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INBOX CALL !! i am still puddling through my drafts but every single one of you should like this for me to go into your inbox and send memes.
if u have a preference on who (whether it be your muse or mine), reply under!! if not, i'm just gonna feel out vibes.
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ooc. every time i convince someone to read batman: the cult
i also have to read it again
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"I would love to get brunch." @ dick
games // always accepting !
There's weight to his words. The detective felt it in every slight twitch, movement of his hands, to his eyes that flickered back and forth. Even if not intentional, there's weight. Dick places a hand, careful, cautious, on the elder's shoulder. He doesn't have an answer, yet. Or he does: it's yes, obviously. He loves Bruce. But he doesn't quite have a response that's been filled out, reviewed, investigated, and determined-- he feels the weight of it, now. Heavy on his head, and even more on his lungs. They're relatively on good terms, right now. Bruce wanted Dick there, with him. Needed him, if he listens to the others yap on about his more recent absence in Gotham.
"Yeah, I think I can manage to squeeze that in my schedule." His voice is lighthearted, like: duh, do you need to even ask? He knows this role, well.
"We're dragging Damian along, too, right?"
#( FAMILY BRUNCH TIME !)#›› inbox . ❝ answered. ❞#›› DICK . ❝ grab me by my ankles I've been flying for too long. ❞
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"I've been here the whole time…?" @ the horned emperor
games // always accepting !
Valentine was still clutching at their own shirt, trying to relax their pattering heart at the jumpscare the Bat provided. Sharp glass needles for hands clinked! clanked! as they 'subtly' sidestepped to the left, attempting to cover their own chemistry mess behind them. Composure was quick, but for the detective who'd been there the whole time, it most likely wasn't quick enough. Black eyes stared the Bat, tilting their head in somewhat of a respectful nod.
"My apologies." Their voice, their demeanor, oozed charm.
"If I had known, I would have offered you a seat! What brings you here?"
#( dw theres definitely not anything extremely poisonous or dangerous on that table... for SURE )#›› inbox . ❝ answered. ❞#›› VALENTINE VUONG . ❝ my songs know what you did in the dark. ❞
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Stephanie's hands flitter, her eyes catching onto hands turning the doorknob into a locked position. She's not too worried, she's trained for the past few years on how to escape from almost anything: And more than that, she still had something to deliver.
"For someone so talented, he always likes to focus on the wrong sort of stuff. I'm not sure what he said about me, but, um,"
As Crane looms over her, she busies herself with her backpack, rummaging around until she found the little brown bag filled with tupperware sweets.
She offers it, to him.
"This is the only address I was given. Would you mind keeping this in your fridge and giving it to him? A pre-study snack."
The apartment is cluttered. They enter into the kitchen, although it looks disused. Beyond that is a living room crowded with bookshelves and books, as well as a reading chair that looks like it started its life in a secondhand store. The dining table - and its chair - is adrift in the organized mayhem, a plate with a half-eaten lunch (cold sandwich of some variety, an apple) its only companion.
“He may.” Crane locks the door behind them. “We haven’t been, no.”
He steps away from the door and to the dining table, not giving Stephanie any heed. It’s only when he leans against the chair - which does precious little to make him less unsettlingly tall - that he looks at her again.
“Doctor,” he says after a fashion. “They haven’t been able to find reason to revoke my PhD; they did for my tenure, as I’m sure you know. Crow speaks well of you, when he can be convinced to speak of you at all.”
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Spoiler rolled her eyes, voice deadpan.
"Wow. You really are as good as they say you are."
"You caught me. I'm that little girl that bombed on the show-- now, if you're done theorizing, you can either skedaddle off on your way: Or I'll have to steal the confrontation from you." She's standing up, adjusting the belt and hoodie on her costume.
She's pretty sure she has rope to climb down, somewhere.
