↷ 's apartment

He knows.. but, Bruce is a stubborn man who does his best to get what he wants. Where do you think Jason gets it from?
´Sighs´
I know. I'm allowed to worry, you know?

He won't brainwash me, I don't want that life I thought you told him I didn't want to do that.
*looks at you*
I told you I didn't want it either, I am happy with just having my custom Escrima Sticks and kicking one night a week.

[] yes an elf, shut up otl

....Just be careful, please. I've had enough fights with Bruce, I don't need to go kick his door down for trying to brainwash my son.

(I forgot the in brackets
Kill me
Ahem
Like an elf-))

Bruce wouldn't do that to me, he knows I want no part of that, and you and Mother made that clear.
*looks at you*

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No but you breathe crooked and you're going to end up dressed like an elf and being called a sidekick.

It isn't that bad, its not like I am in the Batcave, looking at Bruce's toys and gadgets.

The worst place on Earth for anyone your age to be, really.

I was just out at Wayne Manor.

...´raises a brow´ Uh huh-?

I mean...

You can't sneak into a place where no one sleeps-

*sneaks in after being out late at night like a boss XD*

@⋫ princess koriand'r He hadn't missed the all too familiar voice of his lover saying his name, the sound alone sending a chill down his spine, but as much as he hated it, the call claimed priority. Pushing a hand through raven locks, he sighed, 'I guess I'll have to come in after work tomorrow.' was starting to overwork himself again and he knew he'd regret it, 'See you then, babs.'

Tossing the device away from him and onto the nearest soft surface, he turned his attention back to reuniting with his very own princess. 'Kori,' he nearly purred upon finally setting his gaze on her frame, however he didn't miss the expression, causing him to halt slightly, 'Is something wrong..? I know I'm.. late, sorry about that.. Things ran longer than I expected.'

@⋫ grayson Senses awaken upon the footsteps entering the threshold of their home; fervid emotions buoying ashore under the thrall of his voice.

Grayson.

The name sparks a lull within Koriand'r, the cadence and connotation of his name pulsate under the throb of her heart. His existence spools her strength into being, such thoughts grip her into an affection and warmth unlike any other. Upon the call of her name, an ardent ingress of a smile enmeshes into her face, thoughts going astray as the love of her life fleshes into the expanse of her reality.

"Grayson," she calls out, syllables spilling through her plush tiers tinged with carmine. Solemn voice rings out through the silence bouncing against the walls of their apartment. "Grayson?" Her words falter. Steps synchronous with the hesitance lacing her words.

@⋫ princess koriand'r Stepping into the apartment, 's first movements were to drop his weapons off in the spare room, dragging his feet to the bedroom. He didn't think much off it as he began peeling the material of his kevlar lined Nightwing suit from his form, more than willing to leave it on the floor - it wouldn't be the first time. 'Babe?' He finally called, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

Before he could inquire about the whereabouts of his housemate further, he could hear an all too familiar sound. The raven reluctantly held his phone up to his ear, letting the familiar voice pour out and earn a snort. 'I just got home and I'm close to just deciding to become a nudest when things are done. Taking that thing off then putting clothes on.. It's miserable,' he'd answered, rubbing his face with the other hand. The redhead on the other end, Barbara Gordon, laughed at his comment before continuing to give him information on what he'd brought in only an hour earlier.