❝ hmph. what do i think? i think this city is corrupt, overrun by rats and everywhere i go there's another drunk asshole in my way preaching about the 'doomsday clock'... reminds me of home. ❞

👀 + "Do you ever wish you could have lived a normal life?"

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 “👀 + 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍” 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘   ┇   accepting ♡

louise sighs miserably at that question after inhaling a mouthful of her cigarette and massages her temple firmly at the imagery of crystal's breathtaking beauty and what she wouldn't give to hug her again. it'll be one she'll sink her nails into forever unlike the last time they've met up in the airport. an outburst is to be expected if dr. matthews—her psychiatrist who was forced to sit across from the killer and restrained by thick ropes that would cause rope burn should he struggled again—caught any hint of irritation her body language, but it's nothing more than a false alarm as the tinged sadness makes her way into her body and sinks deeper into her seat.

❝ i think about what life could've been for us if— ❞ she swallows down a lump forming in her throat. ❝ i-if crystal never had that lab accident. it's stupid to hope, i know. but i can't help myself. it haunts me every year and you know how much she meant to me, just like you and my parents. but now you're all gone from my life. do you have any fucking idea what i went through after you retired? ❞

the taste of tobacco finally setting in erupts a scoff out from her, shifting around her seat just to ease off the nerves and wave her hand dismissively at the cloud of smoke hovering over her head. ❝ shit. i didn't think i'll start smoking again. you have that strange effect on me doc. it's like we're back in the good ol' days. ❞ she muses bitterly, mostly to herself, and fixates her eyes on the rope burns sealed around the doctors arms and ankles. ❝ you would be surprised what kind of things i've been into lately and the new friends i've made. my new life suits me just fine you know? i'm more free than i could ever have imagined. you must be real proud of my achievements. ❞

💬 + "Rumor has it you cry during sad romance flicks too."

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 💬 + 𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓.   ┇   accepting ♡

louise almost releases a painful groan at river's accusation snared in a taunt, trying to get under her skin again as per usual. but no. she wouldn't let river have this one anymore. she's too in tuned with her tai chi to bat an eye despite the fact river's frame blocks the sunlight and coats the grass into a darker shade of black. frost releases a deep exhale once her body resumes back into its fluid motion. joints almost slacking, breathing turning serne, coordinating her movements almost in a dancer's grace once the familiarity of her practice nests into her bones.

❝ if i were you i wouldn't trust a single thing axel says, but you never listen to my advice do ya? ❞ it's in his alias. the trickster is rather fond of his silly pranks. it wasn't april fools anymore but to everyone who knew him? they might as well get used to his tomfoolery like most of the rogues did save for a couple of few trying not to strangle the kid's neck whenever he opens this mouth.

louise lifts her leg over her head and rests a hand under her hamstring for a deep stretch, her dry tone never wavering. ❝ just last week he spread another rumour about how i cry so hard my tears become icicles. ❞ it's his odd way of communication—to say he was bored in gotham and in need for another frosty friend besides captain cold after she ignored his job proposal or he could be plain butthurt as all teenagers were. maybe hemlock here will cough a laugh at that if she knew. they would be each other's thing one and thing two.

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they were standing on the rooftop in one of her oldest penthouses. the snow wasn't her own making as one would expect it to be, but gotham's natural weather coating the city with its icy touch. it was a calming sight despite the killer loathing it for threatening to dampen her powers if she overstayed her welcome out here.

louise was able to sense jason's movement and drew him close into her arms, providing the warmth he so desperately needed. her hand gently pats his back as a silent indication it's time to come back inside.

❝ temperature's starting to get dangerously low out here. let's get you a proper meal this time. ❞ she sighs tiredly and tears her gaze away from the snow storm forming above their heads.

*: ･ﾟ✧   @question-marked   ✧･ﾟ:*

a powerful gust of arctic wind blows through the steel door and busts the hinges wide open with minimal effort. she can sense the riddler's body temperature from inside the private exhibition and enters it, expecting a well coordinated ambush from his goons. they would only be greeted with an icy reception on her behalf. but for now—frost has all the time in the world to assassinate him. there was no need to end his life so soon without striking a little terror first.

❝ riddler! i'm here to kill you. is now a bad time? ❞ she taunts as soon as she's spotted him far across the room.

