{Reader's Discretion Advised} The following selectiion contains a scene of suggestive material. Do not read if u are underage of this type of material makes u uncomfortable.
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 seconden (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 of eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what u 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 u got enough last night." he zei 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 seconden (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 of eyes from their current position. The young boy nodded, gulped, and disappeared out the window.
"I'm afraid it's exactly what u 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 u got enough last night." he zei hatefully, and left.
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. u going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like u Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. u going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like u Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!