‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍ ᴹᴿˑ ‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍𝚆𝙰𝚈𝙽𝙴

/ okay, who wants to write?

oh, is that so? and you decided that on your own?

i’m sorry — what?

i can say that i will read that article, mr. kent.

that’s... never mind. thank you.

i have many things to take care of this week, clark kent. i see no reason to visit metropolis.

hello.

why would i do that?

umbrella in hand, warm clothes almost covering his whole face. yes, he’s alive — and watching the crowd.

he had only just arrived, fresh from the shower. a little sleep would do him well, yet dick is still awake, draped in a blanket over his shoulders. perhaps it is time for a bedtime story.

﹙🦇﹚what do you want from me?

﹙🦇﹚since when do you need permission to do as you want?

﹙🦇﹚no.

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none of this will happen. just trust me.

he won’t be the only person in costume on halloween. don’t be paranoid.