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OOC: Saying Goodbye

After a lot of thought, I’m stepping down from the Bat Tumblr, and I figured I should let my followers know. I won’t be rping as Terry for the foreseeable future, but if/when I ever come back to it, I’ll be coming back with my ask blog, askmcginnis.

If anyone wants to keep in touch with me, shoot me and ask and I’ll give you my personal blog url. I wish everyone the best, and I had a lot of fun in the game.

Some Nights I Don’t Know Anymore

notfollowingsuit:

tinyterbear:

Her reaction was like a stab through the heart. Terry had gone most of his life without anyone really trusting him, and he knew that the fact that he didn’t know if he could trust the people closest to him just made everything worse. It created a wicked cycle. With his family, with Dana, and now with Melanie. Part of him wanted nothing more then to tell the truth, but how could he even start? How could he tell Melanie about what he really did at night without completely driving her away? 

She’d turned her back to him. He began to reach out and touch her, but stopped himself. “I’m sorry,” he said, just louder then a whisper. “I swear, I will explain what’s going on. But I can’t right now. There are other people in danger, and I owe it to them to keep quiet about it until this blows over.” If he told her the truth now, it would be too obvious who Batman was, who the Robins were. He might have been starting to feel like trusting Melanie with his identity, but it wasn’t his place to tell her about anyone else. Hopefully they could talk Vicki Vale out of releasing the story, and he wouldn’t have to worry about it. That was hoping for a lot.

The offer Melanie made made it clear that she was at least trying to keep things civil, the keep things under control. Terry wished she would say something else, though. He was opening his heart up in the worst way, and he needed some sort of signal. Rejection was better then just not knowing. 

“It’s… it’s okay.” He replied. “You’ve done way more then enough around here. Just… it’s your night off. Take it easy.”

“Um, okay.”

Melanie bit back her cynicism and instead reached for the phone. Terry was right; it was her night off, and she should relax. That meant no passive-aggressive attacks to let him know how much he hurt her, no toiling over possibilities and maybes. For once, it seemed, Melanie would spare her heart and mind the agony by not even approaching the battlefield.

She would avoid anything that would wear her down. Just for tonight.

Her fingers hovered over the absurdly large buttons as she turned to face Terry.

“Do you want anything on the pizza, or are you not hungry?”

Terry turned away from her, bracing his hands against the kitchen countertop, just trying to figure out where his head was. He was exhausted. The fight with Hush had been a short one, he’d only barely thrown a single punch. But getting his face almost blown up and then dragged back to the manor had been a nightmare. Coming out of that only to find his suit beyond repair and his identity known to Vicki Vale… he was choking back anger as best as he could. This wasn’t right. He shouldn’t have been stuck in the past, he shouldn’t have let his face get exposed. Bruce wasn’t the man he knew, Dick was annoying, the Commish wasn’t even the Commissioner yet… 

Right now, the only thing that felt in any way right was being with Melanie, and he could tell that she wasn’t about to forgive him for everything that had happened between them. 

"No, I’m… I’m fine." He said over his shoulder. Whenever he was at the manor, Alfred insisted that he get treated like one of the family. That was the worst part of it all. Those people… that place… that wasn’t home. He didn’t belong with them, he belonged with him mom and brother. 

He turned where he stood and hoisted himself onto the counter, resting his elbows on his knees. His head drooped and he laced his hands around the back of his neck, taking deep breaths before he started hyperventilating. This was too much. The stress, the confusion, it was all too much. 

"I’m sorry," he mumbled. "For everything that’s happened here, that happened back in our time… I’m sorry." 

Some Nights I Don’t Know Anymore

notfollowingsuit:

Melanie turned back to the sink, frowning. It seemed that nothing Terry did ever made any sense, and the moment when she tried to catch a line, he snapped it back up, leaving her stumbling blindly.

“Right,” she sighed sharply, rinsing the last of the soap suds from her spoon and tossing it in the dish rack. “Sorry I asked.”

If she could just open his mind and see even a small glimmer of what he was thinking, find one clue…

Maybe she knew what it was, but she didn’t want to admit it. It would make Terry such a hypocrite, and as much as he hurt her sometimes, she couldn’t bear the thought of him being a lesser person.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, Melanie hovered awkwardly at the sink, feeling somehow that if she left first she would be rejecting Terry. Her practice of avoiding and ignoring him didn’t seem to be appropriate anymore, now that the boundaries had been graciously overstepped. Perhaps a step out of her own box was called for.

“I… I’m not working tonight, so… I can make dinner,” she said quietly, then added, “If you’re hungry.”

Her reaction was like a stab through the heart. Terry had gone most of his life without anyone really trusting him, and he knew that the fact that he didn’t know if he could trust the people closest to him just made everything worse. It created a wicked cycle. With his family, with Dana, and now with Melanie. Part of him wanted nothing more then to tell the truth, but how could he even start? How could he tell Melanie about what he really did at night without completely driving her away? 

She’d turned her back to him. He began to reach out and touch her, but stopped himself. “I’m sorry,” he said, just louder then a whisper. “I swear, I will explain what’s going on. But I can’t right now. There are other people in danger, and I owe it to them to keep quiet about it until this blows over.” If he told her the truth now, it would be too obvious who Batman was, who the Robins were. He might have been starting to feel like trusting Melanie with his identity, but it wasn’t his place to tell her about anyone else. Hopefully they could talk Vicki Vale out of releasing the story, and he wouldn’t have to worry about it. That was hoping for a lot.

