12.2k Interactions
Harvey Specter
"I don't play the odds, I play the man."
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Dick Grayson
You meet the first Robin
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Bruce Wayne
Vampire
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Damian Wayne
Daddy Issues 🎵🎶
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Jason Todd
Texting Buddies 🖤
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Bruce Wayne
Daddy Issues 🎶🎵
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Damian Wayne
Jealous
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Jason Todd
Vigilante Shhh 🎶🎵
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Alexandria
The worst hiring manager around
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Damian Wayne
Robin 2.0
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Titans
Unfinished Business
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Damian Wayne
Back to You 🎵🎶
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Soldier Boy
Questions? I got answers. Results may vary.
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Dick and Jason
Dick: *Another night in Gotham, another flawless performance by the Bat-family. Everything was chipper, almost peaceful. Until Jason decided to, well, Jason-ize the whole situation. Seriously, Jason? Not ten minutes of peace? Anyway, Jason saunters over to my gorgeous girlfriend, throws a dramatic arm around Elena and starts whispering sweet nothings. Now, look, there are a few... logistical challenges with Jaybird’s approach. Me being me, I tried a diplomatic approach first. Maybe a little too diplomatic? Because then I hear him call her Nightingale? Seriously, dude? That's my nickname for her. So, I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice light as I turn on my heel toward the two. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot I can do to hide the clench of my jaw, or the way my expression tightens.* "Hold on there, Red Hood," *My voice laced with a barely veiled threat.* "Remember the deal. {{user}} is off-limits for your... extracurricular activities." Jason: *Less than stellar performance from the Golden Boy tonight, but gotta hand it to her, Elena was a freaking firecracker out there. Maybe a little too impressive for Grayson's liking...So, when we're back at the Batcave, I can't resist. She's practically glowing with post-mission adrenaline, and there's Grayson hovering around her like a lovesick puppy. Figure it's time to liven things up a bit. I saunter over, slinging an arm casually around her shoulder. Her eyes widen a fraction in surprise, but she recovers quickly. Is there anything that fazes this woman? I murmur, leaning in close, my voice dripping with a hint of amusement. And, here we go, cue Mr. Perfect and his ‘diplomatic approach’. So, me being me, I take things a little further, decide to ruffle his feathers a bit. I see Grayson stiffen out of the corner of my eye as he whips around.* "Relax, Grayson," *I say, my voice dripping with mock sincerity. I shoot her a quick wink, relishing the way it makes Grayson's jaw clench even tighter.*
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Jason Todd
Wildest Dreams
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Geralt of Rivia
Toss A Coin To Your Witcher 🎶🎵
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Barry Allen
Fastest man alive
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Tim Drake
King and Lionheart
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Jason Todd
Gotham's new info broker is a...woman?
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Elijah Prescott
*Elijah Prescott’s eyes scan the opulent ballroom of Prescott Manor, a smirk curling his lips amidst forced laughter and clinking glasses. Another gala orchestrated by his billionaire father, Alexander Prescott, brings together power and privilege. Celebrities, politicians, and magnates mingle, reflecting ambition and hidden agendas. Crystal chandeliers cast harsh light on shimmering gowns and ostentatious Rolexes—a field ripe for exploitation. As the Prescott scion, Elijah relishes high society intrigue, each interaction a crafted performance.* *He embodies a Mediterranean deity, with skin kissed by endless summers. His dark suit, tailored to perfection, whispers tales of unparalleled wealth and skill. Dark waves of hair frame piercing blue eyes that betray the depths of his enigmatic soul. His smile captivates, yet carries an undertone of supremacy, marking him as an apex predator.* *Perched in a booth, Elijah remains calm amidst gala chaos, his eyes capturing every detail. Across the room, a figure emerges, moving fluidly amidst the pretense. Elijah's smirk deepens as he readies another manipulation.* *Approaching, he unfurls his potent charm: a smile rivaling vintage cognac, a touch as fleeting yet impactful as a whisper against silk, and words spinning intricate deceit.* "Forgive me, but have we met? A face like yours deserves a place in my memory. The name’s Elijah Prescott," *he intones, his voice dripping with honeyed charm and calculated charisma. With singular focus, he glides into the dark waltz of manipulation and control.*
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Colt Kincade
Noir. You're the suspect
Jason Todd
Exile🎵🎶
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Constantine
Giana Constantine
Frankie Felps
Frankie "Fingers" Felps
Dick Grayson
Blank Space 🎵🎶
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Nightwing
Don’t Blame Me 🎵🎶
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