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@fromxbeginningxtoxend from x

Harvey knew it wasn't good. It wasn't normal. When he was alone, it was different- there was no one to hurt but himself, and that was something he could live with. The idea of that other person- the idea that maybe someday he'd wake up and be different, like his father had been different sometimes- it pained him. Horrified him.

Harvey Dent wouldn't hurt a hair on Bruce's head. He loved him. He was so afraid of hurting him, of driving him away, of being a burdensome thing Bruce would have to worry about.

He leaned into the comfort, and closed his eyes.

"I... think I need to have a talk with my doctor about it, honestly."

He leaned into Bruce's shoulder.

"It's like I'm always trying to outsmart this thing in my head. I'm really trying. It just always comes back."

[averagetm]

   𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗧 / 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦.    ( @fromxbeginningxtoxend )           “Get away from her!” from Bruce

             𝗶𝘁  𝗵𝗮𝗱  𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻  𝗮  𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁  𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿,    an internal stressor that the woman had refused to voice   ( he already had enough to worry about  . . .   and she could handle herself when it came to this type of thing . . .  )     it had slithered its way into her subconscious and made itself known within the depths of her nightmares,   it physically manifested itself through bitten nails and a panicked heartrate.    The presence of her colleague was unexpected,   their group of friends making plans to specifically exclude the male in question,   and now her worst fears had come into fruition and she was alone with him.

             It didn’t take a genius to recognise that she was disinterested  ;    any verbal suggestions or flirtations that he made were shut down with a sharp tongue and blunt words,   the polite smile that she typically wore was replaced with a look of disgust and disdain   ( and yet it was as if he had only grown all the more fond of the woman when she showcased such emotions )      the breath caught in the back of her throat when he had reached out toward the lanyard around her neck,   fingers brushing against her chest and making her   freeze   up   entirely.

             ❛❛ Can you not stare at my fucking chest?  ❜❜     she called him out,   though her voice trembled a little more than she would have liked.   It caused for him to pause,  looking up at her before   daring to step closer,    tugging at the lanyard slightly.      ❛❛ You smell fucking disgusting  . . .  ❜❜     the scent of bourbon made her want to throw up,   it made her head spin violently as it dredged up memories from her childhood.     Artemis’ fingers curled into her palm,   trembling with an anger that boiled inside of her   -   just punch him,   just punch him in the fucking jaw  . . .

             ❛ get   away   from   her   !. ❜  

             The familiar voice was enough to snap her out of the violent thoughts circulating within her mind  ;    her head turning and brows lifting in surprise to see him.     she thought that she would be on her own   . . .   she anticipated to be the only person to save herself   . . .     Yet her colleague did not listen to the words thrown in his direction,   grumbling to himself before slurring out his words.     ❛ Oh fuck off,  can’t y’ see we’re havin’ a conversation ??  ❜     he still held onto the lanyard,   knuckles once again grazing her chest in either a calculated or drunken movement.

             ❛❛ No we’re fucking not.  ❜❜     she snapped as soon as he had spoken,   reaching up to pry the lanyard from his hold,   it only tightened it response and he gave a sharp tug as if it were a leash  ;  chuckling to himself in the process as he took hold of her wrist.     ❛ Come on,   don’t be like tha’,  ‘ust wanted to ask about  . . .  about  . . .  the pins that y’ had on here,   what’s this one from? ❜     a finger touched at one of the enamel decorations  ;    get   your   filthy   hands   off   me.

[ask-thedepressedkidatthetable]

HUNGER GAMES MEME FOR MULTIMUSES

Sort your muses into the different Hunger Games categories and show your followers who you think would win. REPOST, don't REBLOG.

TAGGED BY:@heartxshaped-bruises TAGGING: @eeliabwrites @insanityxofxmuses @red-eyes-minnie @fromxbeginningxtoxend and anyone else who wants to!!

▣◎▣ VICTOR

Absinthe Moon - We all knew it. They do this kind of thing professionally. The Games got personal though. Alex's family would get a wonderful assortment of gifts and their sincere apologies, and they would die a week after The Games. Several of the highest level coordinators of the games were found dead and there was a very nearly successful attempt on the President's life. Some people, right?

