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hauntedknight:

Bruce still had no answer from the others, but he forced himself to put his worries aside, knowing they were trained and having to trust they could handle themselves, focusing on getting out of the building the top priority. At the familiar voice, the male quickly reached out towards it, Selina’s hand finding his arm first. He helped her steady herself (though he himself was struggling to stay on his feet), his eyes instinctively looking over her despite the darkness to make sure she wasn’t harm. “Hold onto to me,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Do you have what you need?”

She’s able to recognize the other’s voice fairly quickly, a sluggish grin crossing her features at the familiar presence despite being unable to see him in the dark. "No need to tell my twice,” Leaning herself against his provided stability (though not completely in fear of causing them to both collapse), she manages to balance herself a bit. ”Yes, I’ve got what I need. A woman’s bag has more than just emergency make-up—” She makes an attempt at a sarcastic quip, but a sudden wave of dizziness overcomes her and causes her to groan. “Just get me to a door.”

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Natasha was a fraction of a second from ripping the woman’s hand off of her arm, but once she mentioned needing help, she refrained from the urge. “Are you okay?” She asked, struggling to maintain her balance with her additional weight. The world spun and she shut her eyes, shook her head, and then asked, “Who are you? Mind if I hold your around the waist?”

“Just peachy,” Selina does her best not to add so much weight onto the other, though unable to tell if she’s successful in doing so. “Who I am isn’t important. What is important is that we get ourselves out of here, so go right ahead. I won’t complain.”

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originalcircusboy:

Dick nodded, knowing full well that if anyone could get them out of this room, it was Selina. Helping pull her to her feet, Dick threw her arm around his shoulder for support. He didn’t know if she recognised him and didn’t care; he just had to focus on getting her to the nearest door. “I’m dreading the hangover from this, aren’t you?” He quipped, trying to insert some levity into the situation. Reaching the door, he started to rifle through his pockets, and after a few seconds of searching retrieved his lock pick. He held it out to her, hoping that she still had the clarity of mind to use it. “Here, you can use mine.”

“Thanks, Birdy.”  The support he provides is enough to get Selina properly on her feet, making things easier for the two as they made their way to the nearest door. She releases a small noise in amusement, though it quickly shifts into a light groan in pain.“It’s like a tornado is plowing through my brain.” Once they reach the door, Selina falls forward onto her knees and leans up against the area closest to the lock. They were lucky to have found a place that wasn’t crowded with panicky people, or else things would have been much more difficult. Taking the male’s pick into her hands, she begins to work. “Got any bad puns that’ll keep me awake?” She quips, though groggily.

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futzyou:

Kate almost went down herself when the woman grabbed her, but she managed to keep them both upright. Her eyes lit up. “You can do that? Okay, okay, then we gotta… door, right, we gotta find a door,” she said, eyes scanning the room. There was one, but there were so many people between them, not to mention the ones who had fainted. “It’s gonna be a process. You focus on staying conscious, I’ll get us to the door, okay?” she said, with more confidence than she felt. She was Hawkeye, for futz sake. She was Kate futzing Bishop. She didn’t do helpless. She looped an arm under the taller woman’s shoulder, and started forward.

“Maybe... I’m not in my best shape at the moment.” Selina wouldn’t let herself go down so easily though. Her eyes managed to trail upward, observing the mess between them and their possible exit. “Don’t worry. I’m don’t plan on going down anytime soon, so, hopefully, I won’t be so much of a weight.” She states while adjusting herself the best she can, without causing the two to tumble forward as they made their way.

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gixlofsteel:

Tilting her head to the side as she held onto the desk table to try and keep herself upright, the Kryptonian nodded her head at the other’s words, knowing that if they could help everyone get out, then no one could seriously be harmed from the gas. “Come on.” She instinctively wrapped her arm around the other, trying to regain as much strength as possible as her knees wobbled slightly, but she did her best to fight through it.

Selina did her best to offer the other equal support, knowing things wouldn’t end well if either of them were to fall at this particular moment. “Jesus... What’s in this stuff?” She mutters under her breath, the words practically slurred together. “I’m gonna need you to not pass out on me, Blondie. Okay?” Though the statement is directed at Kara, Selina makes sure to take note of it for herself as well.

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boomgotcha:

what carol wanted was to get everyone out, and stop as much of the mad and panicked stampeding as possible. what carol didn’t have was a way to get them out. she was far too slow a lock-pick, and with her powers forcibly removed and the wave of dizziness overtaking her she could exactly go all movie badass and kick down a door. but hey, maybe her luck was changing. when the woman who grabbed her spoke, carol forgave her instantly for nearly taking her down. she could barely steady herself. “you can pick locks?” she focused on the other woman, focused on her and not the dizziness. “i’ll help you get to the door. there’s one near the back not as crowded.” there. some definitive action. if she focused on a goal, she could maybe push some of her terror back. “can you walk?”

