I’m sure you guys are completely aware of my group leaving Tumblr, but it’s time that I said I would also have to. I know it’s short notice, but I’ve been procrastinating saying bye to everyone.

This is something we all have to do because our lives are taking us great places.

I’ll miss all of you.

If there’s anything you want to know or have ever wanted to know, ask away right now. I have a little bit of time left.

thebrucewayne:

johnblakegcpd:

I feel a bruise starting to form on the knuckle of my ring finger and that’s not a good sign. Maybe I should slow down but I—

My train of thought is interrupted when I hear a voice- a voice I’ve grown to know pretty well. It’s like when I get interrupted, my body forgets what it’s doing and remembers to be tired. The person that I’m trying to look strong enough for… right. I slump forward and hug the punching bag so I don’t fall completely even though my arms feel like spaghetti.

I take a few breaths before I can even look at the guy, or answer for that matter.

“Would bleaching my brain work? What do you know that I don’t?” I press my forehead into the hard material. “… Besides everything.”

I move closer to him, he’s exhausted and punishing himself. Been there, done that. 

“Somehow I think that might hurt a little” I smirk. “More so than what you’re doing to yourself here.”

I take a hold of the bag and pull it away from him.

“Have a drink and take a moment, the bag needs a rest.” I slip my hands in my pockets.

“I did this for a long time and was still learning things at the end. It’s never easy but you can learn to make it bearable. What you don’t have is rage, but what you’re doing right now is creating rage. You are losing sight of things. Things that can play head games with you.”

“I can’t… feel most of my fingers.”

I’m still out of breath. I didn’t realize how bad. When he takes away the punching bag, I go down on one knee. My bottle of water is within grabbing range and I reach for it. I feel relief because it’s still cold and that sounds perfect right now.

“What am I supposed to see, Bruce? A city I can’t save?” I finish the water and throw the empty bottle back on the ground.

thebrucewayne:

johnblakegcpd:

I don’t know when I started to believe I couldn’t do this. Maybe Bruce sees something in me that I can’t see, but when I first started here, I felt like I was being drowned by the possibility that I’m doing everything wrong. A murder happens. Just violence in the streets. It’s simple, right? There’s no thought to it and for some reason I can’t do anything about it. I wasn’t fast enough. I got there in time to see someone die.

I’m hitting a punching bag, probably not doing anything good to my hands, and it’s the only way of venting I currently have. I take an occasional water break but this latest streak of punches has been going for the past twenty minutes and there’s no stopping yet. I think what could stop me at this point would be passing out completely. I’m breathing loud and the breaths are uneven.

I definitely hit harder than I did before. Maybe that’s good, right?

I had been watching him for about 15 minutes. He was stressed, frustrated. He looked like he was losing faith. Faith in himself and what I knew he could do.

I had read about the murder. There was no way I could ever completely walk away. I always checked up on the news and I had access to things. I  wasn’t giving that up completely, walking away without checking on everything I had created. He was right for this but I knew what he would be going through. Hell in the head.

I step forward out of the shadows.

“That punching bag isn’t going to take away the thoughts you have. Only you can do that.”

I feel a bruise starting to form on the knuckle of my ring finger and that’s not a good sign. Maybe I should slow down but I—

My train of thought is interrupted when I hear a voice- a voice I’ve grown to know pretty well. It’s like when I get interrupted, my body forgets what it’s doing and remembers to be tired. The person that I’m trying to look strong enough for… right. I slump forward and hug the punching bag so I don’t fall completely even though my arms feel like spaghetti.

I take a few breaths before I can even look at the guy, or answer for that matter.

“Would bleaching my brain work? What do you know that I don’t?” I press my forehead into the hard material. “… Besides everything.”

I don’t know when I started to believe I couldn’t do this. Maybe Bruce sees something in me that I can’t see, but when I first started here, I felt like I was being drowned by the possibility that I’m doing everything wrong. A murder happens. Just violence in the streets. It’s simple, right? There’s no thought to it and for some reason I can’t do anything about it. I wasn’t fast enough. I got there in time to see someone die.

I’m hitting a punching bag, probably not doing anything good to my hands, and it’s the only way of venting I currently have. I take an occasional water break but this latest streak of punches has been going for the past twenty minutes and there’s no stopping yet. I think what could stop me at this point would be passing out completely. I’m breathing loud and the breaths are uneven.

I definitely hit harder than I did before. Maybe that’s good, right?

natalierobinsongcpd:

johnblakegcpd:

 

I feel my eyes start to narrow a little bit. I’m trying to stay serious but I feel a smile trying to happen. “Oh really? What’s his badge number?” Her hair is falling into her face and I brush it out of the way for her. “I think you should tell him to watch his back. I think someone else has eyes on you…” I decide to lean in and see what she does. My lips meet hers in a short kiss before I sit up straight again. “Or something.”

I bite my lip and smirk. We were always like this. It just came naturally. 

“I didn’t get his badge number, but I got his address. He said he needed help with making his place more homely. Needed a woman’s touch I guess.”

I reach up and grab his chin and turn his face more to mine.

“That I can do”

I pull him to me and kiss him, as I pull back I drag his lip between my teeth.

“He sounds like a total dog, using lines like that. You realize that’s just his excuse for you to come over?” The last word is lost and forgotten when she kisses me. I don’t want her to stop, but I don’t want to catch her off guard. She’s been the first girl to come my way in a while and I’m trying to remember how to act. “I bet he just wants to see you…” I cup her cheek with my hand and my voice gets quieter. “Maybe kiss you.” So I do. “Maybe a lot.”

