“I’ve never loved Dick Grayson.” she growled through clenched teeth. “And he certainly never loved me. I don’t know how you can build up these delusions in your head. But it’s very impressive Roy. Very.”
”What does it matter? You’re anti-relationships, they bring nothing but bad, blah blah blah.”
“I have never in my life seen them do any good.”
“Then there’s nothing left to discuss.”
“I’ve never loved Dick Grayson.” she growled through clenched teeth. “And he certainly never loved me. I don’t know how you can build up these delusions in your head. But it’s very impressive Roy. Very.”
”What does it matter? You’re anti-relationships, they bring nothing but bad, blah blah blah.”
When did I say that?
You don’t have to say it Roy. It’s more than implied in your actions.
Well fine. Since you know me better than I know myself.
You seem to know me better than I know myself. After all you’re always telling me who I am in love with.
It’s always startling news to me. But I’m glad I have you here to tell me over and over again that I love Dick and not you. Because I was all confused before you informed me.
I don’t hold it against you.
”Alright then…” he gets down on his knees, clasping red gloved fingers together in a prayer stance. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”
*Looked amused at him in such a position. Slowly extending a slender and bare leg; Ivy gently ran the tip of her toes against the inside of his thigh.*
You’re making progress.
Slow. But still progress.
Keep it up and I may retract my sulking.
He could barely believe his luck when her toes made contact with his thigh, a lump rising in his throat that he had to swallow quickly. What had he been thinking, missing up on a chance like the one he had? Even for a man with a history of bad decision making that had been a doozy.
”I’ll be sure to keep it up, babe.”
Retracting her foot, Ivy stroked the end of her chin in thought. Her poisonous emerald eyes remained trained upon Roy as she proceeded to circle him. Each step she made was tentative and teasingly slow.
“I could just kill you now.” She mused, the ground beneath the archer sprouted a few blades of grass as she spoke.
Tilting her head to one side, Ivy now stood behind him. Her lean and long arms now draping over the younger males shoulders.
“But that’s not as fun.”
He couldn’t help but feel like he was circled by a shark. As undeniable and unwavering as her appeal was, there was a serious risk factor in toying with someone like Poison Ivy. Not least because the very act he wanted so desperately involved a transmitting of poison.
He jumped a little as blades of grass shot up near his feet, the unexpected act of nature catching him off guard. But still, he held his own. “Ivy, if you’re going to leave me hanging, I’d rather you just killed me,” he said, a grin on his face. Her arms around his shoulders had the double effect of making him nervous and also encouraging him, and he turned to face her. “If you think this is fun, you should see what I’ve got planned.”
When did I say that?
You don’t have to say it Roy. It’s more than implied in your actions.
Well fine. Since you know me better than I know myself.
playingforsport replied to your post: “You look just a little familiar. Harper. You wouldn’t happen to be that boy Oliver Queen used to tote around with him, would you?”
“It wouldn’t sway my judgement either way.”
“Then yep, we’re one and the same. But don’t think of me as some sidekick, alright? I’m all man.”
playingforsport asked: "You look just a little familiar. Harper. You wouldn't happen to be that boy Oliver Queen used to tote around with him, would you?"
“That depends,” he replied, eyebrow raised. “Would you think more or less of me if I said yes?”
Yes, yes you are.
No. I’m really not.
I’m back in Gotham for some reason. This might as well be it. Besides ask anyone. Relationships compromise who you are a as person, and beyond that I’m terrible at them. I don’t enjoy doing stuff I’m bad at.
Well then, I guess that’s that.
Of course that’s that. You don’t want me anyways. I’m not Selina Kyle. I’m not going to mope around after a man who doesn’t want me.
When did I say that?
Yes, yes you are.
No. I’m really not.
I’m back in Gotham for some reason. This might as well be it. Besides ask anyone. Relationships compromise who you are a as person, and beyond that I’m terrible at them. I don’t enjoy doing stuff I’m bad at.
Well then, I guess that’s that.
