the entirety of LEMONADE
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She laughs too much and doesn’t cry enough, and that suffocated sigh between her laughs tells you how scarred her soul is.
- Jason in a crowd: great I've lost Dick
- Jason: *shouts* DISCOWING WAS A MONSTROSITY
- Dick from a distance: exCUSE YOU IT WAS HIP AT THE TIME
- Jason: there he is
thebatgirlofburnside asked:
circusmade answered:
Who was the one to propose: Dick- Who stressed more over wedding planning: Babs
- Who decorated the house: Both
- Who is more organized: Babs
- Who initiates bedroom fun: Babs
- Who suggested kids first: Dick
- Who’s more dominant: Babs
- Who’s the cuddler: Dick
- What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Just the rare occasion where they get to cuddle up and watch a movie instead of both being forced to run from one crisis to the next.
- Who kills the spiders: Both
- Who falls asleep first: Dick bc he passes out after going so long straight up working
- Who is louder?: Babs
- Who is more experimental?: Dick
- Do they fuck or make love?: Make love
- Who comes first?: Babs
- Who is better at oral and who prefers it?: Dick for both
- Who usually initiates things?: Dick
- Who is more sensitive?: Babs
- Who has the most patience?: Dick
Barbara tilted her head to the side just a bit as she went over how accurate this whole thing was. Dick always did fall asleep faster than her after a long day at work. Plus, Babs was always kept up at night by a book that she managed to bury herself into right before dinner was made. Not to mention, whenever Dick was in that playful mood of his - which was always - he always asked to cuddle with her. There were even times where he’d just grab her and refuse to let go, often giving her the “I’ll let you go only if you can get out of my grip” statement. It usually resulted in spending the night in his arms, not that it bothered Barbara anyway. Moving onto the bedroom facts, her bluish-green hues widened at realization. Dick was the one who was always asking to try something new out of the blue. Not to mention, he was better at - and the one who prefers - oral. Why? That answer lay beyond the fiery-haired woman. A blush crept upon the redhead’s cheeks as she read that she, in fact, was the loudest. Biting down on her lower lip softly, Barbara blinked a few times before chuckling lightly to herself. “Well, if this couldn’t be any more accurate than it already is, I don’t know what will be.”
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
thebatgirlofburnside asked:
thebatunderthehood-deactivated2 answered:
“But Moooooooooom, it’s nowhere near my bedtime, and I didn’t break anything this time!”
“It’s already 11 pm, Em.” Sighing for a brief moment, Barbara regained her posture as she mixed her tea with a spoon. “Almost. You almost broke that picture frame with your father’s picture in it. That’s one of his favorite pictures. You know how mad he would be if it broke?” At the sight of Jason’s reaction in her head, a small smirk appeared on her lips before a chuckle came out.
Emily frowned a bit, crossing her arms and pouting. “I didn’t break it though…” She looked at the floor, then at her mother. “Can we watch The Little Mermaid before bed?”
“I just want you to be careful next time. I don’t want things to end up being broken like last time. Remember the incident with Alfred’s mug?” Taking a sip of her tea, Barbara nodded as she then pushed her glasses up. “Okay, okay. Only because it’s my favorite movie too.” A smile crept against Barbara’s lips after that sentence.
