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[mademyth]

* 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ”  

“ i’ve been thinking about you all week. ”  

“ you deserve more than this. ”  

“ you gotta talk to me. ”  

“ how i feel doesn’t matter. ”  

“ i thought you were gonna wear the red dress, you know that’s my favourite. ”  

“ everyone else does the dirty work for me. ”  

“ they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend. ”  

“ you still with us? ”  

“ nothing is set in stone. ”  

“ it’s none of your business. ”  

“ can you please just tell me where we’re going? ”  

“ just try and have some fun, would you? ”  

“ being blindfolded for over an hour really isn’t my idea of fun. ”  

“ it looks so strange in the winter. ”  

“ you’ve been through so much. ”  

“ it’s time to wake up. ”  

“ thought you would be lighter without all that blood. ”  

“ i’m impressed you made it this far. ”  

“ when i met you, you were nothing. ”  

“ you just didn’t know it yet. ”  

“ i’m gonna cut myself free of you, if it’s the last thing i do. ”  

“ i know you’re weak and tired. ”  

“ he came out of the shadows and he… ”  

“ i made a run for it. ”  

“ you’re safe now, you’re safe. ”  

“ think you broke my nose. ”  

“ i fucked up and i need your help. ”  

“ i didn’t send you a message. ”  

“ is that blood on your shirt? ”  

“ i’m sorry, i haven’t seen my boss in his boxers before. ”  

“ i’m freaking out a little bit. ”  

“ the truth is not necessarily your best friend right now. ”  

“ you recognize that car? ”  

“ we have to run. ”  

“ you lock the door and don’t open it for anybody that’s not me. ”

“ well, ain’t you a gentleman. ”  

“ you got a problem with me or something? ”  

“ i already notified the police. ”  

“ you killed him, you fucking killed him! ”  

“ looks like the wolves got to him. ”  

“ this is some pretty high-tech shit. ”  

“ i’m out here freezing my nuts off. ”  

“ don’t make the same mistake again. ”  

“ the cops are gonna trace the call. ”  

“ don’t you fucking move! ”  

“ give me the gun. ”  

“ you already put a target on our backs. ”  

“ we should never have come here. ”  

“ this is all your fault. ”  

“ i’m gonna cut your fucking head off. ”  

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crimefightr·:

“ A wildland where children are sent to that is the precursor for formal education here. “ He answered, genuinely amused by the question and not bothering to hide it. Smiling still, long after the question is asked. 

His smile mirrors hers at the thought. Similar in fondness although he imagines for wildly opposite reasons. Her own training must have been looked at with some longing while his own was always more with regret rather than accomplishment, despite the scars of war he would convince himself were earned in the process. “ Well, when we get the chance then.” He nodded, slowly. “ A year and a half. It was very extensive training in various techniques. “ He continued, hand resting on the bag again. Always unknowingly longing for the pain of exhaustion. 

“ I wouldn’t say that. But he was a man that practiced self-progress, I guess.” He explained, recalling what he had read of the man years ago. Turning his eyes back down when he’d forgotten that her cause of concern were the miniscule flinches, he imagines if it were anyone but Clark or her, would have been left unnoticed. Or that was just him convincing himself now. “ It’s fine, Diana.” He tries to argue but her concern seems to break through whatever defense he’s had put up and allows her to drag him towards the faucets. Letting blood wash away the blood on numbed knuckles. 

He winces only when the cloth makes contact with skin. Careful and delicate. Pressing down on nimble bones. His gaze seemingly having never left her face The concern in her voice breaking the spell, it seemed, had numbed him to her efforts until then. “I - “ He hadn’t thought about that. Not beyond the cursory consideration. Alfred would be fine, he thinks. Clark would move on. Diana? She’d be…ecstatic. He told himself over and over in the span of a few seconds. “ It’ll heal. “ He whispers, only soft enough for her to hear. 

