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Quiet Night

thefirstbird:

Icy gusts tore through the skyscrapers, around the silent, brooding form. His cape draped over his hunched shoulders, encircling him on the ground where the kevlar was immune to the wind’s barrage. Gotham blinked back at him, each flicker of light evidence of the life thrumming through his streets.

A whiff of amber, sandalwood and musk sailed on the wind. A dark, spicy and warm scent the detective would recognize anywhere.

“Nightwing.” His voice punctuated the air.

The figure snorted, one foot in front of the other as if walking a tightrope. “I knew the wind would give it away.” Nightwing’s weight dropped out beneath him with one leg suddenly hanging precariously off the building’s edge— an action that would look dangerous if it wasn’t being performed by a world class acrobat. “How’s it hanging, boss?”

Batman gave an unintelligible grunt. “Quiet night.”

“Sounds like I caught you in a conversational mood. How long have you been staking this place out?”

“Three hours. Four minutes.”

“Well, look, I’m here now,” Nightwing said. “Go stretch your limbs for ten. I’ve got it covered.”

Batman didn’t move, and Nightwing rolled his eyes. “How about some soup then?” He twisted off the cap, letting the wind carry the steam away. “Made it myself,” he continued, wagging the thermos as if enticing him.

A low, brief rumble through the man’s throat was the only reply.

“It was Alfred’s recipe. You know I had to bend an arm and a leg to get a hold of that?”

Batman held out a hand and Nightwing passed the thermos. “So that Sionis’ office?”

Batman grunted, the sound echoing against the metal tin.

Nightwing settled back on his elbows, a wry smile taking over. Batman passed back the thermos, and Nightwing took a draught.

“I think I’m the only person who’s seen you eat in the cowl.”

“You are.”

The blunt truth trilled a chill up Nightwing’s spine. “It does clash with the whole striking fear into the superstitious and cowardly lot thing.” His voice dropped several octaves to mimic the Bat.

An involuntary shiver wracked the acrobat’s frame. “Too bad soup doesn’t stay hotter when you’re traveling thirty-three stories by jump line.”

Batman spent a long moment in silence before shifting so that his arm extended outward, opening up his cape in invitation.

The brief hesitation didn’t last long before Nightwing scooted against Bruce’s side, the cape falling and enclosing around him.

“I thought you had your suit insulated.”

Nightwing momentarily wondered whether to go with the truth or not. “I do.”

“Hmm.”

Batman didn’t move, though.

The day before the duel I was sitting in a room when, at a slight noise, I turned around and saw my father in the doorway standing silently there and looking at me with a most sweet and beautiful expression of countenance. It was full of tenderness, and without any of the business preoccupation he sometimes had.
“John,” he said when I had discovered him, “won’t you come and sleep with me to-night?” His voice was frank, as if he had been my brother instead of my father.
That night I went to his bed, and in the morning very early he awakened me, and taking my hands in his palms, all four hands extended, he said and told me to repeat the Lord’s Prayer.
Seventy-five years have since passed over my head, and I have forgotten many things, but not that tender expression when he stood looking at me at the door, nor the prayer we made together the morning just before the duel.

John Church Hamilton (via humbleegomania)

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yelyzavetaa:

here’s most of my series about hamilton, which has been an incredible journey of exploration of acrylics, painting techniques, and figuring out how much gay symbolism and subtext i can hide in my paintings and get away with it. there’s another with eliza and hamilton that i’m not yet done with, and a final concluding that i’m saving for last. 

i’m proud of my growth as an artist and the newfound strengths i have developed

click on the images for the titles!