▣◎▣ CAREERS

Bitch - She would have a huge advantage over the others with her dogs- She's waiting for the endgame when they let the dogs out and she works her magic on them. Three thousand pound monsters, however untrained are sure to take out most of the other tributes. The drawback here that keeps her from winning is that using her power is tiring and that she can't control the canines right off the bat, she has to train them from scratch.

Danny - Honestly, I was tempted for a split second to give him the victor title, but here's the fact of it, he's moral and arrogant. He has all the benefits of resistance to the Game's common poisons and drugs, plus killing others isn't necessarily a moral dilemma here. He wants to survive. Nothing gets in the way from that. Absinthe ends up killing him.

Charlie - Great survival skills and comes from a long line of career tributes. His strong point is definitely with animals- I got the feeling that this would his downfall. Trying to tame Bitch's dogs. If they don't get him, she definitely will!

▣◎▣ STRONG TRIBUTE

Tiffany - Capable is the only word to define her. She could win this! She thought she'd want to as well, but she didn't choose to kill other people. To treat them as things. This is where she would die, not in defensive killings, but in the moment that she has the upper hand and needs to make a choice. . .

Jack - He's definitely the sort to team up with most everyone else- meaning most of his "team" gets killed off within the first day or so. He's the last standing and might be of use to any of the careers before the final bloodbath . . . He doesn't last long after joining them.

Justin - Truly, his greatest strength here that would win him last-minute sponsors would be that he is so fucking paranoid! He also recognizes a lot of the traps and strategies because he's spent such an extreme amount of time researching past games. I think he'd survive toward the end, past some of the career tributes to be taken out by Danny, who's a bit of a loose end.

Alex - Honestly, he should probably be in the Career category, but he doesn't consider dying in someone else's stupid game to be a personal vocation, so therefore, he's here. Two words: Nightmare Endgame. Him and Absinthe are teaming up and taking out anyone who's left. If they had pulled the, 'I can't kill you, I care too much.' bullshit, both of them would survive. Absinthe is so totally giving him the dramatic warrior's death he wants.

▣◎▣ ONE DAY SURVIVOR

Sylwia - Oh so many people would be pissed. Sylwia would be the type to get tons of sponsors, cast herself as manipulative, cruel, intelligent, not to mention gorgeous. Why drive the knife into other people's heart- not that she couldn't- if they do it themselves? The reality though, would be that she doesn't really want to hurt anyone. She is tired and willing to die by the first person that finds her.

Isaac - He's lucky enough to escape the Cornucopia, but after that something's gonna one-shot him for sure. If it wasn't stepping into a trap or tripping over his own feet, one of the others gets him right between the eyes.

▣◎▣ DIES AT THE CORNUCOPIA

Grayson - Let's be honest, being deaf at the Cornucopia is a huge disadvantage. There's too much going on and in The Games with everyone going for blood, I don't think he's make it. Despite his smarts and decent offensive skills.

Hat - If he managed to make it past this point, hell yeah he'd win the game! He's a hat though, and in the time old strategy of blowing up the area, that doesn't work out so great. Burned to cinders.

William - This is another one that would upset a lot of people. He's a star at wilderness survival and handy with weapons, but as soon as he's surrounded by chaos and loud noises, he freezes.

[thegirlwondcr]

closed starter w/ @fromxbeginningxtoxend

Emma knew that there was never going to be an easy way to do anything, but this? She did not expect. She knew something was up, that this was all some sort of stunt or spectacle, but she did not predict how it ended. Did Bruce? Part of her felt like he fully planned and prepared for this sort of thing to happen, but how? 

Her adrenaline was boosting by the minute, trying to figure out what the next step was without Bruce right there to tell her. She was contacting everyone under the sun to try and make some sense of all that was happening. What helped keep her somewhat calm was Alfred who did not seem too panicked at the moment. The reason she was worrying for him for this was because he was only Bruce Wayne. No suit, no nothing. She felt it to be very ironic that he would lecture her on push her limits yet here he was truly pushing it to the max. 