*: ･ﾟ✧   @brucieboy297   ✧･ﾟ:*

a extraordinary masquerade gala event was held within gotham after the flood incident that occurred months ago. it was already swarming with reporters, snobby business socialites, musicians playing their instruments in the background and chefs keeping the rich entertained with limitless beverages and high quality meals specialised to everyone who attended, including her soon-to-be-victim deb donovan. another nosy journalist flirting with death to uncover the ugly truth about a certain crime lord's illegal activities during these past few weeks.

thanks to the resources of her client, it was almost too easy entering the party dressed as a waitress donning a venetian eye mask like the rest of the waitstaff under a fake identity. it was the perfect disguise to blend in after all and the perfect night to send a message at any journalist whoever comes too close to the gun barrel hidden behind sealed curtains.

it ended up being a frozen massacre party or to this killer it was more of a museum of ice sculptures to admire at while finishing her bubbly champagne glass, observing the shattered remains of deb behind for the GCPD to examine and clean up. the rest of the survivors where messengers to this horrific event. her boss would certainly be happy about that at least.

after ice blasting the skylight and rocket boosting herself up there safely she ended up on the rooftop followed by a trail of ice mist. before louise could even think of her next move she sensed another presence up with her in the darkness. now leaving frost staring at the pitch black shadows even the moon couldn't shine on whoever was watching them.

Wow that assassin-lady you hang-out with is sooo cool and sooooo stylish, she must be like so beautiful and stunning underneath that super-cool, awesome mask. Like the sun or something! You must feel SO lucky to have such a generous, thoughtful, totally skilled bestie who can do cute backflips and everything. And did I say stunning? Wow. 1000/10 would bff again.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒   ┇   accepting ♡

the ice queen gives the masked criminal a poker expression that perfectly conceals the fact she's deeply puzzled at who they're referring to. nevertheless, they sound like a adoring admirer and frost is relieved the person before them isn't one of her creepy 'fans' coming all this way to hunt her down for god-knows-what and judging by their vivid description, it awfully sounds like they were gushing about a overexaggeration depiction of hemlock.

frost narrows her eyes and reads their face and body language carefully. ❝ you talking about hemlock? ❞ her tone remains casual but there's a underlying hint of danger if they weren't cautious about their next choice of words. she knows river tends to be quite the loud mouth and it may be one of her weird friends she never plans on crossing paths with but still, frost has to ensure this person didn't have ulterior motives behind that happy-go-lucky exterior.

❝ we're buisness partners, not friends. i don't know who keeps spreading these rumours around but i can tell ya she's full of it. never shuts her damn mouth about anything and listens to nobody except herself. ❞ she clarifies for them and runs her fingers across the spines of the books before handing them a few volumes with a belly full of pages. ❝ hard to believe she knows acrobatics. i never seen her do a backflip. ❞

*: ･ﾟ✧   @emmatriarchy   ✧･ﾟ:*

❝ you're in my bunk, zappy. ❞ frost bluntly stated with a tinge of annoyance. she's heard all about livewire's string of crimes against superman in metropolis. oh, she was all the rage now wasn't she? still, it gave no right for her new cellmate to crash on her top bunk like she owns the place. she must be new or too cocky for her good. either way louise won't tolerate the disrespect. she has a reputation to maintain after all.

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❝ ballroom dancing...❞ she repeated back thoughtfully and nods gently at that enticing idea. ❝ hmm, sounds perfectly fine to me. you must know the basics, right? we can jump straight to it if you're that cocky, though, i oughta warn you to watch your step around me if you're a little rusty around the edges, edward. i don't wanna 'accidentally' turn you into an ice statue. ❞

louise's hand is then outstretched for him to take in a regal manner. her posture automatically sets itself into a poised, dancers stance. a challenging expression begins to override her usual deadpan visage. ❝ shall we? ❞

"I wouldn't call it a mess. More like a... Success in progress!"

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍: 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 (𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑) - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐   ┇   accepting ♡

everything about the assassination contract had to be executed flawlessly: eliminate a political rival of lex luthor's with the help of their inside woman 'hack', stage the murder as heart failure, download intel in the main office, use a secret tunnel built within the embassy walls and stay hidden on the rooftops once they've made it out in one piece before anyone could catch wind of what had occurred, and so far they've checked each box, but there were other complications in their closure phase the moment they set foot on the rooftop of someone's penthouse.

frost was the first to sense the body heat radiating from a costumed corpse that looked as if he'd been there for a day or two. she tried to warn hemlock about not touching the ominous, glowing wrist watch emitting from the body and knowing them for awhile—it was like talking to a brick wall. that's the last time frost regrets not freezing hemlock's feet because everything started to go haywire for the duo after she toyed around with the device until a portal was shot wide open underneath them. the watch announces they're in the process of entering a parallel earth. she'll have to remind herself to also snap river's hands clean off.

louise uses a large portion of her powers to summon an ice slide and create a softer landing on a top of a skyscraper that rocked dangerously from a disturbed canon event taking place in...hong kong? there's a pounding headache coming on just now at the ear-piercing sound hemlock's watch is making. there's various error messages popping on the screen and flashing vibrant colours from the corner of their peripheral vision. the building groans louder every minute wasted on arguing and trying to figure out how the device worked.

