"we Hardly Know Each Other"

"we hardly know each other"

Batman!Dick Approved

“No, the bottom line, Dick… is that you led us then and you lead us now.  And I’d follow you to hell if I had to.” Donna Troy 

[JLA (2006) #50]

“I know you stepped into some big black boots you probably felt would never fit… but if it helps to know, most of my cops prefer you to him.” Jim Gordon

[Batman and Robin (2009) #13] 

“Different.  New faces.  And a Batman I actually don’t mind being around.”  Hal Jordan

[JLA (2006) #42]

“Dick has done exactly what I expected he would – put on Batman’s cowl without getting lost in its shadows.” Tim Drake

[Red Robin #13]

Talia Al Ghul: His former boy wonder is barely fit to wear his mentor’s mantle and you…

Damian Wayne: You’re wrong.  Dick Grayson is…

[Batman and Robin (2009) #10]

“You fill the uniform well, Dick.  Bruce would be proud of you.  I know I am.”  Clark Kent

[World’s Finest (2009) #4]

“I never doubted it, Dick.  Given enough time I’m sure you’d make an even better Batman than me.”  Bruce Wayne

[Batman: Gates of Gotham #5]

How the Assassins treat you after you’ve had a rough day.

Kassandra of Sparta:

You’ve been getting grief at work for dating a woman, and it really brings you down.

Kassandra picks you up from work one night, standing by her bike in the parking lot and smiling sweetly in your direction.

You’re surrounded by the coworkers who’ve been harassing you, so naturally you start to worry about what’s going to happen.

She skips over to you, greets you, tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear before kissing you in front of the bigots.

When she pulls away, you don’t even know what to say, but she says plenty for you.

Turning to your coworkers, she adopts a sickly-sweet voice and croons, “If any of you have a problem, you’re welcome to address your concerns to me.”

Silence.

Even you’ll admit how intimidating she looks with her biceps on show, her smile angelic yet her fingers cracking one another.

“Nothing? Then I suggest you apologise to Y/N for the grief you’ve been giving her.”

Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad:

You’ve never had such a busy day. Muscles you didn’t even know existed are aching, and you get the feeling no amount of heat rub will help.

Seeing you walk painfully into the living room where he’s sat, he rises from the sofa and takes your hands into his, studying you.

“Come, Dove.”

He joins you in the shower, his palms splaying over your wet skin in ways you could never dream of, pleasantly surprising you with his massage skills.

You very much doubt you’ll be asking him to stop any time soon.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze:

You’ve been rushed off your feet all day, stumbling through your front door with a certain limp.

Ezio spies you, offering to help but you insist you’re fine, making your way to the sofa where you collapse in the seat, kicking your shoes off and wiggling your feet by the fire.

Sinking to his knees in front of you, his thumbs skim over a pressure point, relaxing your muscles until they feel like jelly, treating you to his famous Auditore foot massage.

Closing your eyes and basking in the warmth of the fire and the wonderful, practiced ripples his fingers create, you smile, feeling more at peace than you can ever remember.

Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor:

Your day has been non-stop, you’ve barely had a moment to yourself.

Connor comes home early and sees on the calendar that you’ve designated tomorrow, your only day off, as cleaning day.

He’s having none of that, you deserve a day to relax. So he cleans the entire house while you’re out, and has dinner prepared, still hot and steaming on the candlelit table when you arrive home.

Shay Cormac:

You’ve received some bad news lately, and have been far too busy running around to make sure everyone else is okay.

You come home to him holding a bunch of flowers, smiling warmly at you.

He’s cooked seafood, his speciality, which fills the house with a deliciously salty smell.

Not to mention the hot bath that’s waiting for you, which is the perfect temperature by the time you’ve finished eating.

Feeling completely drained, you fall asleep in the bath.

Shay comes to see what’s taking you so long, and sees you fast asleep.

Shaking his head with a smile, he pokes your shoulder and coos for you to wake up, calling you a sleepyhead when your eyes flicker open, squinting in his direction.

After helping you to dry off, he carries you to bed and sings you to sleep while you drift in and out of slumber.

You manage to utter one word before exhaustion takes you.

“…love…”

Shay smiles, knowing exactly what you had intended to say, whispering it back in Gaelic before closing his eyes, your gentle breathing the best lullaby he could ask for.

Arno Dorian:

He takes one look at your face as he meets you in the hallway.

“Wine?”

“Wine.”

Complete with you ranting on the sofa.

Arno listens keenly to your troubles, cuddling you as tightly and comfortably as possible.

Jacob Frye:

You get caught in the rain on your way home, getting drenched from head to toe when carriages decide to speed through the streets, splashing you with the puddles.

Hearing your sniffles, Jacob draws you a hot bath and helps you out of your wet clothes, preparing the fluffiest towels for you to drape yourself with afterwards.

While you’re soaking in the bath, he raps on the door from the other side before entering, a mug in his hand.

“Cup of tea, love?”

Desmond Miles:

After working several late shifts, you’re relieved to finally get off early, fully intending to return home and just sleep.

Desmond has drawn the curtains and turned all the lights off. Netflix is booted up and the coffee table is filled from corner to corner with snacks.

He lets you choose the movie. After all, his attention will be on you, his hands roaming your body and giving your ass gentle gropes, his nose buried in your sweet-smelling hair as he plants lazy kisses on your crown.

You’re not one to complain about the distraction. That’s the beauty of Netflix, you can always pick it up later.

Feeling re-energised from the popcorn and sweets, you tilt your head back and brush noses with him, smiling impishly.

Sofa sex it is.

Shaun Hastings:

It’s been one of those days, one stressful thing happening after another. After another, after another.

You text him when you’re on your way home, and he can clearly tell by your tone that you’re not okay.

You arrive back to a quiet house. Soft music is playing from the bedroom / living room, and you creak the door open to find Shaun sitting in a pillow fort, welcoming you with open arms.

After giving you a brief tour of the fort, pointing out the fluffy cushions, blankets and stuffed toys, he offers to leave you alone should you want to be by yourself.

You shake your head, snuggling up close as he wraps his arms securely around your waist, informing you that the food shouldn’t be too long.

Food?

He’s only gone and ordered your favourite.

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Just some gifts to some good people 🎁

Official promotional art for Shazam!

Messi defending Neymar:

In the video, we see how #7 unrightfully pushes Neymar to the ground. Leo looks shocked but tries to continue the play anyway (and he ends up overshooting the ball over the goal but at that point I think he was just trying to get it out). Seconds later, we see #20 having to pull Leo away from someone.

better close up of the shove and Leo’s reaction (and mind you that Leo rarely gets angry and/or into altercations — as seen below — on the pitch)

Then we see how Leo angrily goes up to #7 (the one who shoved Neymar) and shoves him, and that’s when #20 pulls him back. The ref gives Leo A YELLOW CARD (when does Leo go so far to defend someone to get a yellow for them??) and then the play resumes.

Little cool-down study before bed ♥