9otham

[9otham]

i think it's pretty funny that both bruce and johnny storm were "womanizers" in their previous live action counterparts. and then in the batman and f4 first steps, they're very awkward and endearing. like you can really feel that shift of the male gaze to the female gaze and i love that for them

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need him in a way that's concerning to feminism i fear

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hi if you see me refollow you i'm so sorry,,,, tumblr glitched or something and now i apparently broke mutual with some of you 😭😭

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❛ very, very convenient that, all of a sudden, you’re on my side. ❜ ( Selina! )

despite the narrowed eyes of skepticism that follow her every move like she were some sort of puzzle he had yet to solve, a smile nevertheless graces across her face ⸻ one well practiced to soothe the worries of, typically, inebriated men that no trouble was to be had. but she knows better than to think this man before her is one of those fools, able to see through her facade quickly like it were a pane of glass. yet that did not mean she couldn't still have just a bit of fun with it.

❝ what's the matter, baby ⸻ don't you trust me? ❞ sarcasm soaked tongue rests behind the smile that only grows larger and more catlike the further she plays pretend. cue the flutter of her lashes for even more dramatic effect before the act is seemingly dropped.

❝ what can i say? ❞ her tone is different now, more relaxed, casual, like she were admitting defeat beneath his scrutinization. a shrug of her shoulders is given. ❝ i go where the charm is— and right now, it's clearly with you. ❞ claw like nails reach up to give his tie a light tug back into proper alignment around his neck before she turns on her sharp heel.

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the penguin has 24 emmy nominations lets fucking goooooo

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angela smith

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keys clack in succinct order, url typed quickly into the bar before the enter key brings worth a familiar webpage. nigma. a place he goes to where he can be himself, where he didn't have to hide in shame, where all his riddles, and puzzles, and games, and only friends were. after the annoyance of his case leader at work and the failed attempt at social interaction on the subway home, this was the only thing he had that could calm his mind. and in no time at all, the puzzle of the day had been completed in record time, with comments appearing under his post congratulating him.

he nearly clicks off to another tab when the chirp of a message catches his attention. glancing down to the bottom of the page, he pulls up his inbox and momentarily sits confused at the question. was this a joke? well, the message itself obviously was, but he meant if the act of sending him such a message was someone's attempt at a one. the obvious answer was nothing, because the sea and shore can't speak. but once the true answer becomes clear, so does the nature of the message. that soften's edward's mild irritation.

[ puzzlek1ng ] : nothing. [ puzzlek1ng ] : it waved.

he debates adding a waving emoji, but ultimately decides against it, fearing that his act of playfulness will be met with the same sort of disgust as the smile he had given to a woman on the subway who then moved to another seat.

closed starter + @9otham

after working doubles, she didn't have the energy to go out tonight. no matter how much her friends begged. she relaxes while listening to the rain outside and scrolling through her phone. when she notices that one of her favorite accounts had posted, she perks up. she notes that it had taken them only three minutes to complete today's puzzle whereas it had taken her thirty. she can't help but be impressed, but they were the puzzle king after all. just when she is about to toss her phone aside, she notices the green circle by their username indicating they were online. she stares at it for a moment. she never caught them online before. it felt like walking by a celebrity in the street. she wants to talk to them and praise them for their ability to solve puzzles quickly, but they never interacted with anyone. why would she be the exception? but before she could change her mind, she's already typing out her message.

princessxgraves is typing... princessxgraves: what did the sea say to the shore?

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your beam lights the sky and i look out the window. waiting. silently calling out to you. [ . . . ] i need you, and your light is there for me.

#9𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖒, a dc multimuse for canon and original characters set in matt r.eeves the batman universe. as spun by spider.

[9otham]

gonna tidy up around here rq. i dropped sofia and sal from my muse list for now. may add them back if anyone wants them. and i also added links to pinterest boards!!! bc fuck i love making them

[9otham]

a part of her wants to believe sofia's words, that maybe things will be different, that sofia is different from those before her. she wants to believe she no longer needs to play pretend in order to be desirable. she thought oswald was different, but that was her mistake. she had been blinded by his promises of a better life not to see the ones that had to be taken in order to get it until it was too late. a part of her fears the same with sofia, that the second she lets the other woman in, she'll be picked apart and tossed aside like the broken doll she is.

but there is an undeniable truth. sofia is no one. sofia is unlike anyone eve has ever met. she could have killed her when she had the chance, but she didn't. she could rip her throat out at this very second, but instead, eve feels her lips press to her forehead instead. sofia has proved herself different every step of the way. and for that, hope flickers dangerously in eve's heart.