I smile against his lips. “How dare he” I return the kiss. “I mean, that’s entrapment” I don’t want this to stop, not this time. “I might not be able to resist him.” I slide my hands up to grab his face and deepen the kiss, my tongue moving forward to his. “At all” 

“From the sounds of it, he probably doesn’t want you to resist him.” I need her closer to me. At least a little bit closer. We’re mostly innocent. I give her a gentle pull, moving her onto my lap. She slips her tongue into my mouth and mine slides against hers. She tastes good.

I settle on his lap. I slide my fingers up into his hair and slip one hand down the back of his neck and dig my fingers in to the skin between his shoulders. “Sounds like it” I love the taste of him. Pulling away a little I start to move down to his jaw line and kiss on up to just below his ear, he smells amazing, I suck back on his skin then bring my lips back to his mouth. As I kiss him I slide my hand down in under the back of his shirt and I press against him.

natalierobinsongcpd:

johnblakegcpd:

 seems…

“Work was good. Saw this cop today. Kinda cute. Looks great in a uniform. Thinking about asking him out.”

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I suspect he looks great in black”

I move in close to him.

“Really great” I whisper with a smile

I feel my eyes start to narrow a little bit. I’m trying to stay serious but I feel a smile trying to happen. “Oh really? What’s his badge number?” Her hair is falling into her face and I brush it out of the way for her. “I think you should tell him to watch his back. I think someone else has eyes on you…” I decide to lean in and see what she does. My lips meet hers in a short kiss before I sit up straight again. “Or something.”

I bite my lip and smirk. We were always like this. It just came naturally. 

“I didn’t get his badge number, but I got his address. He said he needed help with making his place more homely. Needed a woman’s touch I guess.”

I reach up and grab his chin and turn his face more to mine.

“That I can do”

I pull him to me and kiss him, as I pull back I drag his lip between my teeth.

“He sounds like a total dog, using lines like that. You realize that’s just his excuse for you to come over?” The last word is lost and forgotten when she kisses me. I don’t want her to stop, but I don’t want to catch her off guard. She’s been the first girl to come my way in a while and I’m trying to remember how to act. “I bet he just wants to see you…” I cup her cheek with my hand and my voice gets quieter. “Maybe kiss you.” So I do. “Maybe a lot.”

I smile against his lips. “How dare he” I return the kiss. “I mean, that’s entrapment” I don’t want this to stop, not this time. “I might not be able to resist him.” I slide my hands up to grab his face and deepen the kiss, my tongue moving forward to his. “At all” 

natalierobinsongcpd:

johnblakegcpd:

natalierobinsongcpd:

John Blake GCPD: natalierobinsongcpd: John Blake GCPD: It’s an unusual situation we…

natalierobinsongcpd:

John Blake GCPD: It’s an unusual situation we have going, but I don’t mind it. How many…

johnblakegcpd:

It’s an unusual situation we have going, but I don’t mind it. How many weeks has it been? I don’t remember. We’ve just had this mutual attraction and she seems…

“Work was good. Saw this cop today. Kinda cute. Looks great in a uniform. Thinking about asking him out.”

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I suspect he looks great in black”

I move in close to him.

“Really great” I whisper with a smile

I feel my eyes start to narrow a little bit. I’m trying to stay serious but I feel a smile trying to happen. “Oh really? What’s his badge number?” Her hair is falling into her face and I brush it out of the way for her. “I think you should tell him to watch his back. I think someone else has eyes on you…” I decide to lean in and see what she does. My lips meet hers in a short kiss before I sit up straight again. “Or something.”

I bite my lip and smirk. We were always like this. It just came naturally. 

“I didn’t get his badge number, but I got his address. He said he needed help with making his place more homely. Needed a woman’s touch I guess.”

I reach up and grab his chin and turn his face more to mine.

“That I can do”

I pull him to me and kiss him, as I pull back I drag his lip between my teeth.

natalierobinsongcpd:

John Blake GCPD: natalierobinsongcpd: John Blake GCPD: It’s an unusual situation we…

natalierobinsongcpd:

John Blake GCPD: It’s an unusual situation we have going, but I don’t mind it. How many…

johnblakegcpd:

It’s an unusual situation we have going, but I don’t mind it. How many weeks has it been? I don’t remember. We’ve just had this mutual attraction and she seems…

“Work was good. Saw this cop today. Kinda cute. Looks great in a uniform. Thinking about asking him out.”

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I suspect he looks great in black”

I move in close to him.

“Really great” I whisper with a smile

natalierobinsongcpd:

John Blake GCPD: It’s an unusual situation we have going, but I don’t mind it. How many…

johnblakegcpd:

It’s an unusual situation we have going, but I don’t mind it. How many weeks has it been? I don’t remember. We’ve just had this mutual attraction and she seems to understand my silence. She’s even filled it up with a loudness- a good loudness of her own. There’s no labels. There’s understanding is…

I walk up to his apartment with a smile on my face. I had been looking forward to coming over. I liked being with John. We didn’t have any dramas. With him life was good. He’s a quiet guy but I get it. God knows I more than make up for it.

His door is unlocked so I walk on in. I know he won’t mind. I drop my bag and keys on his couch as I walk by, hearing the tv on in his bedroom.

I walk up to the door.

“Hey you” I smile. I head over and sit next to him on the bed. He smiles. I’m a sucker for that smile.

“Nice shirt. Black.” I grin. “You did that on purpose”