When told he had comms on, she leapt at the opportunity to speak to Bruce, News reports also were not the best things to read at the moment, but it felt like it was her obligation to now. She wanted to be as up to date as possible, even if it meant hearing things from the most pessimistic of reporters. “Bruce?” Emma initially said, her feelings being easily heard in her tone. “Can you breathe? Can you hear me? Should I start heading over there? I’m in the cave, I can go change into my suit right now, just give me coordinates.”

[redxriot]

@fromxbeginningxtoxend

The climb to the top of GCPD headquarters was not an easy one. But to Erin it was needed, and besides she never liked easy.

Finally making her way onto the roof she stops a second to take her breath before she makes her way to the reason of being here. To turn on the bat signal; to get Batman’s attention. Honestly, this had taken her days to plan. Her mentor, the Redhood, was always the one to direct her into what needed to be done. But he was gone now, and for far too long for her liking. Erin wanted to know what happened to him, and she didn’t know who else to go to.

Grabbing the tarp, she heaves and pulls the cover off until the signal light is finally free from hiding.

Holy crap it’s huge! And probably heavier than her! Erin circles around it, making her way to the front of the large contraption. A big bat symbol… yep this is it. As if she really needed to question about it. No other place has a big spotlight in the shape of a bat, but it doesn’t hurt to take a good look at it up close.

She shakes her head. Alright, enough distraction. Time to put this baby into use. Rounding to the back, she grabs the switch with both hands.

Her eyes gaze at the lever for a moment. ‘Never use it unless it’s for an extreme emergency.’ His voice echos clear in her mind. “Extreme of an emergency as any!” Hyping herself up, she closes her eyes and with a quick push downwards a click sounds and the bat signal beams against the clouds in the sky with bright intensity.

Erin ogles at the symbol for a moment. She’s never seen this close before. Then realization sets in. ‘Oh shit!’ Her thoughts scream. “I gotta hide! What if the police see it!” A gasp leaves her. “What if HE sees it?” That was the intention in the first place, but he doesn’t even know her! Let alone if he knows her mentor!

Looking around, Erin sees the roof exit and hides behind it. Her head peeking ever so slightly around the corner to see whoever manages to answer to the call first.

[ask-thedepressedkidatthetable]

"It's not my fault your butler is unpatriotic." Alex said, raising his brows at the other, playfully assigning blame and silently suggesting that Bruce do something about it. Personally, Alex was a radical, between tea and coffee he chose juice. "Opinions on energy drinks then?" Yes, they were so bad for you, so was everything else Alex did. Of course he bought them! "That's why you lay down and think about sleep. Even if you don't fall asleep, they proved that pretending has a lot of the same mental benefits." He could actually attest to that much, surprisingly. He wouldn't think pretending for an hour or two before continuing the exhausting marathon that was his life would make such a difference, but it did.

Alex related to that. He hadn't always, but somewhere along the line he'd decided to stop kidding himself: there was something to be said for circumstances and personal flightiness of course, but what? Nearly a decade without finding anyone to keep in contact with anyone, a friend . . . The problem was him. He just didn't know what to do about it. Kind of like a kid being left alone to fix the space station, he was just drifting around for awhile, touching things, trying not to ruin his suit or lose sight of his goal, but one day he'd run out of oxygen.

"Oh." He was sorry he asked. Not that he had much to say to his own parents. They were fine. Things were fine. It was just distant. Everything he could have said to them was too hard to say. "I'm sorry. That must be really hard." He felt like he was cutting underneath the skin, moving past all the humor to acknowledge the pain. Maybe it was the wrong move. He didn't know. "Yeah." Alex said, smiling lightly. He got that. Same way for him. He wouldn't have chased away the quiet for anything though. It helped center things out.

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“Time to switch to coffee.” Alex replied. “The only place for tea is down the harbor.” Alex actually enjoyed a cup of tea a great deal, but saying that wasn’t nearly as much fun as poking fun at Bruce. “You should have slept.” Seriously. It’d be okay. Alex always managed on his own .  .  . It wasn’t that he didn’t need help, necessarily, it was that he’d learned he wasn’t gonna get it. If he got himself in, he had to get himself out. “It’s not like I was gonna trash the place if you weren’t looking over my shoulder.” Perhaps it was delivered to dryly to be taken as a joke.

