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New from @south_garage_motorcycles: A beautiful BMW R75/5 with amazing woodwork. As one of our commenters just noted, it’s straight out of a Jules Verne book.
That makes it one of our Custom Bikes of the Week. Hit the link in our bio for the rest — complete with hi-res images.
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Requested Imagine: Can we see more of the young badass assassin reader and her adventures with the justice league. Anonymous
Part 1 Part 3
A/N I don’t know what this is.

“He won’t listen to me. Maybe he’ll listen to you,” Bruce says. To be honest you’re still angry about the whole toddler thing, but you know how important this. And he intrigues you so you do it. 

“But you’ll owe me one,” you say with a smirk and Bruce grunts something in return. He’s never been a man of many words. 

“Can I come?” Barry asks and both you and Bruce says no at the same time. If you weren’t mad at them both, you probably would’ve laughed. 

“I’ll head out now,” you say and go to grab your bag from your room. By now you always have your bag ready in case you need to leave quickly. You head out to the garage where your beloved motorcycle is. Even though it’s freezing outside you’ll use that since to you there’s simply no other way to travel. 

“I’ll be back in a couple of days,” you tell Bruce before driving away. About 6 hours later you’re in the small village where he supposedly sticks around from time to time. You’ve heard the story from Bruce, so you spot him immediately. There’s something about those eyes of his that just does something to you. He looks away and you know you won’t get anywhere if you just go talk to him. Instead you dive in headfirst and you can feel his eyes follow you - he is aquaman after all. 

“What I don’t do for the league,” you mumble under your breath as you swim around for a little while. 

“Join me,” you say and you know he hears you. A few seconds later you hear the splash and suddenly he throws you up on the deck and pins you down. 

“Why are you here?” he growls and no one seems to want to stop him. 

“Bruce,” you manage to get out as you struggle to catch a breath. 

“I told him no,” he says and his face is really close to yours. He seemed so angry. 

“But you didn’t tell me no. I won’t let you.” He’s finally giving you a chance to breathe. Rolling off you he walks away and you quickly get up to follow. You put your hand on his shoulder and turn him around. He takes a swing at you, but you block it easily. 

“Don’t be rude,” you say with a smirk. Water may be his playing field, but fighting is yours. 

“If I agree to help, will you leave me alone?” 

“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of you helping?” you grin knowing you’ve won. And when you get home to rub it in Bruce’s face then all of this will be worth it. He growls at you and you decide he shall be named Grumpy.

“You know what I mean.”