{ +superfinefeline }

            ❝ Wait, so you shoo her off when she sits
                   on your new coat, but you let her sleep
                   right on top of my favorite sweater? ❞

    He gestures pointedly to the cat that’s currently shedding all over
    said favorite sweater. Tim’s words imply annoyance, but his tone
    is filled with a certain lightness and hints of laughter–simply due to
    the ridiculousness of it all.

{ +felinxte​ }

            ❝ ——so we’re out of cat food.

                   We had a full bag right before
                    I left, and I think we both can
                    guess who ate it all. I told you
                    he had an over-eating problem. ❞

likestoslayarchive:

                                  send me a ▲  & i will put our
                                  character’s  names  into  this
                                  generator and  write a starter
                                  based  on  the  scenario  that
                                  comes up!

{ +blainewarbleson }

            ❝ Hey, so, you might want to be careful with
                   where you sing in this city. I know at least
                   one who would  k i l l  for your voice.

                                —-literally. ❞

leijxna:

>cxtlad<

      “——are you just going to
stand there and
                S T A R E ?
Or are you going
       to help a witch out?”

Because she can feel whatever
blood is left in her rushing right
to her head, and, honestly, she
hates being left upside-down.

            ❝ ——Hmm, I’m not sure yet. ❞

    The reply isn’t what the girl wants to hear, and he knows it. But
     Stray isn’t about to let loose another psycho to cause havoc.
     He may work in the “gray area” now, but that doesn’t mean he’s
     going to help criminals escape.

     He doesn’t recognize this… “witch." So he can’t properly identify
     her intentions.

            ❝ Who tied you up in the first place?
                    I’ll have to compliment them on
                    their handiwork. ❞

( So because my roommate put up her miniature Christmas tree today, I feel justified switching to my Christmas icon. December starts tomorrow anyways, so I’m close enough. )

{ +xatgirlbrown }

            ❝ Alright, it’s time to face the facts: any way
                   this ends up going, I escape with this gem.
                   So you could waste your energy attempting
                   to catch me, or you could let me go and I’ll
                   owe you a favour, ❞ he said with a wink.

{ +nxghtwxng }

            ❝ You know, because I like you, I’m going
                    to give you a fair warning:

                    handcuffs don’t really work on me. 
                    Unless I let them, of course, but I usually
                    save that for the second date.❞

    Stray’s tone didn’t lack an ounce of playfulness, but he was still being
    completely serious. If Dick tried to cuff him, it would just be a waste of
    time. (It was a miracle that he even managed to get the words out
    without needing to stifle a laugh–simply because of who he was talking
    to.)

acceleratxd:

Eyes narrowed, said confused redhead had deduced that yes. He had ran into a weirdo, now he just needed to figure out if it was the type of weirdo that might try to off him. Or something else, because from what he’s heard from Dick,  you can’t be too sure. With the cat theme going on, he could only guess this guy’s got something to do with Catwoman. It’s just a guess, but he’s pretty sure it wasn’t wrong.  Seems like meeting Dick would take a few more moments than he anticipated, if it’s jut chatting; Wally wasn’t looking for a fight. 

“Right— and we wouldn’t want that,” he answered a little sarcastically.

“Is that sarcasm I hear?” he gaped, seemingly astounded. Of course, his own tone was filled with the very thing he was feigning to be so offended by. Immediately after the inquiry, Stray’s features quirked into another grin. He could practically see the gears turning in the vigilante’s head–likely trying to figure out what his intentions were.

But Stray didn’t have any maniacal or malicious (heh, alliteration) purposes. He was simply amusing himself.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what brings you to Gotham, hm? It can’t be the scenery.”