    he seemed quite amused by everything he’d spoken. she understands her INFORMATION about man’s world is quite..scarce, nothing like the books had described or the things she’d been told.   ❝ a wildland? perhaps they would have a better time in hades’ domain.❞ diana had never been to the underworld, for the most part those were tales her mother told her. 

     diana is a born warrior, princess of the amazons, there is a NATURAL craving for a GRAND battle akin to someone’s late night snack cravings. it was something she couldn’t help but DESIRE, a good sparring partner that could match her BEAT for beat. something that could get her BLOOD boiling, but she supposes these INSTANCES with bruce in the training room is what she could TOLERATE of his unnecessary dramatic antics & smug attitude. ❝ when you are well rested, i would not mind another spar.❞ it is a soft admission between the fact that diana just wanted to make sure that bruce was okay.

        ❝ the man doth protest too much. ❞ he could ATTEMPT to mask it any way, but she knows BRUISED & beaten skin. she understands what it’s like to BATTLE until her last breath, but diana has little patience for tomfoolery. she doesn’t know what he’s trying to prove except for the fact that he’s being an idiot at this moment. if he wanted to provide any more arguments she wouldn’t hear it, in fact she would IGNORE it by all means necessary. she watches as he FLINCHES to the application of her bandaging, but her INTENT is making sure this heals properly. if he went any further, she couldn’t imagine the damage. humans do have LIMITATIONS that are meant to be broken, diana believes in that but a brief repose wouldn’t harm him.

         ❝ yes, it will heal if you let it.❞ there’s a slight sigh, FIERY tone in her voice with the thought bruce might try to push himself even more.  dark eyes take the moment to peer into his countenance. ❝ i have no idea what you are trying to prove, but cast your pride aside for one moment. our obligation to justice, to what is right, will not matter if you do not allow yourself to relax. it is not a bad thing.❞ her fingers are still holding his CALLOUSED hands, she thinks of how fragile it is to be human, but she wonders how THRILLING it is to live such a short time span. diana will not age like the rest as she’s of her mother’s blood, but he should understand his precious time. there is a slight squeeze before she does the unthinkable, maybe she doesn’t want to hear another part of his DEFENSE but she presses her lips against his knuckles. 

      diana wonders if these hands have known TENDERNESS or if it has only faced the violence of his plight. it’s a shame to not know what else the world could offer. she does the same to the other hand before peering up at him.

                         ❝it will heal.❞

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WONDER WOMAN #793

↳ variant cover by JEN BARTEL

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crimefightr​:

“ I did skip kindergarten. “Although he doubts she would get the joke, he still manages a smile. Studying her perhaps with the same intensity without the bristle, more confused really than guarded like she might presume. Unable to ascertain genuinely whether her intent was to disarm him for malevolent or cordial reasoning. 

Too suspicious for his own good, really. 

He would have prodded more but the topic of her dog-like-personality companion seems to grate something in him. An irony that seems to go over his head considering their mutual friendship with an actual corn-fed sunshine prince. “ I can handle myself. “ He argues, missing for a moment the beat of longing that hangs in the air and the ache of sadness that lingers long after. “ Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness. Napoleon Hill.”  He remarks gently, turning his gaze back to the hanging speed bag no longer trembling or swinging from momentum.

“Compliments can be misused. The truth cannot.” He retorts with more severity than probably the moment required. But whatever attempts at explaining away his abrasiveness or intensity fades at her next remark. Shock then confusion meeting in the furrow of his brows ; not the first time since they’ve met. The ease at which she seems to confound him should be concerning. “How- “ There is barely room within breath and confusion to argue agains her demand, extending his bruised hands towards her unsurely. 