“I don’t take orders from someone who hasn’t even finished her growth spurt yet,” Ed swings the keys around his finger before tucking them in a pants pocket. “As for Arthur, oh, come on. He was never any good at his day job! Is it any wonder he looked to someone a little more… inspired?”
He looks very, very punchable right about now.
“Now, you had some interesting wording in that little speech of yours. Sounds like you know your fair share about him. Personal vendetta? Don’t tell me you were that girl who bombed on that children’s version special episode. This is taking being a sore loser a little far.”
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" did you shut the door on your way out ? " (from Talia!)
"I hope you meant: Did you shut your door on the way in! Because I certainly did! What do you take me for? A lunatic? You never know who might try to hurt you these days." She tutted, sadly. Shoulders hanging low as if she genuinely cared about how things had changed. Or how she was the one who had taken a violent path to get into the same room as Talia.
Clearly, Joker had no interest in leaving. Not yet anyway. Even if she found herself in the pit of the lion; or however that saying goes!
"Look, I just wanted to have a little tea time with you! You know, from one mother to another? I'm sure we can find some common ground!"
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" why do i smell smoke ? " (from stephanie!)
Standing on a rooftop, the night sky behind Joker was painted in a brilliant orange hue. Perfectly framing her person as the center of destruction. Turning around with a half-pirouette, the Joker offers a brilliant grin in response to the question.
"Why indeed? Perhaps because you arrived too late!" Directing her cane past the ledge to draw her attention to the scene. "I blew up several cars in a parking lot, setting off a chain of explosions! But don't worry, no one was around when it happened."
Turning back around, Joker leaned slightly forward, peering down at the destruction and the people who were near the scene panicking on what happened. "But you know... I'm pretty sure I rigged up a few more cars to explode. But I don't see their wrecks anywhere."
"I wonder what'll happen if I activate their timers. Where could they be? How many innocents could die?"
"Shall we find out?" With a wicked grin, she turns her head past her shoulder, bringing up a remote controller. Her thumb dangerously close to the trigger.
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"I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to… the tiredness." /tim to steph
games // always accepting !
Stephanie's lips are downturned, and she takes a moment to just inspect; to touch his face, gently pinch his cheek before letting go entirely. Tim was an adult, they both were, she reminded herself. Worrying wasn't going to get them anywhere. Old habits die hard, with a history as heavy as the two of them. Stephanie sighs, gesturing to herself.
"I'm not doing so well, either. I'd take naps, but my school schedule is brutal."
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It wasn't so much that Ma and Pa didn't know about Cassandra's existence. No, Kon had shared a little. He trusted them a lot. The issue was: how do you even describe a woman like Cassandra Cain? How do you do it justice? There was depth hidden in murky waters, and the only way to explore was to plunge deep. Anytime he tried to talk about her beyond a simple explanation: we got close. I took her up into the clouds. We hung out on a cruise. Batman put us both on 'you're in trouble' chores-- his tongue got all tied up, and his cheeks flamed with an embarrassing amount of color. He never mentioned the kissing.
Ma would always pat his cheek, and Pa would shake his head with a chuckle. That felt even more humiliating. Just a little crush, a little romance. Time had done it's number on the kryptonian clone, and the weight of the world's responsibilities had certainly distracted them from their teen dates. It didn't help the fast beating heart, his stomach curling at the sight of her. And it definitely didn't help when she'd gotten hurt. Because of him. Humans were so much more fragile. He sometimes forgot that, with Cass. Her skills were often so impressive, they felt inhuman.
Dragging her back to the farm was like a cold splash of water on his face.
'Don't panic.' Her voice was so gentle.
Kon El was panicking. With a capital 'P'.
Wide eyes snapped to hers, and he forced himself to nod. Normally, girls like Cassandra, stripping to their bra would elicit much more general enthusiasm, but as his sharp gaze caught onto the scars, old and new, the rifle wound that had punctured skin and actively bleeding; he was too caught up in how... dangerous, this was. This was not the 'superficial' stuff he'd expected to patch her up with.
