Not a Request. Warnings: Angst? Mild anxiety. Comfort and reassurance. Some swearing.
You’re not sure what’s going on. You can’t tell what’s real and what’s not, because everything feels floaty and surreal- like you’re in a dream. A very strange dream, that makes you feel as though you’re under water. You can hardly pick up the sounds that are happening around you. They’re voices, you’re sure, but you can’t focus enough on them to find out what they’re saying. Not entirely, at least- only bits and pieces. Pieces such as: told you so, should have noticed, not your fault, and it’s going to be okay. You try your best to focus on the words in order to figure out what the conversation is about, but you’re so tired. You allow your mind to pull you into the abyss of unconsciousness instead.
You wake up to the sound of machines beeping, the tingly feeling of being numb, and… bats shrieking? That can’t be right. You open your eyes, planning on seeing what the hell was going on, only to find that everything was dark- you couldn’t see anything. Upon this newfound knowledge, you begin to panic, and the beeping fastens its pace.
Rushed footsteps make their way to you, and before you’re even able to process what’s happening, a blindfold that was apparently tied around your eyes is removed, and you’re met with the face of the man who saved you. He looks more concerned now than when he found you underneath the piece of stone, and that does very little to help you calm down.
“Beep,” is the only word you’re able to force out, shakily.
It takes a second, but realization dawns on him.
“It’s just the heart monitor!” He’s quick to assure, gesturing to your left where the machinery was. He takes your trembling hand in his, and forces his expression to soften. “You’re safe, Y/N.”
He repeats the words, each time full of gentle sincerity and reassurance, until you’re able to fully relax, and you lean your head back onto the medical bed you were lying on. He slowly removes his hand from yours, and glances over at the machinery you were hooked up to. The remaining concern he held was then completely let go at whatever was on the screens, and you felt yourself calm down even more.
The hero looks back at you with a gentle smile. “How are you feeling? You scared us pretty bad back there.” He continues when he sees the look of confusion on your face. “You blacked out a few times.”
“I am,” You begin, pausing to think. “I’m alive. Sorry to change the subject, but where am I?”
“Batcave. That’s kind of why you had to wear this,” The man raises the blindfold up to his masked eyes, before peeking just over the top of them as he continues. “Batman didn’t want you to see where we were headed if you became conscious on the way over.”
You blink a few times, before sitting up slowly. “Batcave?”
Red Hood only smirks, tosses the sight-obscuring piece of cloth onto a nearby table, and stands back up- which brings your attention to the few bandages on his right arm, and the large bruise that appeared to have swallowed the entire limb.
He offers his left hand, “Care for a tour?”
You stare at the hand for a few seconds before looking up to his face, and find yourself amazed at how you didn’t notice the medical cloth that was taped to his right ear. You accept his hand and he slowly helps you stand on your feet.
“You’re hurt,” you say, quietly.
“I’ve had worse,” is his simple response, in a tone entirely carefree, and he leads you out of the medical portion of the cave.
You’re sure your eyes had never been so wide before, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. A giant computer, an even bigger penny, and a freaking dinosaur? What kind of hideout was this? You startle out of your amazement by the sound of an angry voice.
“Red Hood,” Batman booms, his tone causing you to flinch. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Giving our guest the grand tour,” Your savior responds easily, not at all sounding perturbed.
“They should be resting.”
He hums as he looks at you, obviously considering if you were well enough to be up and about, before shaking his head, “Nah, I think they’re good, B.”
“Ja- Red Hood,” The Dark Knight pinches the bridge of his nose with an aggravated sigh. “We agreed-”
“We agreed that on patrol, I’d peacefully abide by your terms. Patrol’s over, Batman. Besides, I think you owe our friend here a little look around after keeping them blindfolded this whole time.”
The older man definitely looked ready to retort, but with a sharp exhale, he moves past the two of you, and towards the computer. “Fine. Don’t touch anything.”
“No promises,” Red Hood smirks, obviously enjoying his ‘victory’.
It takes a few minutes, but he actually does show you around the place. You didn’t see any entrances or exits, but you supposed that was probably intentional so you wouldn’t find out where this cave was located.