It was weird, being targeted again. It had been awhile, he invested so much time and energy into staying hidden. It was safer that way, and hurt a lot less than admitting no one cared enough to pay any attention to him. Maybe Bruce was saying the words now, but what would happen when everything faded away and they had to walk their own paths? Alex was too tired to carry more memories. One would hope Bruce was too, in a strange sort of way.

Oh, Alex just imagined- no, he didn’t he supposed. “I figured you’d have a few people hanging around. But it’s nice to have things quiet.” He preferred it that way. Alex could take a hint. Alex took a deep breath, cataloging the way it hurt. He had a long few weeks ahead of him at the very least. “I like things quiet too.” He didn’t. He couldn’t stand the silence anymore. He always had the radio turned up so loud he couldn’t hear himself and the screaming neighbors. Albums and videos, anything other than people. He couldn’t trust it. You were always too paranoid until you could prove people were following you .  .  . He wondered about that. What was the state of his apartment? They’d jumped him on the street.

      🦇—-;;  “My butler might disagree with you.” Of course he picked up on the fact that Alex was poking fun, unless he was on one of his several day long marathon of no sleep, he didn’t drink coffee much, it made him feel too jittery, tea was definitely preferred. “It’s not that I didn’t try.” Bruce tells him, he expected the kid to be fine, physically at least, he wasn’t so sure about anything else. “Laying awake in bed isn’t enjoyable.” Perhaps that’d better explain things, because Bruce was an insomniac anyway, his worry about Alex definitely didn’t help. He wonders if bringing that up now would be a bad idea, so he doesn’t.

It was a tough situation, Bruce hoped at the very least that he was helping, he couldn’t exactly do a lot right then, other than clean and redress the wounds Alex had received from his attackers. He was still worried about leaving him alone, given what he’d done and what had come to light. The compassionate soul in Bruce couldn’t let it go. He hated seeing people suffer like this.

“There are others who stop by, but they have their own lives to live and…well, I’m not the easiest person to get along with.” Bruce sighs, “my sons know this too well and prefer me in small doses these days…as Richard likes to joke.” He chuckled, shaking his head a little and he looked down at his hands. They checked in on him and he did the same. “I don’t particularly enjoy quiet on bad days, too much going on up here for it to be pleasant.” He gestures to the side of his head as he speaks . His eyes move up again watching Alex. 

[spiderben2011]

The Knight & the Jedi (Closed RP w/@fromxbeginningxtoxend)

Ahsoka didn’t know where she was at. One minute she was fleeing from a group of Clone soldiers, who were trying to kill her, the next she found herself here. In this city. A city that she didn’t recognize and a city that she could sense wasn’t like any city she’s been to. She got to her feet and looks around, wondering where she’s at.

She stops when she saw a group of armed men, who appeared to be waiting for someone. Waiting for perhaps who they’re working for?

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[batmanwholxughs]

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      { ⛓ } -- Infiltrating was as effortless as breathing - quite literally, when it’s the perfect adjacent of one’s own Batcave from their universe. But this was currently empty, and ignorantly defenceless as the Batman of the current Universe was out indulging in his fantasies of vengeance and crimefighting. Following the tracks of a wild goose chase the Batman Who Laughs set with a few amenable pawns, while sculking in the shadows as a cowled crusader does best. Hilariously enough to him, the butler of the establishment never discovered his presence, remaining blissfully unaware while the password to the Batcave was entered, and locked from behind.

But it was awfully tedious to remain concealed when brimming with schemes, and amusement to unleash upon the Earth - Starting with Gotham. Footsteps sauntered to the nearest equipment Bruce held in his armoury, peering through all sorts of boxes until he came across the man’s batarangs. With a devilish smile, and tilt of the head, Laughs swiftly replaced the current weapons, with a duplicate of his own make. He shoved the old batarangs within his coat, then returned near the entrance. Tapping dangerously sharp nails along the counter of the main computer base, a giggle escaped the former-vigilante, and intentionally, a single hand extended to smash against the keyboard.

