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Hiiiii, this blog still lives, RL has just been...phew. It’s been a lot haha. And I’ve just had stronger muse for other blogs, BUT you know I would never forget about Babs. <333

However, it looks like my notifications are a blank, so if you’ve been waiting ona reply from me please IM me or something!

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DAREDEVIL S3 HAS GOT ME YELLING

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ASKBOX / RP MEMES.*  Part 5 / 6. EPISODE 1.  SEASON 1.  ALTERED CARBON.

                         *some quotes may be slightly edited for rp purposes.  tw: drug use mention, violence, murder, death & sexual content.

A much-needed respite from the trials of bleak existence.

Also, not a date.

Are you a moron or just an asshole?

From the sky above, there is always the mud below.

Good sir, I cannot assume host prerogatives without payment.

He had it coming.  He was rude.

He wanted me reprimanded when I couldn’t find his killer.

Hey, I’m moved by your concern but I’m gonna get myself a nice meal, couple of high-end hookers with a little better appreciation for the stamina of the newly resleeved, and enjoy what’s left of my little vacation before I go back to sleep forever.

How can I ease your journey through this world?

I could guide you.

I could take you myself without even breaking a sweat.

I just want one thing to go right today.

I know one particular lady of the night who seems a demure clerical worker but carries in her briefcase instruments of such delight it will tickle your bones.

I thought you’d be bigger. They made me bring all this backup. What a waste of my time.  I don’t need them.

I’m saying I polygraphed the wife at her own insistence. She passed without a twitch.

I’m thinking since you took me out for a drink –

It’s not voodoo, which, by the way, absolutely is bullshit.  It’s a form of subliminal pattern recognition.

Just, uh, have someone sent to my room.

No fantasy beyond reach for the client of discerning means.

No. No. We’re not finished here.

Not the first date to call me that.

Oh, honey, you don’t like this model? I can be whatever you want me to be.

Pardon me, wayfarer, we’re in the midst of conversation.

Perchance you could tell me your preferences?

Really? I hadn’t heard that.

Right now? Nonverbal.

See, psycho-terrorists, we’re not so easy to predict as you’d think.

Shut the fuck up.

Shut up, you piece of digibrain shit.  My microwave is smarter than you.

So much for Envoy Intuition. Voodoo bullshit.

That won’t be necessary.

The best everything.  Food, view, entertainment, private kind of entertainment.

They’re hardwired to want guests.  If you stay with one, it’s like sleeping with a stalker.

This isn’t my world.

Tried to screw with my career, which means with my life. And he’s still fucking doin’ it.

We chased down every lead. Friends, enemies, people with opportunity and motive, and we always came back to the same thing.

We’ll take the check.

Well, I got money and he’s got girls, so I think we’ll be good.

Well, I’m not that discerning.

What the fuck does that mean?

When a sleeve has been slabbed for a long time, the body keeps making hormones. Did you know that?

Yeah, you keep saying that.

Yeah. Everyone knows that.

You know that first time, when you’re fresh out of the tank –

You know what my Envoy Intuition’s telling me right now? Without question or reservation?

You know. It’s about the details.

You saying you didn’t deserve it?

You should change your mind.

You’re paying, and one more time, you’re just an asshole.

You’re some kind of moron staying in an AI hotel. Possessive like a crazy girlfriend. No one stays in them anymore.

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I am curious,. What are the things you like the most about Dickbabs?

To begin with, I love the conexion they share since they were young.

I know the childhood sweethearts thing was a retcon, and a lot o people criticize that, but I don’t see it as a bad thing at all. There are bad retcons and good retcons. In their case I think it was the latter. But even Pre-Crisis, there was always this banter between them, there was a cue for a thing to blossom if their ages weren’t so different.

So the writers took this cue and made their romance happen, because it makes sense: they shared the experience as Batman apprentices, they are the original Batman Family.

Also, I love how they’re friends above anything. Even when their relationship didn’t work, they kept the good part of it. They know they can always count on each other.

I love their dynamic and their partnership. The constant banter, the playful atmosphere, the couple fights.. Barbara’s more sarcastic, Dick’s more a goof.

And when they are actually together, they make sure it will be the cutest thing ever.