Biting your lip, you quietly speak, “Mister Red Hood?”
The man seems caught off guard by your voice, and he nearly trips over his own feet. He clears his throat multiple times with a small blush of embarrassment. “You- you don’t have to add a ‘Mister’, just Red Hood is fine.”
“Why am I here?”
“Well, you were hurt and-”
“Yes, exactly, so I don’t understand why I was taken here instead of a hospital.”
He seems to be contemplating what to say, before he shrugs. “I kind of demanded it?” Upon your look of shock he’s quick to add, “N-not for some weird, creepy reason or something, just because uh– we-we don’t have all the facts! We have very few facts and evidence on what happened, so I mean, I thought it’d be safer if you came here! Better to be safe than sorry, y’know?”
“Oh,” You say, a small smile and a raised brow adorning your features. “Thank you, that’s very considerate.”
He’s suddenly very awkward, and in an attempt to save himself, he leads you back to the medical bay, “You should probably get some more rest. Oh, and you’re probably hungry and thirsty, so I-I’ll go ahead and- uh, get some for you. Some food and water, I mean. While you– rest.”
“Okay,” You say, laying back down.
The man backs up as he repeats the word to you, and due to him not paying attention, he trips over his feet,
slips out the word ‘shit’
as he hits the floor, and before you can ask if he’s okay, he quickly books it out of the room.
You blink in confusion when you hear a thump, and then another. Concerned, you get up and sneakily peek out, and see Red Hood hitting his forehead against a wall repeating the word “stupid” and the phrases “fucking idiot” and “smooth, jackass” over and over again. Feeling sympathetic, you head back to medical bed and decide you’ll pretend none of this ever happened.
“And niggas act like we SPOSED to hold them down like, we exist solely to help and feed they stupid asses during a rough time.
Soon as they doing better, they literally discard us, like the narcissistic sociopaths they are, just going through life faking relationships and feelings, preying on good women and our need for companionship.”
Imho, I love Zen, Jumin, and 707. Jaehee and Yoosung just aren't really my types but I don't see why you would hate on somebody about an opinion on a FICTIONAL game. Idk man
AMEN MY FRIEND!!! It’s like I really love
Yoosung but it’s not like I’m going to tell you that your opinion is ‘stupid’ just because you don’t like him and I do. That’s your opinion and I completely respect it and I understand that we have different points of view! I also totally agree that this is a fictional game, obviously everyone isn’t going to like the same characters, that’s why there’s a diverse cast!! Some people are just crazy…
Thousands gather in Manchester and across the UK to pay tributes to those who lost their lives and the families affected after a terrorist attack after an Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Many of the victims were children, and the youngest confirmed dead was only 8 years old.
Ravenclaws are known for their extremely dry humor, and they are almost always the ones that crack the extremely sarcastic jokes and everyone around them stops and stares at them for a moment to try and figure out if they were serious or not.
Please, please be gentle and think about what you’re saying when you’re talking to children. I met a woman in her 60s-70s the other day who was nervous about her new haircut not having bangs because someone told her she had a large forehead way back when she was 12 and she still felt self-conscious about it not being covered up. Your words really can affect a kid’s life that far into their adult future.
So Harry basically sang the soft songs off his album😢
i can’t really emphasize how much this is…. i just i really can’t articulate it. he wasn’t in much of a mood to celebrate, as he said. it wasn’t a night for dancing around and screaming to lyrics and getting hyped up. he’s heartbroken, and he’s hurting for his home and for the victims and for their families. that was a very respectful tribute, picking the softer songs and doing an acoustic set, while allowing a moment of silence for the victims. he still went on stage and performed for those fans because he knew that a lot of them traveled to see him and they paid money. and they paid money for charity, too. like, every dollar went to a local charity. that’s just - i’m really emotional because of the generosity in his heart and how kind and considerate he is. it couldn’t have been easy to get on that stage, but he did it. for charity, no less. for the fans. as a tribute to those lives lost and the families broken. with a lot of emphasis on putting love back into the world, for pleading with people just to love one another