               CONFUSION SETTLES WITHIN HER COUNTENANCE. there are things she doesn’t quite understand about man’s world, but diana notes the smile. she can tell he’s more amused than he has shown her in the whole of their interactions. perhaps she would ask steve or etta when she sees them.  ❝ should i even ask what a kindergarten is ?❞

            diana wonders more often how tired he is of the world, sometimes she wonders if he didn’t want to deal with the world at all. she hadn’t inquired but the idea that he TRAVERSED mountains to train. ❝ i would be interested to see how you fair against my sisters. how long did you train in the mountains?❞  a soft smile appears for a moment as tries to COMFORT her with words. in a way, it does make her feel at EASE, but she has always wanted to see the world even at the cost of never seeing her mother.  ❝ sounds like a man who UNDERSTANDS the sacrifices that must be made.❞ she would retort about the COMPLIMENTS but diana’s CONCERN is whatever has been holding him back during his training session.

            brows KNIT together as she pulls one of his boxing gloves. she is HORRIFIED to see the bandages seep with DYES of red.  ❝ there’s nothing wrong with PUSHING your boundaries, but this is foolish.❞ without another word or trying to EXPLAIN how she knew diana pulls him towards the lockers. she reaches the sink, UNDOING the wrap loosened while he was punching. she’s even more DISMAYED to see MOTTLED blood mixed with new. fingers reach for the faucet, testing the waters before running his underneath them. how long was he pretending to be NUMB to pain ? 

           ❝ bruce, what is DRIVING you to train this way? until you’re nothing but blood and bone.❞ she reaches for a towel, pressing it against damaged knuckles.  her voice is soft but firm, with gradients of worry that will not allow him to continue this farce of being okay. ❝ what happens to the people who care about you? do you not think they will grieve you if you do not take care of yourself.❞

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crimefightr·:

A sound of a laugh almost bristles in his throat. The indignance, the annoyance, the sheer gall of the argument seems to emphasize the ridiculousness of the conversation to him. Or perhaps because it’s just coming from her. 

Princess of Themyscira infuriated with Prince of Gotham. 

“ I think I’ve given you plenty to work with, Princess. “ He argues, less mockery this time and more bewildered amusement on his part. Mostly laughing at the inside joke he was having with himself rather than her. “ And is this you extending that kindness and compassion to me? “ He asked, curiously, even if his tone would suggest otherwise. Catching the bag on its last bounce with his full hand. Turning his head slightly in her direction, studying her with only a part of a glance. 

“I’d love to meet her.” He admitted, thoughtlessly. His appreciation for great minds and great skill coming out to the light. “ I traversed mountains once to be taught skills you seem to possess naturally. I imagine I can find your island if I wanted to.” His brow arching again when he notices how close she was by the time he was finished with his sentence. A soft hum and brows furrow: confused.  “ Why? Do you need to hear any particular compliment from me of all people? SOMEONE not even worthy of being a problem? “ 

He looked at his hand, knowing there might be a few seconds of reaction delay than usual because of how the cuts have re-opened and he didn’t bother re-bandaging or setting them down. Too focused on trying to withstand the pain to listen to good sense or logic. “ I don’t know what you mean. “ 

              if she could give points on how many eye rolls she’d given him within the TIME FRAME they were together, diana would give him passing marks. ❝ depends on your definition of giving me plenty to work with.  i doubt you’d have an inclination for sharing.❞ diana huffs a little, eyes still watching the slight CRACK in his usual perfect form. ❝ yes, ❞ she replies with ease, the INTENSITY of a UV ray seeping in her tone. for diana, it comes naturally & without any hesitation. from what she has seen of bruce, it’s nothing but an IRON fortress to keep everyone away from him.

        ❝ she would probably like you. ❞ diana could see her aunt finding promise in him, but she cannot say the same for her sisters or her mother. they were already AGHAST when another mortal man had INTRUDED the still waters of themyscira. ❝ my world is hidden from man but, i would not recommend that. they would probably attempt to throw you in JAIL or, worse murder you. i paid the price for HIDING steve. ❞ she briefly reminisces about her home the way a POET would wax poetry for an old lover. diana would not be welcome there, but she will always have fond memories of an island tucked from man’s influence. ❝ now, i’m but an outcast in my old home, but i have no regrets. ❞ 

       diana cannot help the brief sigh that passes off her lips.  ❝ never have you once in our conversations given me a compliment. but you’ve ruined the moment now.❞

              the brevity of his voice & the silence that follows has diana questioning what is actually going on.  ❝ how long do you continue to lie to a WARRIOR?❞ there is pride in her voice before her hand rests on his shoulder.  ❝your hands. the way you are punching lacks the USUAL power. show me your hands.❞ her tone is GRAVE but there is a hint of concern. diana prince is worried about bruce wayne.

