Mr007pennyworth:

mr007pennyworth​:

Sighing he sets her foot back on the step carefully, then reaches over to undo the other heel and test that one.

“Alrighty, let me pop your stuff in the car which I parked just down here and then I’ll get you home, get that strapped up and on ice” he smiles standing. “I won’t be a moment” he says picking up her shoes and handbag before taking them to the car, opening the passenger seat door he sets the stuff in the back of the car and then heads back to her. “Okay, throw an arm around me love, let me give you a lift” he chuckles hoisting her up into his arms still wrapped in his coat. His leg protests but calms once he’s evenly balanced again.

Home. Her chest warmed with how easily his words move to include her in his life. She had been spending more time at the Manor with Alfred yes, but she still very much still had a townhouse that she stayed in most nights. 

Alfred didn’t give her much chance to protest before he’s scooping her up off the steps. Letting out a squeak of surprise, she held on with her arms around his neck and shoulder. She could have walked, sort of. Hopped. Or made use of his cane maybe. Leslie’s initial reaction was to berate him for putting strain on his back and his leg, but she decided against it. The man knew his own limits.

Instead, she kissed his cheek, chuckling. “My hero.”

Nightwing (1996) #106

This poor man is surrounded by constant sass, someone help him

Gotham Gif Meme

↳ [7/7] Quotes: I know that we can’t chang the past, but there is a difference bwteen moving on and letting go.

Arkham City: The Order of the World #1 (2021)

written by Dan Watters art by Dani & Dave Stewart

Leslie: So what scares you?

Duke: I dunno, basic things, really. Clowns, the dark, snakes, the inevitability of death... the fact that climate change and global warming are completely preventable but everyone in a position to do something about it won't do anything for the sake of wealth and power without taking into consideration that they're dooming the future generations to live on a planet that is damaged beyond repair. Oh, and crows.

Leslie: ...Why crows?

Duke: Because a group of crows is called a murder. I don't know what that means and I don't wanna be the one to find out.

Pulling his coat tight around her shoulders, she takes a second to enjoy the warmth and spice of the man’s cologne. She winces lightly as she eases her ankle into his lap, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the impending lecture. It was a stereotype that doctors made the worst patients, but in Leslie’s case, there was some truth to it.

“I like the heels, Alfie. It’s not like I make a habit of it. Accidents happen.” 

"well this isn't how I pictured, I'd be sweeping you off your feet"

Leslie felt her her ears redden. Of all things in Gotham that could result in an injury, an uneven sidewalk wasn't high on her list of suspects. However here she was, sheepishly waiting on the steps of Gotham National Library. She had managed to manoeuvre herself onto them after rolling over her ankle in heels. Not her finest moment.

"Decided you were getting too much attention for your leg and I wanted to steal your thunder." She grinned sheepishly, thankful that he was happy to come to her rescue.