type of problem, since y’know Superstamina and all that jazz.
“If you mean to get Lynx somewhere safer so we can get this sorted out, then yes. Otherwise, you know my answer, Superboy. It’s just a matter of where to take her.”
Superboy threw Red Robin the kicked puppy dog look, wilting under the other boy’s no nonsense scowl. At least Kon thought it was no nonsense. Stupid cowl. Always got in the way. It was worse than that green Hamburgular mask Tim used to wear when he was Robin.
“We need to go far. Out of Chinatown.”
Superboy twitched irritably at Lynx’s semi-coherent contribution. “Gee, y’mean I can’t get a bowl of fu noodles between you bleeding and you being thug’s most wanted? Daaaamn,” Kon snorted, crossing his thick arms over the crimson ‘S’.
He jerked his head at Red Robin, annoyed expression softening. Albeit appropriate time for giving Lynx a hard time for dragging them into her problem, Kon knew that Tim was set on helping the girl. So he’d help out too. “Doesn’t Draper have a place around here?” he asked, loosing his arms to scratch the back of his neck.
Lady Shiva had been tracking Lynx’s whereabouts for a long time.
A whisper here, a sighting there, it had caught Shiva’s attention, a familiar name revealing itself to her in her confused life.
In Shiva’s work—Her old work, she had to keep reminding herself—she had worked with many different people, and Lynx was one of them. Something familiar in this dreary haze would be a small comfort, with herself practically in exile, because people assumed her dead.
So Lynx’s name had popped up, and with some research, a few questions, a few broken bones and a promised silence, Shiva had her information.
Following the sly cat was the next step. Not easy, not impossible. The girl had left a trail, an obvious one in Shiva’s eyes, but that could just be her opinion. So now here she was, looking down on a very twisted situation from a rooftop, debating when the right time was to make her presence known.
She studied the three on the ground. Superboy, with a large red S on his shirt. Red Robin, holding what looked liked the now fragile Lynx in his arms. Her daughter associated herself with these people; it was only natural Shiva knew their names.
The moment had come, the words “Doesn’t Draper have a place around here?” floated up to her. Now was a good time as any.
She made her way to the ground, and slowly, emerged from the shadows, eyes on the three as they heard her coming.
“I believe I could help you with your arrangements.” She stopped a few metres away from them, her head cocked slightly to the side. “If you would accept my help.” She was walking a fragile line with the two heroes here, but if Lynx was conscious enough, maybe she could make them accept.
If Shiva could help in any way with these people, she could prove she was doing better.
(Source: robinofthered)
batcass asked: Um.. Happy Mother's Day... because I know you're trying to.. make amends. I think.. I appreciate that.
Thank you, Cassandra. This means a lot to me.
Your mother speaks fondly of you. I have heard so much.You’re aiming for my bad side, you must know that.
I’m not aiming for any side in particular, Damian. Merely seeing how you are. A friendly gesture.
theladyshiva replied to your post: I hear you are close with Cassandra.
…I trust you know she is okay?Uh. Yyyyeah, kinda. She’s alive and—
…hold on, what’s it to you?
Also I will not get your daughter pregnant.Is it so bad that I care if my daughter is alive or not?
You are a smart boy, I trust you can take care of her until I am ready to visit.
*Narrows eyes* Do not push it. I am trying to be open minded.Well, considering your past with her—
…nevermind. I’ll keep her safe, yeah.
Uhhh. Ssssorry.Thank you. Perhaps I will be calling you my son one day. You better live up to the name.
Talia has given me a good idea, a background check wouldn’t hurt.CHOKE—
…s—s—SON!?
I mean.
Uh.
I.
…yeah, uh. Yeah. Okay.
Afraid of commitment? Hmm. I can fix that. How about we meet up, have a little chat. I can see if you really are son material. I have to make sure Cassandra won’t get hurt.
…O.O
FUCKI. I uh. I. Um. Okay, but. I.
…okay.
Awful stutter. Will need to be fixed. This will have to happen sooner rather then later. I know how to contact you, Jason Todd, and I will be doing it soon.
Care to say anything else before I continue on with my plans organisations?
Clown Prince Of Crime: theladyshiva: aceofjoker: theladyshiva: aceofjoker: theladyshiva: I... -
Soooo ditched your Little League of Assassins for the Bats now? You reallllly think they’d accept you.
Oh heheheheheee hahahahahaaa Mother Caaaiinn youuuuu arrrrrrre a comediannnn.
I am sided with no one yet. Your tricks will not phase me.
I do know you say you will die laughing. Perhaps it will be at one of my… “jokes”.
Triiiicks? Who said anything about tricks? I was merely stating the truuuth.
Orrr perhaps I will get the last laugh as you tell your “joke”.