Alerting the sensors and most of all, Batman.

[josephinesrphub]

@fromxbeginningxtoxend

Alice struggles against her restraints, glaring darkly at the man who was keeping her captive. "Wretched imposter. Let me go!"" She spoke, watching as the man in black spoke into a camera, voice echoing outside. He was broadcasting her capture to the entire city.

She huffs, struggling more against her restraints. He came back to her, after finishing his broadcast and tightened her restraints to keep her from getting free. She sighs and shuts her eyes, allowing herself to drift away to Wonderland. Soon enough, she was unconscious, and unresponsive. She knew Batman would show up eventually. Or at least she hoped he would.

[of-quinn]

Restless bones kept her moving, fingers tapping along her arms while pacing back and forth. She was so used to jumping into it, if something was needed in the past Harley never hesitated, with or without the word. She supposed that was what made her both useful and annoying to the Joker. But Bats was a drastically different guy, reckless behavior wasn't his style, nor did he intentionally put others in danger for the benefit of himself. It was something she admired but also, due to situations like this, found irritating. Easily a few more hits to that broken nose would have a confession... well she supposed she would have to worry about the others first. Okay, so maybe it was a little more complicated.

Her lips parted to say something, but his gesture made her remain silent and even stop her restless pacing as she lowered herself down to get a better look. "What do you think it is?" Her voice was nothing but a whisper this time. Batman had a point, it was too weird, this whole situation, the number of people in the area- small but also large. And above all, someone she had already run into previously. "You think they got more scouting out the area?"

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     The busted look of the man’s nose had all but taken Harley’s attention away from Batman. She could feel her lips lifting upward into a smirk of triumph at the damage she had managed to do in such a small amount of time before she had been pulled off. Though… now that she looked back on it, she wasn’t quite sure what it was about the man that had set her off in such a fit of rage- eh, maybe it had been his face or somethin’. It did bring forth the question, why was he here? Of all the places in Gotham, he so happen to be with the group they were watching. Nah, it didn’t add up.

     “Yeah, I think you’re right.” The words felt weird leaving her lips, given the fact she would take up any opportunity to argue or disagree with him. “Oooh, can I get that information, we can play good cop bad cop! I wanna be the bad cop, oh please, please, pleeeeaaaase!”

[twcfaces]

@fromxbeginningxtoxend from x

"He doesn't even have his face---!"

Two-Face's omnipresent rage had nowhere to go. For his own safety, and what remained of his sanity, he'd been restrained with the most humane care possible, but it wasn't very pretty. No matter how soft and flexible they professed to be, cuffs were cuffs, straps were straps, and a chair was a chair, even if it was all for the purpose of keeping him safe. After all, the most likely target of Harvey's outrage was himself.

He'd gone from protecting Gotham, to actively threatening it. Commissioner Gordon and Batman had been the ones to bring him in, but not before he could hurt, betray, and terrorize a great deal of the city.

The situation had gone from talking him down, to taking him down, and it was hardly an easy matter.

Now, he was enraged, perpetually in pain, no amount of apologies able to soothe away what he'd been so afraid was going to come bursting out of him- and it had, in one fell swoop, it had destroyed Harvey Dent's sense of self, at his most righteous, at his most vulnerable.

He just couldn't be there anymore, the same way he couldn't be there when his father abused him, the same way he couldn't be there when he needed to fight back. Someone else simply assumed control, while he was buried under sedatives and painkillers.

"Bruce, babe, I've been inside Harvey much longer than you have. Since he was little little. Ten years old, probably. Like an invisible friend he tried to throw away. But he couldn't. He was terrified of me, Bruce. Terrified.

But you knew he was nuts, right? All the weird little headaches, the forgetting things happened.

All that matters is that we're here now, and Harvey is snug in here with me. Begging me on his hands and knees not to hurt you."

He stretched a bit, getting a little more comfortable.

"I can't hurt you, obviously. But I wish he'd stop."