the attempted joke out of the assassin's mouth is what sets louise off the most, seething to the point her voice will be hoarse tomorrow—that's assuming if they make it out of this alive. ❝ IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT WE'RE IN THIS FUCKING MESS! HAND OVER THE DAMN WATCH! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING! ❞

❝ here @arkhambird. ❞ louise offers the slushie that's twice the size of her hand, a tempting little shake at jason. a little gift from the ice queen to a robin now set free from joker's bird cage. ❝ don't get a brain freeze. seriously. i don't wanna hear you complaining again. ❞

Slurping obnoxiously upon a Slurpee, River hands Louise one for herself. Blue raspberry, instead of the awful-looking sludge-colored monstrosity in her own cup that was born out of combining all of the flavors on hand.

And of course, both of them are in the largest sizes offered. Go big or go home, after all.

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓!   ┇   accepting ♡

the lavender horizon begins its descent above their heads as the sun finally sinks down behind the skyline and the car park is now empty after a few teenagers hanging around the street corners have parted ways on their bicycles, leaving their marked territory in favour of returning to their homes. the sight of it alone leaves louise nostalgic of the past and ponders about her old friends for awhile until the moment of peace is cut short by river's infuriating slurping piercing her eardrums and as much as she would like to demand her to stop, she knows it'll only encourage the other to do the exact opposite. it wasn't like river is the type of person to follow orders from anybody but themselves. there's a likely chance they will keep up their antics out of spite and smack a taunt scross frost's face.

the killer decides to bite back her fustration and refocuses on spinning the car keys around her index finger, watching the pigeons fly by in the distance until the ghastly sight of the blue raspberry slurpee is offered to them. it's enough to make the deepest pits of her stomach perform a gag reflex and frost pushes the item back against hemlock's hand in a urgent manner.

❝ keep it. i had enough cherry suckers for today. ❞ it comes out as a tired sigh more than a firm demand and motions her head towards the getaway car her ally is leaning on, the keys start to dance around her finger and jingle its tune once more against the detestable slurping filling the vacant area. a familiar tingle runs down her arms just as the clouds begin to assemble. ❝ we should get going soon. i can sense the rain coming in. ❞

☹  + 🔪  (For first impressions, haha!)

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ┇   accepting ♡

🔪  -  your muse thought mine was blunt.

she can't say she was surprised at river's observation or prove she was in the wrong. anyone unfortunate to fall victim in the killer's wrath would've started a hate club and amongst them all would be president firestorm.

❝ it's not the worse thing i've ever been called. you'll get used to it, like how i got used to your jabbing. ❞ louise holds up her hand before river could whip out a comeback. ❝ that doesn't mean i won't freeze your mouth shut again. you're too hardheaded to listen and i'm getting sick and tired of warning you every damn time. ❞

☹  -  your muse thought mine was rude.

louise looks down at the sad smiley face staring back at her pathetically on the note she received from river and holds it up for comparison, looking between the assassin and the note more closely before a glint of mischief sparks her eyes. ❝ you gotta admit, it kinda looks like you when you run outta those extra large slurpees don't ya think? ❞

What's your favourite scary movie?

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒  ┇   accepting ♡

louise looks up from her study area and stops pinning the sticky pink notes inside of her study book, her work desk containing various blueprints rolled into a cylinder and discarded thermodynamic files stacked neatly on top of each other. she seals her pleasant surprise at void's question and plays around with the pen in between her fingertips, fringing a thoughtful expression that's all too easy to mimic.

❝ uh, i don't know? um... ❞ there's a false sense of uncertainty tingling in her tone and patiently waits for the clock's hand to tick before answering him. ❝ halloween. you know the one with the guy in the white mask that stalks babysitters? ❞

There was no sign of her arrival, she just passed Frost and headed for the kitchen. Where she took a glass after a bit of searching, poured herself some water and then downed it in one go. "Thanks Frosting! I really needed that, I was very thirsty."

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒   ┇   no longer accepting ♡

❝ w-what the—? get the fuck outta my house! ❞ she recovers from her initial shock her penthouse had been broken into by a clown sticking out like a sore thumb amongst her warm coloured decor and shoots out a small blast of ice at the empty glass of water joker is holding. needless to say it's the only warning she'll give out as the killer shouts at them again and aims to freeze her shit eating grin permanently. ❝ how the hell did you get pass my security you god damn lunatic?! ❞

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his reaction reminded her of a boy being self-conscious by his mother's praises and it sparks a lighthearted chuckle from the killer. the lack of malice behind it must be astonishing to whoever got lucky enough to hear it at close range. ❝ now i don't wanna hear anymore whining coming from you. got it? ❞  she points over to the punching bag that's still hanging off its hook. ❝ lets wrap this up jason. your training is almost over. ❞