a sympathetic smile plays on her lips as she moves her attention back to the other woman. ❝ there's not much to know about me, sweetheart. ❞ she reaches up a hand to pet through sofia's dark locks, brushing them out of her bug eyes and tucking them behind her ear. but she considers it, considers an answer just to see what the other woman's reaction would be, picking one of a handful of things she has left that she can call her own to give. ❝ eve isn't my real name. ❞

What lies between them is vulnerability, raw in its nature, like they're corpses with insides that have been scooped out by hungry, hungry teeth. Sofia feels starved from it, her belly always empty and hallow. The world would deny them sustenance, then declare their resulting hunger as greed. Fuck the world. They can call her a murderess all they want. What she can't bear is Eve not seeing her own beauty. She's no poet, never has been or wanted to be, but suddenly, she loathes herself for not being able to put the beauty into words.

She has a difficult time removing her fingers from Eve's chin, always upset to not feel her, as though the loss of touch means Eve will disappear from her grasp forever. Her mouth skims across Eve's forehead, gracing a gentle kiss there before looking back at her. ❛ I am no one, ❜ she reminds her. If no one wants to see Eve, then Sofia simply must be no one. Her eyes blink, a furious few times, as she swallows. ❛ And I, as no one, wants to know you so badly it hurts. ❜

The world hurts Sofia. The wanting hurts Sofia. But Eve, Eve does not hurt Sofia. Even when she's setting her to flames.

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thank you matt reeves i owe you my life

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updated my carrd and changed basil to being eve's baby brother instead 🫶

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at another point in time, fear would have held her body hostage upon being in this very position. with her head tilted up and thus leaving the slope of her throat exposed, she was ripe for the taking, for the killing. but this time, she does not fear the reaper that stands before her dressed in a sharp black eyeliner.

instead, she blushes.

warmth pools into her cheeks, but not because the other woman's words cause her heart to skip a beat. ❝ you don't. ❞ the correction comes out like a plea not to be given hope as she turns her face away from the hungry eyes that roam over her now bare features. ❝ no one wants to see me like this. ❞ not even her girls have gazed upon sage, the woman beneath the clay she paints her face with in order to take on the form of her clients' desires.

her fingers, bare from jewelry, are carefully posed on eve's chin, holding the woman's skin and bone. the tabloids would describe her hands as those of a killer, their slender form capable of claiming many lives. innocent lives. the truth is her hands aren't as clean as they were ten years ago. yet, somehow, for eve, they're capable of being gentle still. she swallows.

❛ i wanna see you, ❜ is her gentle admission. her grip isn't tight, because she's not interested in owning @9otham. isn't interested in eve being her girl in the way she was oswald's. she thinks they both have been owned by others long enough. sofia's mouth opens again. ❛ i wanna see who you really are. ❜

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jack o'connell is apparently testing for basil for the cl.ayface movie?????

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[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ? - cerise / bruce, probably a shower !

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓. / accepting.

exhaustion weighs heavily on his shoulders, result of a productive night. lanky body remains hunched over one of the bathroom sinks as he sluggishly brings a washcloth to his face, scrubbing as best he could the black greasepaint from around his eyes. practical when in use, but stubborn to remove. the shower runs behind him, hot water producing hot steam and fills the air and slowly begins fogging up the mirrors, turning his reflection into blurred shades of ivory and black.

at the sound of her voice, he glances over his shoulder towards her peeking out from behind the gaussian glass door to the shower. her usual wild and vibrant curls of red are slicked down from the water, sticking to her porcelain skin like ivy to stone. his eyes glance from her face, to her chest, where one of her plush breasts presses up against the glass, pinked areola on display in a very enticing way that momentarily causes his brain malfunction.

❝ yeah, sorry. just a sec. coming. ❞ he stammers out various answers in his scramble of placing his washcloth down and removing the last of his garments. casting one last look at his reflection and rationalizing that what he managed to scrub off was the best he was gonna get for now, he makes his way to the shower.

dual shower heads hang from the ceiling, raining hot water down onto the black tiled floor as bruce steps in to join his newfound houseguest. she greets him with a smile that he mirrors back to her easily, though his appears smaller and more tired. but nevertheless, his hands find purchase around her waist, gliding along her slippery smooth skin to cup her hips as she brings herself closer to him, glad to be home.

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oh you don’t want me? Only because I look unhealthy and speak in riddles?

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gotham would have been spared if ed just got laid instead probably