Your version of the truth is a trick. For someone who is mentally insane, you have a way with others minds.
I will not play your word games anymore. Your demise will mean my daughter will never be hurt by your hands again. Or your bullets.
Oh why thaaaaank you. You know it’s not that haaard, bringing out the truths people would rather hide, and watch them rot away in it.
Word games? My faaaaavorite word game is Hangman. Heheheheheeee.
People are easy to read. I’m sure you have truths that you hope won’t be brought to light. Care to share?
You are a class clown, Joker.
…I trust you know she is okay?Uh. Yyyyeah, kinda. She’s alive and—
…hold on, what’s it to you?
Also I will not get your daughter pregnant.Is it so bad that I care if my daughter is alive or not?
You are a smart boy, I trust you can take care of her until I am ready to visit.
*Narrows eyes* Do not push it. I am trying to be open minded.Well, considering your past with her—
…nevermind. I’ll keep her safe, yeah.
Uhhh. Ssssorry.Thank you. Perhaps I will be calling you my son one day. You better live up to the name.
Talia has given me a good idea, a background check wouldn’t hurt.CHOKE—
…s—s—SON!?
I mean.
Uh.
I.
…yeah, uh. Yeah. Okay.
Afraid of commitment? Hmm. I can fix that. How about we meet up, have a little chat. I can see if you really are son material. I have to make sure Cassandra won’t get hurt.
Clown Prince Of Crime: theladyshiva: aceofjoker: theladyshiva: aceofjoker: theladyshiva: I... -
Soooo ditched your Little League of Assassins for the Bats now? You reallllly think they’d accept you.
Oh heheheheheee hahahahahaaa Mother Caaaiinn youuuuu arrrrrrre a comediannnn.
I am sided with no one yet. Your tricks will not phase me.
I do know you say you will die laughing. Perhaps it will be at one of my… “jokes”.
Triiiicks? Who said anything about tricks? I was merely stating the truuuth.
Orrr perhaps I will get the last laugh as you tell your “joke”.
Your version of the truth is a trick. For someone who is mentally insane, you have a way with others minds.
I will not play your word games anymore. Your demise will mean my daughter will never be hurt by your hands again. Or your bullets.
…I trust you know she is okay?Uh. Yyyyeah, kinda. She’s alive and—
…hold on, what’s it to you?
Also I will not get your daughter pregnant.Is it so bad that I care if my daughter is alive or not?
You are a smart boy, I trust you can take care of her until I am ready to visit.
*Narrows eyes* Do not push it. I am trying to be open minded.Well, considering your past with her—
…nevermind. I’ll keep her safe, yeah.
Uhhh. Ssssorry.
Thank you. Perhaps I will be calling you my son one day. You better live up to the name. Talia has given me a good idea, a background check wouldn’t hurt.
Clown Prince Of Crime: theladyshiva: aceofjoker: theladyshiva: aceofjoker: theladyshiva: I... -
You may pick off any other Bat, I do not care. Just leave my daughter out of it.
You always have another idiot with you. It’s only a limited time until you break out again, an idiot spy having helped you out.
Heeeheheee mayyyybe you should tell your precious little baby daughter that jumping in front of bullets is a nuh-uh-uhhh. I was merely shooting at Toddler!
Your definition of idiot must be verrryyy different from mine.
No matter what happened beforehand, you still hurt her. And I am very close to making you jump in front of my bullet, so do not push your luck, Joker.
All people who work with or for you are idiots.
Nahhhhh. If you’ve aligned yourself with your bratty Batty Girl, you can’t kill me. Heheee!
Hmmm hmmm maybe, maybe not. But we do put on a show, don’t weee?
What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.
Your version of fun is much different from mine, Joker.
Oh pleaaaase. She’s a Bat. They know everythiiing.
Tell me killing isn’t fun for youuu then.
You assume they do. But they don’t. And I heard some other Bats would be happy with your demise. What is stopping me now?
Killing is necessary, not fun. But killing you will be very enjoyable.
Soooo ditched your Little League of Assassins for the Bats now? You reallllly think they’d accept you.
Oh heheheheheee hahahahahaaa Mother Caaaiinn youuuuu arrrrrrre a comediannnn.
I am sided with no one yet. Your tricks will not phase me.
I do know you say you will die laughing. Perhaps it will be at one of my… “jokes”.
…I trust you know she is okay?Uh. Yyyyeah, kinda. She’s alive and—
…hold on, what’s it to you?
Also I will not get your daughter pregnant.
Is it so bad that I care if my daughter is alive or not?
You are a smart boy, I trust you can take care of her until I am ready to visit.
*Narrows eyes* Do not push it. I am trying to be open minded.