Fox On the Run | Batgirl and Red Hood | Flashback [Completed]

divine-my-own-future:

likeamantra:

He pulled away, turning back to face the city. “It doesn’t really matter, anyway. If you’re not bothered, then why should I be?”

A plume of smoke drifted east, contrasting starkly against the black waters. Sirens echoed against concrete and stone, sending a confusing array of noise at the pair of vigilantes. It didn’t make for a very romantic setting. Jay’s phone pulsed, an update from Henri. [Arsenal took a bullet in Trillium Park. He’s back at HQ. Starfire is en route to the Mob scuffle on Channel Island.] He looked back up, frowning.

“Batsie…I should get going. Duty calls." 

One last kiss, and he was over the edge, slipping his helmet on as he free-fell to the ground. A grapple stopped his momentum, and he was on his bike in minutes.

So much for normal.

With a hasty embrace he was gone and her fingers splayed into the air as if trying to grab onto a shadow. Barbara moved to the threshold of the roof, elbows planted on top of the railing, weight shifting from the balls of her feet back down to her heels — teetering right on the edge. A sigh pulled from taught lips, and with a hard swallow she forced the tension out of her shoulders. Barbara could feel her jaw start to clench, her stomach lurching.

"See you.” The words were thrust forward into the empty night as a chill of a lonesome gust of wind rolled over Gotham’s skyline. Apprehension drew over her like a bothersome, itchy blanket, and she jumped out, free falling two stories before throwing out a line and floating softly to the ground. She could still taste him on her lips, smell him on her clothes and smile drew over her mouth. 

            Duty calls.