#toconquerfear

[arkhamtoknight]

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“Kid, what are you doing in my house..?”

[thedemonsdaughter]

toconquerfear

  I don’t like the show much (I haven’t seen but...

season one was tolerable, season two is.. a mess.

I only made it three eps into season one?  I expected it to be more like a GCPD show-- like a procedural Law and Order style cop drama in Gotham with minimal Bruce Wayne/Batman but that’s clearly not what they’re going for. 

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Closed starter for toconquerfear // The bat and the bird

@toconquerfear

There was a child in front of the club.

Oswald has no doubt it was a child, he had peeked through the curtains to make sure it wasn’t just a short, skinny man (the figure wasn’t even two inches shorter than him, as much as that anoyed him). So, what was a child doing standing alone outside the closed club, trying to protect himself from the heavy rain against the door?

The kid wasn’t a street rat, he was well groomed, and his clothes were expensive. So probably lost then. The mobster sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to go home with the bloody child getting a pneumony in his portal.

So he opened the door and stuck his head outside. “Y-you are going to drown out there, young man. Want to... to make a call or something?” After all, if the kid was from a rich family, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone important indebted with him.

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@toconquerfear

“If this bullet kills me, you win. If it doesn’t, I win and you lose everything. Sounds like a good deal, don’t you think?”

[thedemonsdaughter]

It wasn’t the first such party she had attended, but it was one of the first where she wasn’t the youngest person in the crowd.  Talia accompanied her father to the gala hosted at the Gotham City Museum of Modern Art, a charity fundraiser attended by the elite and rich of the city and surrounding areas, with the purported purpose of feeding the children of the city by providing lunches and dinners during holiday breaks when school lunches would be unavailable to them.  Unfortunately, only thirty percent of the ticket prices and donations would ever see their end goal-- as the League had discovered more than one instance of embezzlement within the organization.  But that was precisely why Ra’s-- under the alias Raymond Head-- and his daughter Talia were in attendance.  They would find the corruption for themselves, and further their plans to end it.

Besides, it would be a good occasion for Talia to stretch her wings, her father had thought, and there was no reason why a young woman should not be allowed to enjoy herself in polite company; provided she did not forget the reason why they had come in the first place.

The museum was decorated with holly and ivy, large red and gold bows, huge twenty foot Christmas trees, ornately bedecked-- almost as ornately as those in attendance.

Talia herself, only sixteen, wore a gown of deep emerald.  The long sleeves were made of intricate lace, the same lace that covered her shoulders and collar, dipping into a V at the decolletage where it met the green velvet of the bodice of the dress.  She wore a scant few jewels, only one ring-- knotted gold-- on her pinky finger, and an off-center gold necklace set with an emerald.  Her dark hair was worn down, spilling like ink over her shoulders, only just held back out of her face by a gold and jade comb.

After making the first few sociable rounds with her father, she left to his discussions with several heads of various boards and other potentially unscrupulous investors, Talia made her way to the largest of the Christmas trees, and stood back to consider it for a moment before something else caught her eye-- a boy, younger than she was (and shorter at that), who immediately piqued her curiosity.  What was he doing here? And seemingly unaccompanied? 

Tracking him with her green eyes, she smiled a small smile, an enticing smile, to see if he would read it as the invitation it was-- to see if she could get him to come talk to her.

@toconquerfear

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@toconquerfear replied to your post “Sooo ppl are planing on boycotting star wars bc finn is black ...”

please tell me you're joking....

Wish I was but nope. Saw an article about it

[themerrymutants]

Bea: 'I pretend not to be listening to Bruce's thoughts when I so am.'

What kind of "character shaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

Currently: Accepting

@toconquerfear

“It’s not my fault you practically shout,” he countered not even looking up from the news paper he’d been reading.

[themerrymutants]

"I'm only protecting you, do you understand?"

Undertale Starter Meme

Currently: accepting

@toconquerfear

“I understand, I don’t like it but I understand,” Bea murmured.

[themerrymutants]

"Bea, relax." Bruce warned, had firmly on the other's shoulders. "You're home, in the mansion, with me and Alfred and Dick, okay? You're fine." He said calmly. "I know you can hear me, you're in my head, I can't shut you out. I'm fine- you're fine."

Bea’s eyes were unfocused seeming to look through Bruce rather than at him. It had been a long time since he’d had an episode like this and God knows he was trying. He was trying so hard to calm himself back down.

Trying. I’m trying, he managed to send. He needed to calm himself back down. He could end up scaring himself into an asthma attack.

[themerrymutants]

&

Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Currently: accepting

@toconquerfear

Bea froze as Bruce’s fingers traced a small scar just under his ribcage. It was almost a perfect long oval. 

“I got that there,” he replied. ‘There’ was his code for Project Enigma. A way to talk about it without having to actually acknowledge it. “Combat training. FA-07 had these sharp leg like things on their back. She wanted to see what they could do and decided to use me as a guinea pig. There was a healer on hand just in case. She didn’t want me dead--yet. As it turned out not only were these leg things good weapons, the also contained a venom. Amazing how quickly people can come up with an anti-venom when the life of an important clone was on the line.”

[themerrymutants]

Bruce kisses Bea in the cheek before walking off nonchalantly.

“I’m still mad at you!” he called after him with a fond smile. I love you.

[themerrymutants]

"It's not really that scary, Bea. I'm going to have take you to a Hamlet showing- it's really good, promise." He reached over and wrapped a blanket around the other boy while the opening number played.

@toconquerfear

He wasn’t quite convinced of it not being that scary but he trusted Bruce, and knew that he was sometimes kind of silly when it came to things that bothered him.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he was wrapped up in a blanket blushing ever so slightly.

[themerrymutants]

He chuckled softly, nestled more into the blankets and pillows. "It's one of the better Disney films, I'll give it that. I'm partial to the Lion King- it has a lot of similarities with Shakespeare's Hamlet."

@toconquerfear

“Lionkinkindascaresme,” he admitted. Especially Scar. Gaston was cartoony enough not to be scary. Scar...Scar was scary.

[themerrymutants]

He leaned forward to hit the play button on the dvd player, the remote probably lost beneath all the blankets. "so, you like Beauty and the Beast, huh?"

“Yeah,” he replied. “I like the songs. They’re nice.”

[themerrymutants]

He pulled the boy over closer and snuggled in between him and the pillows. "See, better. Should I start the movie?"

He blushes a bright red as Bruce pulled him closer. HOW DO BREATHE? “Y-yeah.”

[themerrymutants]

He crawled inside the fort and buried himself in blankets. "This is nice. You coming in?"

@toconquerfear

Beacon nodded vigorously crawling in after him. “Hope it’s ok. Iggy had to help.”