A small noise ripped from his throat, half stuck between a complaint and pure worry.
"Cass, I--"
He sighed, shoulders tightening even more. He turned on his heel, using his TTK to float upstairs and grab the first aid from the bathroom. Within seconds, he was cracking it open on the tile counter.
"Your bat-dad's going to skewer me if I mess this up." He points out.
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Cass w/ Kon
Kon put Cass down on the porch. While he unlocked the front door, Cass undressed. She peeled off her mask, hood, and undid the bindings of her body armor. The work of her hands was automatic and while her fingers found the small nooks, and latches, of her gear, her eyes scanned her surroundings.
The rolling fields of the farm were placid in the night. A mild, warm wind, skating off the plains, rustled the trees, corn, and wheat, echoing with cicada song. This far in the country, the stars splattered across the sky, revealing the shapes of the Milk Way and distant galaxies. It had been a long flight to get here. Cass' arms and legs ached, her limbs heavy as weighed down. She forced a few hot, shuttering breaths through her lungs and cased the horizon line for signs of a threat. Once she had ascertained that they were safe, she followed Kon inside the house.
Cass had never been in the Kent farm house without breaking-in first - usually startling Kon by climbing-in through his window. She doubted the elderly couple that cared for him even knew she existed. Which was fine, the less they knew about her, the better. Upon walking in the house, based on the silence of the frame and the halls, they weren't in. The interior was dark and shadow wrapped, but even in the dim light she could see the shapes of his grandmother's homely, charming furniture. The home smelled of flowers and wheat, and the feint hint of baked cinnamon. She walked through the living room and into the kitchen. Kon flipped the switch on the wall and flooded the room with light.
By then Cass was down to her under armor and working on getting the last of her belts off to. She dropped the pieces of her outer gear on the tile floor, revealing the rusted smears of brown and red blood stained across the black material. Cass crossed to the kitchen table (where a fresh baked tray of cinnamon rolls had been left out) and with her back to Kon, said:
"Don't panic."
Cass gripped the front zipper of her suit and pulled it down. She shrugged the fabric off her shoulders, down her arms, and let the upper half bunch around her waist, leaving her in her bra. She turned to face Kon, revealed the torn mass of flesh and skin punched into her left shoulder. The wound was the result of a rifle round that had pierced her armor and embedded itself into her shoulder while she had been protecting a civilian. It was an agony of twisted nerve and pain, mingled with the after shocks of fading adrenaline.
She saw Kon's reaction in his body, the winding tight of his muscles, and wide eyes. Knowing that he wouldn't be thinking straight, Cass sat down and added, "Get a first aid-kit."
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"Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!" /leo to thalia!
games // always accepting !
At first, the hunter didn't feel like acknowledging this plucky little comment from the child of Hephaestus. Leo, from the moment they'd met, had spent little to no time at all getting under her skin. She couldn't tell why, back then, but now.... Something clicked. An expression, quick but present, flashed across her face before it settled on a scowl. Yeah. She was addressing this.
There was little value in trying to make yourself something that you're not - just to be more palatable. It pissed her off. Clearly, Leo was much more capable than either he believed or led on. She wasn't sure which outcome was worse.
"Is it?" She asked, coolly,
"You think stupidity is charming?"
#( PLEASE I LOVE HIM )#›› inbox . ❝ answered. ❞#›› thalia grace . ❝ some say we're never meant to grow up. ❞
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"I got yelled at for snooping once already." @ steph
games // always accepting !
Ooh. That she understood all a little too well.
"Barbara got to you, huh?"
Stephanie rolls her eyes,
"I'm not here to yell at you, buddy. I'm actually here to help! Wanna learn how to burn through a bunch of files undetected?"
#›› inbox . ❝ answered. ❞#›› stephanie . ❝ all i got is these broken clocks. ❞#( they're going to learn how to do crimes together <3 /j )
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009,an empty cemetery at night. @ talia??
games // always accepting !
