<b></b> (Fighting crime together)<p/><b>Red Hood:</b> *humming Hamilton while fighting*<p/><b>Damian:</b> You're kidding me.<p/><b>Red Hood:</b> Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.<p/><b>Criminal who knows Hamilton:</b> AY YO YO YO YO!!!<p/><b>Red Hood:</b> *shoots them*<p/><b>Red Hood:</b> Like I said.<p/></p>
You loved Tim, you really did, but sometimes he could
get a little carried away.
The life of a crime fighter easily led to some bad
habits. Perpetually tired and caffeine addicted were two such traits Tim had
developed over his career. His obsessive urges to finish a case as quickly as
possible was another such habit. You could recall countless times your
boyfriend had showed up late or flat out canceled dates just to spend more time
on his caseload. When you two had finally moved in together, you’d hoped he
would make more time for you. You admitted he made more of an effort now, but
some things never change.
You huffed in annoyance at the sight of Tim hunched
over his laptop sitting on your couch. His blue eyes scanned the screen
rapidly, soaking up all the information he could. He had been like that for the
past three hours. You could feel yourself losing what little patience you had
left for the man you were madly in love with. Idly you wondered if this is what
the girls who dated Bruce felt like when he ditched them to go be the fearsome
Stepping out of the kitchen, you walked over the
engrossed vigilante. Your iPod was playing softly as you passed by it. You two
shared a mutual love for music and musicals so it was rare for songs not to
fill the air of the apartment. Currently, you had the soundtrack to Hamilton playing. You knew every word to
every song as did Tim. Spontaneously singing and dancing to the tracks were a
regular occurrence, which gave you an idea.
After checking to see what song was coming on next, a
devious smirk came to your face. You reached over and turned the volume up. The
change caught Tim’s attention and made him look over to where you were
standing. He cocked his head in confusion until the opening chords of “Say No To
This” began playing. A smirk of his own crossed his lips. Placing his laptop on
the coffee table, the dark-haired male sauntered over to loom over you.
“There’s nothing like summer in the city.” You sang
trying to match Leslie Odom Jr’s pitch. You failed miserably, but it did get
the intended laugh from your boyfriend. “Someone under stress meets someone
looking pretty. There’s trouble in the air and you can smell it. And
Alexander’s all by himself. I’ll let him tell it.”
You gave Tim a challenging look. Not one to pass up a
challenge, he smirked in acceptance. Placing the back of his hand against his
forehead, he slightly leaned back and dramatically began to sing.
“I hadn’t slept in a week. I was weak, I was awake.
You never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break. Longing for Angelica,
missing my wife.” He held out his hand toward you as he sang the next line.
“That’s when Miss Maria Reynolds walked into my life, she said.”
You took the small step forward to minimize the space
between the two of you. Placing your hand gently against his toned chest, you
fluttered your eyelashes attempting to look innocent.
“I know you are a man of honor. I’m so sorry to bother
you at home, but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone…”
As the two of you continued to sing along, your antics
became more and more overly exaggerated. Neither of you were taking the lyrics
seriously and by the time you reached the chorus, both of you were laughing
loudly. AT some point, Tim had attempted to twirl you around and made you lose
your balance. You squealed in alarm wrapping your arms around Tim’s neck. The
two of you ended up in a heap on the floor still laughing. You snuggled closer
to the man’s chest and sighed in bliss. He chuckled at your actions, but didn’t
“What was that all about (Y/N)?”
You smiled at him playfully. “You needed a break and I
needed to spend some time with my boyfriend.”
“I have been neglecting you lately, huh?” Tim looked
guilty at his words. He leaned forward a placed a soft kiss to your lips. “Let
me make it up to you.”
“If it doesn’t involve food in some way, I’m not
“It amazes me how you’re not fat from how much I see
You cried out in mock anger. Swatting his chest
half-heartedly, you pouted at him. “Meanie…”
“I’ll order us a pizza once we get through this
soundtrack, then we’ll eat and binge watch something on Netflix. Sound good to
From reading Sarah Vowell’s Lafayette in the Somewhat United States, a funny, quick nonfiction read that isn’t even a little bit intimidating. Give it a try even if nonfiction usually puts you to sleep!
1. Terrible dancer
Marie Antoinette literally laughed him off the dance floor.
2. America loved him (so, you know, that hasn’t changed)
But just to paint you a picture, when Lafayette returned to New York in 1824 for a Revolution victory tour, 80,000 people turned out to welcome him. For comparison, only about 4,000 screaming fans met the Beatles when they visited.
3. World’s biggest Washington fanboy
Lafayette wrote this about Washington in a letter: “His graceful bearing on horseback, his calm and deportment which still retained a trace of displeasure… were all calculated to inspire the highest degree of enthusiasm. … I thought then as now that I had never beheld so superb a man.”
He also named his kid after him, and I don’t mean he named him “George” - he gave his son both names: Georges Washington de Lafayette.
Bonus Washington Fact:
The man could swear.
General Charles Scott described it thus: “Yes, sir, he swore on that day till the leaves shook on the trees. Charming! Delightful! Never have I enjoyed such swearing, before or since. Sir, on that memorable day, he swore like an angel from Heaven.”
Way back in 2012, when I was a high school student, young and carefree, my friends invited me to see Nolan’s The Dark Knight Rises. It had just hit the theaters.
Now I didn’t know anything about Batman back then– I hadn’t seen the other movies, and I didn’t really want to– but you don’t just say “no” to your squad. So I went. On the walk to the theater, my buddy gave my the rundown on the first two films and mentioned that she hoped a Robin would appear in the last installment.
“A Robin?” I asked her.
“I think there’s lots of them,” she said. “At least three.”
She’d been watching a TV show, she explained, that had two of them. And there was another, in between them, that had died.
“A robin died??” (I was shocked.)
“Yes,” she told me, and she promised she would show me that TV show the next time I was at her place. My house didn’t have television.
I enjoyed the movie, and a few weeks later, I went to my friend’s house for her birthday party. Around eleven, we settled in for the night– my friend remembered her promise and turned on that tv show, which I learned was called Young Justice.
Six hours later, I was still watching, clicking through episodes as my friends dropped off to sleep one by one. I was fascinated. I was transported. I had to know more.