“Yeah, I can pick locks. Isn’t that what I just said?” Even with an absent mind, the woman was capable of producing a sarcastic remark. Selina gave a light shake of her head, hoping to rid of some of the dreaded whirling sensation overwhelming her. “Yes... I think so. Let’s just get moving before neither of us can do anything.”

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Everything was becoming a blurred mess, which meant Selina had to work quickly. “Hey...” With groggy speech, she calls out to the closest person. The female grabs onto their arm in attempt to retain their full attention and keep herself upright. “Help me get to a door. I may be able to pick the lock.”

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“Well, if they took the time to drag you here it's obviously important that you be here. As for me, I'm here to assassinate one of the panel members." She's joking, of course, but the delivery of her statement is with a concerning seriousness. A grin proceeds to stretch across her lips. “Now, before you go report me to the guards, I'm only poking fun.”

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“Mm, sounds boring.” She replies before pursuing her lips. Her eyes train onto the area of the crowd he currently observes. “Think there will be trouble?”

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It only made sense Bruce Wayne would show. After-all, this was a ‘no capes’ event and his alter ego would just take all eyes away from the attention seeker, Orse. It’d be the same if Catwoman came swooping in, fully geared up and ready to scratch the eyes belonging to the representatives she’s grown a particular distaste for.

As she settles herself next to the male, her hands reach out to take hold of two champagne flutes from a passing tray. "Oh yes, because you care so much of disappointing the Panel." She retorts with a light roll of her eyes, before offering over a drink to the man. "As for me, I’m just a fan of the festivities. I also wanted an excuse to wear this outfit.”

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For once in her life, Selina wasn’t trying to stir up any mischief. She was perfectly aware of how important this meeting was. How what happened here today would impact things, whether it be significant or not. Didn’t mean she had to be completely void of her usual personality.

 "So, are you here for the actual notion of peace, a chance to lay eyes on our gorgeous heroes, or the booze?” She questions the person nearest to her with an amused hum, attempting to strike up a conversation.

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hauntedknight:

(✉️ -> Selina): For a moment I thought this would be important. (✉️ -> Selina): Should have known better. (✉️ -> Selina): And how exactly are you planning to get your hands on it?

( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): matters of fashion are extremely important ( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): i need to look my best after all ( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): you’re asking a question when you haven’t answered mine ( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): that’s unfair  ( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): and i plead the fifth

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@the-m3chanic continued from here

With the constant patrols in place, it presented a new complication for the Cat when on the prowl for new heists. Not that Selina would complain. After all, she enjoys a challenge. So when Iron Man managed to stumble upon her... Well, let’s just say she planned to have some fun, even if it meant digging herself deeper into trouble.

“I do try. First impressions are extremely important to me.” She practically purrs in response to his praise, a grin of her own stretching across her features. “Aw, why so serious Mr. Stark? I was only taking a nightly stroll. Is that so evil?” Her hands hover over her cheeks as she dramatizes a damsel in distress routine. “Oh my, neither choice is seeming to work for me. What’s a gal to do?”

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Send 📱 for my muse to send yours a random text.

( ✉️➟ brucey ): i am in desperate need of your expertise

( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): do you think red suits me?

( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): bc i’ve spotted the prettiest little piece of jewelry 

( ✉️ ➟ brucey ): and i’m just dying to get my hands on it

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americachvz:

“Shut the fuck up, before I punch you into last week.” She said, giving the older woman a sarcastic smile.

“Threatening me? Isn’t that such an un-heroic thing to do? But of course. I’ll quiet myself down now. Besides, I’d hate to hold you past your curfew.” She remarks with an equally sarcastic expression. 

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"With a CHILDISH temper like that? Could've had me fooled, sweetheart." She remarks, amused by the sudden outburst. Selina was known to taunt the heroes she faced, it being a part of her CAT AND MOUSE routine. America seemed to take it a lot more seriously than most.

“I’m not a child, so don’t talk to me like I am. The saying ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ was made with me in mind, so step the fuck off.”

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"Can't I pay an old friend a visit?" Friend might've been too much of a stretch when describing their particular relationship. Would 'accomplices with benefits' better fit? Perhaps. She wasn't paying close attention to accuracy at the moment. "Look at you, Pam. Climbing up the ranks," Her eyes glance around curiously as she makes her way toward the other woman, careful in her steps as to not disturb the plant life. "Must be quite a change for you."

One of the best things about er new gig, was that Pamela also had a lab, just like when she was a young and promising researcher in Gotham. But she didn’t just have a lab, also a greenhouse. And that’s exactly where she was currently, where it was located on the roof of one of NYU’s many buildings in Manhattan. It hadn’t been as difficult as she thought it would be, adjusting to a new life and a new name. She was humming as she watered each plant, her fingers tracing each one affectionately. She was a little perturbed when Pamela heard the footsteps of whatever stranger decided to join her. “What can I do for you? I’m sure it’s something important seeing as you got passed my security door, walked through my lab and into this greenhouse.”