They are so different, but know each other so well because they live in the same world.. it’s a very interesting relationship.

And that’s it! My favorite things about Dickbabs.

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“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

Barbara panted into his shoulder, her racing heart thundering in her ears, a cold sweat clinging to her skin. Another nightmare. The same one. Those white fingers plucking open her blouse, bright red lips split into a rictus grin, and the snap-click of a camera.

Slowly, the dream...the memory...melted away, and it was just the darkness, the cool air of the night drifting in through the open window and kissing the tears on her cheeks. Dick’s arms were around her, and the warmth of his chest was in front of her, and everything was all right. Mostly everything.

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a loooong overdue part 2 to this one thing i did with flustered babs a while ago, s/o to @laquilasse​ for opening my eyes and keeping me woke with this pure concept

please reblog, do not steal or repost my art.

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an art trade with @avataraandy, who asked for DickBabs. :D

Look at what she made me: dick and dami!!! 

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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“Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”

“I’d rather we did it outside of Victor Frieze’s basement next time, but...yeah.”

She chuckled into his shoulder, the two of them clutching onto one another to conserve their warmth while they tried to figure out an escape. In the meantime, at least the company wasn’t bad.

“I don’t think we can melt all this ice with hugs, though.”

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Platonic Requests for Affection

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dickbabs week continues, day 2: vulnerability.

Don’t you just hate it when the Joker walks into your house and shoots you and gives you vivid nightmares for the rest of your life

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#where in the world is jim gordon’s stache

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gymgordon:

    “I think the worst part is the boredom, you know?” A heavy, tired sigh came from the old man, followed by a wince. Though a few weeks had gone by, his wounds were still sore.

Gunshots took quite awhile to heal. No way around that. His shoulder was the worst. Jim couldn’t even stretch without the damn thing screaming for him to stop. The other two, a through and through that had narrowly missed his kidney, and one that had struck his hip, were manageable. Still a pain, but he could just relax and ignore them.

“I can’t even take notes, let alone get any real work done. If Harvey didn’t keep me up to date over the phone, I’d lose my mind.”

“I dread the day you retire from the Force, Dad. I don’t know how you’ll manage.”

Barbara put down a fresh cup of coffee for him and pressed a quick kiss to his temple. Despite her cheery, joking attitude, beneath the farce of it, she’d been terrified. It had been hard enough being unable to stay with him at the hospital, fretting all the time that he might take a turn for the worst. But at least he was home, now, still on leave until he recovered. What she really dreaded was the day he returned to work, back to the daily dangers of the Gotham streets.

“How’s the pain? Do you need another pill?”

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‘ Want more blankets? ’

“Please...”

Whatever it was Poison Ivy had dosed her with, it was taking a long time to wear off, and it was taking its toll. Spring hadn’t done much in the way of relieving the chill in the air left over from winter, but it had certainly been raining enough.

“Any leads yet on Ivy?”

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                                                Caring Edition 

‘ Hey when was the last time you slept? ’

‘ Stay in bed, please. ’

‘ Do you want me to get you anything? ’

‘ Let me look. ’

‘ Let me help you. ’

‘ Here, let me bandage that up. ’

‘ I made you something to eat. ’

‘ You’re burning up! Go lay down. ’

‘ Please drink more water. ’

‘ Were you able to keep that down? ’

‘ Does this hurt? ’

‘ You need to stay still. ’

‘ Want more blankets? ’

‘ Do you want to talk about it? ’

‘ Try to breathe slowly. ’

‘ It’s alright I’m here. ’

‘ Here hold my hand. ’

‘ I’m not going anywhere. ’

‘ You can sleep here. ’

‘ Rest as long as you need. ’

‘ Look at me. ’

‘ Tell me what you are seeing. ’

‘ You can rest in my arms. ’

‘ I will make you some tea. ’

‘ Please, take this. ’

‘ You should be resting. ’

‘ I’m just checking in, how are you feeling? ’

‘ Snuggling helps with a lot of things, so come here. ’

‘ Want me to take you to a doctor? ’

‘ I am a doctor, so please listen to me. ’

‘ How long have you been like this? ’

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Batman & Mr. Freeze: SubZero