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crimefightr·:

“ Totally fully informed and unbiased observations? “ He retorted, tone mocking as brow raised at her continued attack on what, exactly, his well known abrasive personality? He clenched and unclenched his fists inside the glove again, feeling still where the skins have opened up and shaking them to rid himself of the burning aches that came with it. 

“ Ooh. Ouch. “ Plain mockery at this point, already walking away to walk back to the speed bag that hung in the corner to resume his earlier training. The sound of it hitting the board fills the span of intermittent silence between them. A flicker of a second as he seems to be caught off guard by such a foolish request before he falls effortlessly back into the rhythm of one punch then two and so on and so forth. “ Is that some type of necessity where you’re from? I don’t particularly need to know the real you to be aware you’re one of the most capable fighters in this program. And if you wanted, you could kick Clark’s ass too. And according to our test scores, you could rival most if not all of our professors when it comes to planning for war. Extending that, for me, is your personal business. “

           SHE SCOFFS AT HIM, ❝ are you comparing me to a news outlet ? considering what you’ve given me to work with, YES. ❞ at the end of the day, diana doesn’t attempt to pay attention to the rumors. it often reminds her of how MYTHS get misconstrued with the modern age. it’s a PITY that the world will only get a piece of a tale that’s been embellished. olive oculars keep steady at his form noting something was a bit off. diana figures she’ll wait a moment.

          ❝ you absolutely sound so WOUNDED, ❞ at this point sarcasm is rolling off her tongue & she almost wishes that their time spent together was almost up. but the truth is, it’s just begun which is...awful for her to say the least. diana is used to the SEA OF SILENCE that often follows their conversations, so there is comfort in the slight rhythm of his PUNCHES against leather. ❝ necessity?  ❞ the tone in her voice suggests she’s albeit OFFENDED. ❝  bruce, the world often forgets that KINDNESS and COMPASSION exist because we often live in or see great TRAGEDIES. i will always SEEK the truth, the benevolence, and compassion that the world does not seem to experience often.❞ it is the truth that diana has seen of man’s world, the world seems so BLEAK to others like scribbled sidewalk drawings. 

              eyelashes flutter, taking a long blink & wondering if her ears have deceived her. did he actually praise her ? ❝ aunt antiope is an unforgiving INSTRUCTOR, she has a great deal to do with what i know.❞ besides that she does have to give thanks to WAR, but that was not something she wishes to reveal. diana takes the moment to stand up, walk towards him.  ❝ considering it’s our personal business, i think you shouldn’t be opposed to giving a lady a compliment.❞ a slight smirk appears on soft lips because it is the first time he’s ever said anything remotely nice to her. 

                  arms crossed as she continues to observe his punching. she definitely feels something is off, but she can’t quite put it. ❝i don’t mean any disrespect but there’s something off about your FORM.❞

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A brow arches as palms  unfold and press into the table near her. Already split knuckles re-opening. Blood seeping through the bandages. And  somehow he manages to withhold a wince as his head merely turns in her direction expecting an explanation. Because one, Bruce was hardly presumptuous and two, he really doubted she cared about him that much. 