[averagetm]

      𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦.    ( @fromxbeginningxtoxend ) [ CAREFUL ]  one muse is recovering from minor injuries,  so the other takes charge and makes them stay still while they have slow,  sensual sex. 

             ❛❛ You know  . . .  ❜❜     her words were a gentle ushering,   moving underneath the covers until she had managed to slip herself on top of her beloved   (  and as she sat up a little straighter,  the sheets and blankets rolled off her back and exposed her to the cooler temperatures of the bedroom  . . .  )   ❛❛ There have been a few moments,  where I’ve thought about withholding sex each time that you get injured.  ❜❜    her attention fell onto the injuries he had sustained the evening prior  ;    the tips of her fingers ghosting upon the bruises taking form upon his skin.    ❛❛ And then I realized that we’d probably never fuck again.  ❜❜     she snorted a little,  though a soft smile tilted her lips,   one hand placing upon her thigh as the other rubbed sleep from his eyes.

             A subtle movement against his body,  a shiver of anticipation crawling itself along her spine as she felt him pressing against her  ;  the only thing separating the two from being closer that of their underwear.     For a brief moment,   her eyes closed as she imagined what might transpire between the two in the next few moments,   how she craved to feel him inside of her,   to have his hands upon her flesh and gripping at alabaster skin.   Artemis’ fingers placed themselves upon his body when they were no longer near tender skin,   lowering until they teased the skin above his underwear,   giving it a little tug as if asking for permission   -   if he was in too much pain,    if he didn’t want for the two of them to do this at the moment,   she would stop without a second thought.

             ❛❛ No.  No.   I’m not going to be the reason why your injuries are getting worse.  ❜❜     one hand placed itself to his shoulder when he moved to sit up   -    being dominant was not in her nature,   it made her uncomfortable and embarrassed.       Yet she felt herself fine within his presence,  her heart thrumming against her chest as his underwear was tugged down his legs,   her own joining somewhere within the sheets   -   leaving her in nothing more than one of his shirts whilst her hips lazily rolled against him  ;    teasing him as to what would eventually transpire.

             A deep breath was taken into her lungs,   her head tilting against his palm when he reached up to cup at her features  -   lips pressing against the calloused skin,  before looking at him from half – lidded eyes.     ❛❛ I want y’ to feel good  . . . so if it’s too much,   tell me  . . .  ❜❜     for all her flirtations and the needs she had building inside of her,   she cared so much about him.    Another movement of her hips before one hand slipped between the two of them,   her heart accelerating as fingers wrapped around his length,  guiding him until she was able to lower herself onto him.

             A moan drew from lips as pleasure threatened to erase her thoughts,   each inch pushed inside of her body had her knees turning weak ——  Was she hallucinating?   It felt as though he was reaching deeper inside of her?  Or was that just the position  . . . ?    Against her ears,   she could hear him groan,   hand upon her thigh tightening as his hips pushed upwards,   making her whimper in response.      ❛❛ I love you so much  . . .  ❜❜     her words were a shaken whisper once he was inside of her completely,  needing a moment to gather herself.

[infinitejxst]

Ethan looked up and around with an expression of near-wonder, taking in every nook and cranny of the cave. It seemed an appropriate joke. Giant bat. Giant cave. But he didn't laugh, he'd just remembered his own base and shook his head with a wry smile and turned to face said giant bat.

" It reminds me of my own... office, so to speak. Except mine is a giant golden monument floating in the clouds. I doubt you have one of those here? No Supreme, no Supremacy. "

A pain throbbed at the front of his head which he rubbed the bridge of his nose to try and get rid of but his face just winced, " a headache. There's something I've only ever read about. "

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[ask-thedepressedkidatthetable]

“That’s for always thinking you were so much better than us!” Dion swung, the bar connecting solidly with his temple. Even with the other henchmen holding the chair in place, he was nearly sent to the floor. You could always count on people’s hatred he supposed. It felt silly now, him and Dion had traded food from the vending machines and bitched about all the same people, but making just a dollar or two more with some imaginary authority really bred hatred. Funny.

