• Lyssie212 commented on the post, hollow 3 years, 1 month ago

    After everything, she was so tired and hollow.

    She was wearing herself thin in the stresses of what was now her life; struggling through college, dealing with her family, trying to just keep up with everything.

    Everything was too much, and she didn’t have anything left.

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, beckoning 6 years, 2 months ago

    The darkness was beckoning.

    At first you are able to ignore it, indulging yourself in work; burying yourself under layers of enthusiasm and fake smiles.

    Time goes on.

    Your cover wears thin.

    The light shatters.

    The darkness beckons, and you are consumed.

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, use 6 years, 11 months ago

    “Nobody cares, Grayson! I’m just…I’m just some tool that they use and once I’m done being useful I’m shoved back into the box and no one seems to care! And you! You did the same thing!”


    “No! Save your excuses! Don’t lie to me! I know that’s what you meant! You don’t care about me either! I can’t believe I made the mistake of…[Read more]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, guard 6 years, 11 months ago

    Jason pulled the boy behind him, guarding him from Bruce’s view.

    “Don’t you dare touch my brother,” he growled menacingly. Tim whimpered.

    “Jason, I’m not trying to hurt either of you. I just want to help.”

    “Yeah, well you’re no help to either of us. So leave.”


    “Haven’t you done enough already?”

    Bruce’s face became hard…[Read more]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, solution 6 years, 11 months ago

    Dick sat on the roof and gazed out over Gotham’s towering buildings.

    There had been so much going on lately, too many variables in the mission, too many mistakes. The weight of it all was piled heavily on his shoulders, the responsibilities giving him a pounding headache.

    It was so /loud/ in there.

    Solutions were limited, and decisions…[Read more]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, teeth 6 years, 11 months ago

    “And here comes the plane! Open wide for a landing! Vroooooom- Ow!”

    “Dick? What happened?”

    Dick clutched his wounded hand to his chest. “Riley bit me!”

    Barbara stared at him for a moment before she burst into laughter. “You’ve gone up against the Joker, Two-Face, and countless other villains and weapons, and yet your daughter’s teeth…[Read more]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, bury 6 years, 12 months ago

    The pain is infinite, choking him to the point of suffocation. He pulls himself along the floor, the door seeming to move farther and farther away. He cries out, white hot agony flaring down his body in a ruthless […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, help 7 years ago

    “Natasha, I know we’ve had our differences, and things have just been…weird lately. But I’ve known you long enough. Even with all this…double agent…business, I know. I know you. I know you’re different, I […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, before 7 years ago

    Even before they were Robin they were different.

    Dick was an acrobat, Jason had survived the streets and crime alley on his own at the age of 9, Tim was a genius.

    They had unusual and not-so-unusual […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, afraid 7 years ago

    It was the first time Jason had truly felt afraid.

    What if he wasn’t smart enough, snarky enough, nice enough, understanding enough.

    Good enough.

    Tim deserved better than this, but he chose him. Him of […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, claim 7 years ago

    “You can’t just go around claiming to be people’s little brothers, kid,” Richard Grayson stated, scowling at the ten year old in front of him. He turned on his heel in disgust, walking purposefully in the other […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, together 7 years ago

    They weren’t related by blood, yet they were family.

    They went through many hardships, and always had each others backs. When Jason was killed by the Joker, when Bruce died, when Barbara was shot. When the […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, alive 7 years ago

    The first time he flew as Robin was the first time he had felt so alive.

    The wind combing through his hair, the feeling of weightlessness as he soared hundreds of feet above the Gotham streets, the only thing […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, asthma 7 years, 1 month ago

    He gasps painfully, his breaths stuck in his lungs like peanut butter. His blood is pumping wildly in his ears, chest constricting tighter and tighter as he fights for breath.

    He collapses to the ground, arm […]

  • Their family was dysfunctional, there was no doubt about that.

    Each member an orphan, yet each and every one of them were closer than blood.

    The billionaire. The circus freak, The street rat. The genius. […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, headphones 7 years, 1 month ago

    If there was one thing that could calm him down, it was his music.

    He’d plug in the headphones and grab his sticks, and play along with the music. The pent up emotions were released, and an odd sense of calm […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, flex 7 years, 1 month ago

    He flexed his injured arm experimentally, wincing as white hot agony flared through the arm. He clutched it tightly to his chest as Max leaned over to take the hand in his.

    “Dude, come on. We need to wrap it […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, stillness 7 years, 1 month ago

    In the stillness he breathes, sweat matting his brow.

    He does not know how long it’s been, lying here, waiting for someone to come. He’s been beaten and broken, left alone in the dark.

    In the quiet, he […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, whether 7 years, 1 month ago

    He was 10 the first time he was broken.

    And he was 15 the next.

    Each time, he had to determine whether or not to make things better.

    Whether to succeed or fail.

    Whether to stand up or fall.

    Whether […]

  • Lyssie212 commented on the post, accordion 7 years, 9 months ago

    The movement of the accordion was simple: out, in. Out, in. Her life was not. Her life was complicated, filled with good times and bad times, equal and all the same. Out, in. Good, bad. Call it what you would; fate, coincidence, some otherworldly diety. Whoever it was up there controlled her, and she had […]