“ You seem to have a lot of opinions on me for someone who only cares about me professionally. “ He argued, closing his hands again and pulling the kickboxing gloves to hide the damage. “ Or is problem the more appropriate word?” He asks, feigning amusement, itching to start a proper fight maybe or just more invested in avoiding an actual conversation. It was all up in the air right now. “ I have your back. For some, that’s enough. “

      QUEUE THE EYEROLL, a QUICK DRAW of a reaction that seems to be the norm for her. diana rests her palm on her chin, watching as he attempts to put on the glove. odd, she would have thought he would have called it quits by now. diana has learned by now that mortals are STUBBORN as zeus’ long-lasting REIGN. so she supposes she won’t stop him for now.   ❝ i would hardly call it an OPINION since you’ve given me absolutely nothing to work with. it’d be an observation.❞

       ❝you ? a problem? that would suggest that you’re WORTHY of being solved.❞ she can’t imagine the both of them allowing each other’s company on a regular basis. they would undoubtedly reach a BOILING POINT, the degree in which they’d be too heated to stand the other. a slight smirk draws on full lips.  ❝bruce, when will you learn i’m not some. it’s a start, but not enough for someone like me.❞ a pause before she tries to elaborate. she did promise clark, so she will keep that honor in tact.  ❝i would just like to know the real you.❞ it’s the SINCERITY in her tone that most people know her for. in a way, her & clark are often idealistic, but make no mistake she will not shy away from the violence that comes to bring those ideals to life. a warrior will always crave a BATTLE.

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             if looks could kill she would CERTAINLY win that award. he’s been INSUFFERABLE since they’ve been partners for this group project & no matter how much PATIENCE she’s given him her compassion is wearing a THIN thread of unravelling. dark eyes move towards him as he’s given her NOTHING to work with. for the sake of clark, she’s also trying but the bits & pieces she’s gotten out of clark have all ENDED in that wasn’t his story to tell.  for diana, it’s all SHROUDED in some wisps of smoke: elusive & intangible. boys will be boys. ❝ are you always this ANGRY at the world? how long are you going to keep TAKING it out on me or anyone that actually cares about you? ❞ 

            granted bruce wasn’t liable to tell her anything, but being in a partnership had to stand for something. the constant BICKERING like they were hot coals ready to SPARK into the air without the INTERVENTION of their friend is tiresome. she’s done with the attitude & she’s willing to find some sort of ground.  ❝ before you jump to conclusions, you’re my PARTNER. ❞

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"I love you."

its the stillness of a new day, the settling of calm waters & the sun peeking to remind everyone that it's time to awaken. diana finds herself in the state of being half awake & lulling back into sleep. she feels arms draped around with the silk covers hovering around them. diana can feel fingers run along her arms & she can't help the smile that etches into her lips. fingers run into the soft waves of her dark hair & she feels herself being pulled closer, like he's trying to remember that she's REAL, THAT SHE'S HERE. ❝ good morning, ❞ moments like these remind her that they never truly have silence like this. there is no push & pull to be themselves yet. she's sure bruce could argue that he'd rest once he dies, but that's neither here nor there.

without another word, her gaze falls on a semi-awake bruce wayne, naked. diana remembers how hard it was to get here, one of them a matador & the other a bull trying to get their way. her hand reaches for his face, resting it gently the way that grass tickles along skin. ❝ so am i going to be the one that sleeps in for us ? aren't bats supposed to be nocturnal?❞ she's clearly teasing now but she just wants to APPRECIATE this instance. they get very few like this. diana finds her fingers trailing to his shoulders finding the small scars that have healed, but are markers of the VIOLENCE he faces. she's concentrated on the DETAILS that make up the man she's in love with that she almost misses his admission.

lips curl into a bigger smile when he tells her those words. those words are another kind of WEIGHT, something like the justice they both pursue, but it's the heaviness of being human. no matter how bruce tries to HIDE his feelings, he does have them.

❝ i love you too.❞

her mouth presses against his, affection comes easy to someone like her but diana never wants to get rid of this feeling.

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GIRL NEXT DOOR

independent, mutually private mary jane watson based around SAM RAIMI’S SPIDERMAN, INSOMNIAC SPIDERMAN ( 2018 ) , NO WAY HOME ( 2021 ), SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDEY VERSE (2018 ) and various other sources including some comic influences from THE AMAZING MARY JANE.(2019) read by pam , 26 , she / they , pnw timezone.   ( CARRD. )