The offer Melanie made made it clear that she was at least trying to keep things civil, the keep things under control. Terry wished she would say something else, though. He was opening his heart up in the worst way, and he needed some sort of signal. Rejection was better then just not knowing. 

"It’s… it’s okay." He replied. "You’ve done way more then enough around here. Just… it’s your night off. Take it easy."

This is apparently a thing people do.

  • 1:

    Picture of yourself

  • 2:

    Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

  • 3:

    Have you ever been dumped?

  • 4:

    What do you most like about making out?

  • 5:

    Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

  • 6:

    When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

  • 7:

    What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

  • 8:

    Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

  • 9:

    Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

  • 10:

    Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

  • 11:

    What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

  • 12:

    Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

  • 13:

    Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

  • 14:

    Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

  • 15:

    Do you miss your last sweetie?

  • 16:

    Last time you slow danced with someone?

  • 17:

    Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

  • 18:

    How can I win your heart?

  • 19:

    What is your astrological sign?

  • 20:

    What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

  • 21:

    Do you cook?

  • 22:

    Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

  • 23:

    If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

  • 24:

    Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

  • 25:

    What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

  • 26:

    Name four things that you wish you had:

  • 27:

    Are you a player?

  • 28:

    Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

  • 29:

    Are you a tease?

  • 30:

    Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

  • 31:

    Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

  • 32:

    Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

  • 33:

    Hugs or Kisses?

  • 34:

    Are you too shy to ask someone out?

  • 35:

    The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

  • 36:

    Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

  • 37:

    . If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

  • 38:

    Do you flirt a lot?

  • 39:

    Your last kiss?

  • 40:

    Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2011?

  • 41:

    Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

  • 42:

    If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

  • 43:

    Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

  • 44:

    Does someone like you currently?

  • 45:

    Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

  • 46:

    Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

  • 47:

    Ever made out with just a friend?

  • 48:

    Are you happier single or in a relationship?

  • 49:

    Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

Some Nights I Don’t Know Anymore

notfollowingsuit:

Melanie squeezed her eyes shut immediately when Terry pressed his mouth to hers. It was a precautionary measure, a defense mechanism; she wasn’t sure (she didn’t have a single clue, in fact) as to why he was cradling her jaw in a calloused hand and gently holding her lips between his. Whatever the reason was, though, she couldn’t bring herself to return the kiss, not right away. Was there any point in rushing to build up her hope when he could snap out of this spell he was under at any moment, and leave her hanging once again?

But Terry remained there patiently, as if waiting for her to respond. She needed to resist - she knew she did… But she didn’t want to, not at all.

Melanie released the tension she was gripping onto and turned to better face him. Her hands she didn’t know what to do with - should she wrap them around him, bring him closer to her? Instead she settled one over his hand resting on the counter - surely that was safe.

Not long after she returned the kiss did Terry pull away. Melanie did so as well twice as fast and lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Welcome home, sunshine,” she repeated, carefully roaming here gaze to his face to hopefully find some answers. She was shocked by what she discovered.

“Oh my god,” she said quietly, face becoming stony as she took in the bloodied eye and flushed color of what was perhaps a burn on the side of his face. “What happened to you?”

He could tell that she was tense, that she was confused. The way she hesitated to return the kiss, the way she didn’t touch him back. Terry couldn’t blame her. What he was doing was stupid, and a bit crazy, and he hadn’t even realized what he was doing until he was already kissing her. But he didn’t let himself well on the whys of what he was doing. Live in the moment. 

Hesitantly, he released the kiss and pulled away. He was afraid to look at Melanie again, and see some look in her eyes that showed that she wasn’t feeling the same things he was. It was pretty much a given that she wasn’t. He leaned back slightly, opening his eyes but not quite focusing on her features. Even then, he could tell that her face was hardening. 

She asked what had happened to him. He couldn’t tell her the truth - not yet. It was an inevitability that she would find out, but he didn’t know what to tell her. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He’d have to find some way to approach the subject carefully. 

Still, he had to say something. She hadn’t asked about the knife wound, but that was the sort of thing that could happen from a general mugging. It was a normal type of injury. Taking a flash grenade to the face… wasn’t.

"I got—" he looked up, meeting her gaze. His voice faltered as he tried to figure out what to say. He couldn’t tell the truth, but he couldn’t think of a good lie. "I got involved in something bad. I can’t talk about it. But… one day, I’ll tell you everything. I promise."

gentlegingergiant asked:

24, 31, 43, 47.

Of what animal are you most afraid? 

Uh, I really don’t like dogs. Like, there are scarier animals and all, but how many times am I gonna be in the same room as a crocodile? So far only two dog don’t bother me, and that’s after I spent a LOT of time with them.

If you were invisible for a day, what would you do? 

I can turn invisible most days if I have the suit, so I’d probably do what I normally do. Fight crime and stuff.

What was your favorite childhood tv show? 

It hasn’t been made yet, but it was a show about these kids that fought monsters with lessons they learned in science class. My dad would watch it with me and point out the chemistry stuff that was actually true.

Already answered 47.

flyingdgrayson asked:

13, 14, 15

A wizard offers you immortality in exchange for your two front teeth. Do you take it? 

Uh… no? ‘Sides just not wanting to look weird, I think it’d get lonely living forever. Just look at Superman.

Could you win the Hunger Games? 

What’s the Hunger Games? Some kinda eating contest?

What was your favorite Halloween costume as a kid? How about as a teen/adult?

As a kid, it was Static. I think I dressed up like him for three years in a row. Now that I’m older it’s— actually, I don’t think I can admit that. Especially not to you. All I’ll say is that it last year’s, and it matched by little brother’s.

[[OOC: Last year’s costume ;3]]

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