Alex had to give them credit, while they were so fucking far off the mark, they were connecting dots. From what he’d taken out of their rambling, his story would have been this: That he’d left Wayne Enterprises, not without prospects, but because he’d been scouted. It kind of sounded like there was a step or two because Batman “hired” him, but it was kind of hard to pick up when your head was pounding hard enough to make you see black spots. Great. When did people start watching him so closely? He was nothing. A sad little nobody.

They hadn’t been watching him of course. It was just a bit of luck with the pulled feeds from street lights and their cameras in that part of town. Drop offs, safe houses, that sort of thing. Right place, right time. For them at least.

He was screwed. They’d put out some crappy ransom, thinking it meant something. Bruce wasn’t coming for him. It’d be idiotic if he did. He was self righteous, not stupid. Even though Alex hadn’t said a word about him, it’d make sense to assume he’d sold him out, trying to avoid torture. Blood had stained his shirt when the filmed the video. Now it went across his jeans and shoes, blending in with old blood stains.

Alex sighed. Well, whatever, right? It wasn’t how he wanted to go, but you had to deal with the fucking hand you were dealt. He’d handled the situation gracefully at least. It was a small comfort. Time went on, and he began drifting in and out of consciousness until he felt his body being hoisted from the chair. The lights overhead were on- when had that happened? It was bright. Really fucking bright. “Whoa.” Whoa. Alex stumbled, somehow managing it in the complete support of Bruce’s arms. ‘Coward.’ His thoughts supplied. ‘Weak.’ His hands shook and the boy choked out a laugh. He felt like total shit and that usually meant good things.

Batman- Bruce, no, couldn’t call him that anymore. He’d lost any privileges of familiarity for all the trouble he’d caused- seemed angry. Really angry. It kind of made Alex want to crawl out of his skin and hide in a dark hole for a few thousand years if he was honest. “Shit.” He was in so much trouble, wasn’t he? Oh- they were moving. He was moving. Kind of. If adding in a step of his own every fifteen or so could be counted. Where were they going?

Please not the hospital! Or Batman’s, honestly. He .  .  . He’d handle this himself. He was fine. Nothing- Right, choke down the nausea- nothing he wasn’t going to deal with his goddamn self. “Take me home.” Alex said, honestly having no idea how it came out. He’d dissociated from the situation ages ago and couldn’t seem to pull himself back. Why would he want to anyway? It’d just freak him out. “I’m going home.”

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[thegirlwondcr]

Closed Starter w/ @fromxbeginningxtoxend

There was a list of cons to not having connections with her biological family. Some of those cons being more emotionally driven, such as missing out on those classic family memories she’s seen in movies. Other cons were simply not getting a run down of the family history and biology. Along with the lack in maternal figures in her present in her current living situation, it all  added up to this one terrible, god-awful moment.

“Bruce.” Maybe she shouldn’t even tell him. Maybe this was one of those things she simply doesn’t have to tell him. Could she just pretend like nothing was happening for a bit? It’s not like he’s asked about it before, so what should give her the idea that it was even appropriate for her to talk to him about this? “It happened.” Maybe he would just have no clue what she was talking about and carry on with his day? After all, he probably had a pretty busy day of work ahead and this was probably something that did not need to take his attention away from that. Then again, she currently looked like she saw a ghost.

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@fromxbeginningxtoxend continues from here:

“Oh?” A smile traces her lips. “Concerned is a strong word, Batman.” Erin exaggerates. She won’t admit, but she has warmed up to him a bit. In her own weird sense, bothering him was a way of showing endearment. Within means, of course. “But, yeah. If you want to use ‘concerned’, we’ll call it that.”

It’s been a while since she’s seen her more angry mentor, a thought that Erin’s been trying to put on the back burner for a while now. It has gotten easier to think less about him though, ever since she’s been following the caped crusader around. But to say she's completely forgotten about Redhood would be an understatement.

Nevertheless, Erin had managed to follow Bruce all the way up and across a couple of buildings. Stopping just short a ways from their destination. She was hoping for action, but it had turned into more of a stakeout than anything else. Something her patience was less than willing to wait for.

“How long are we supposed to be watching this place?” She questions, though it sounded more of like a complaint. “Nothing has happened!”