Her mother never got a proper burial. Hundreds of years have passed, and she still remembered the way the acid tore at her skin, gasping to fight to stay alive as her murderer had pushed her to her death. What little remained, was burned. The columbarium was small, and dedicated to a very small few. Elite. Ra's had acted infuriatingly calm over the whole ordeal, but little to no expense was spared for his daughter's grief.
Talia stared at the marble engraving on the wall: Melisande. Bowing, she settled on her knees to push forward letters collected over a year, and her favorite meal. She lit the ornate candles already left, and a few of her own. The woman's face was obscured. Her head hung low as her hands clasped together in a silent prayer to the universe.
Talia al Ghul. A mother herself, now. And yet, in the face of her family, she still felt like a child. Powerless as the moment she was unable to stop her mother's retched fate.
There's the sound of footsteps, quiet and small, behind her. Her head snaps up, brown waves flying as she calls out, too hopeful,
"Damian?"
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Stephanie watched, face unreadable. Her lips were turned down into a small frown. Then, as if passing some sort of test in her mind, she crossed back out, leaving the taser on the coffee table as she goes to check the window locks and seals.
"Like I said: Most people use the front door. Or give us a call for a heads-up. Cassandra is gone. Spirit world business. So... Just me, now. You would know that if you had been around."
The lights caused his head to whip around, eyes going to each entrance before finding Stephanie. Was that a fucking taser? Both his hands went up into a surrender position, the hood still over his hair while that chin tilted up to look at her and show his face in the light. She knew him even with the mask on, so it was no surprise when his entire first and last were said.
Stephanie was unhappy - he got a brick to the face the last time they had a stand-off like this, so he held still, hands slightly higher than those lean shoulders. She would tase him until he pissed himself, and that did not sound like a good fucking night.
"Yeah, I did." To both accounts. Hands lowered slowly then, resisting crossing over his chest and failing as they did so because it was the most comfortable stance. "I came to get a file from Cassandra. " As if that would explain anything that she asked. He was nervous and while it did not show like a normal person's would, he was too aware that Stephanie could read his body language and tried to change it to throw her off.
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I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness. @ thalia
games // always accepting !
There's a twinge of a smile there. She didn't want to give in so easily to it - her reputation having been tossed aside in the presence of a deprecating.... joke.... (hopefully). But it's all tossed out the window when Thalia makes the mistake of allowing her eyes to flicker back to him.
Her resolve crumbles, and she laughs, nudging his shoulder.
"Go take a nap in the cabin 15. I can wake you up in an hour."
#›› inbox . ❝ answered. ❞#›› thalia grace . ❝ some say we're never meant to grow up. ❞#(hehe NAP TIME.... SOMEONE GET THALIA IN THERE TOO )
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If you teach us something new, there is nothing wrong with that. She exhaled, releasing the tension in her body.
"You're right about that." She swallowed, and this time, it didn't feel like broken glass. "She did pick me. You both did." Thalia noticed the tracks, half buried under tossed dirt. The teenager knelt, quietly observing the pattern, the size, the direction of the footsteps, as she continued her train of thought.
"I worried, I'll admit, what I was signing up for eternity." Her eyes shot back up, rather emotional, as she admitted, "But this is the happiest I've ever been. Thank you."
Back to work. Back to the hunt.
She always felt better under the moon, and there was a comfort in it.
"There isn't a childish question." Artemis said. Her niece was after all a child, but she trusted in her. Artemis listened to her a soft smile on her features. "Because Zoe even with all of the fights you two had picked you." Artemis said.
She and Zoe had been together for a very long time. "And you have more then proving yourself that you are capable of being my lieutenant." Artemis said. "So there is no recruitment technique, and if you teach us something new there is nothing wrong with that."
#›› thread . ❝ interaction. ❞#›› thalia grace . ❝ some say we're never meant to grow up. ❞#( AWWWW )
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