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theblackcanarybird.

    Dinah’s dark painted lips formed a thin line as she watched the other woman in leather. Clearly, from her body language alone, she enjoyed to toy with other people. Black Canary on the other hand didn’t mess around. She was blunt, she was gritty and she was brutal. Simply put, you either came in willingly or she knocked a few teeth out. She didn’t like the position the other woman put her in. “Wait.” She finally called out. “Tell me. I’m sure even you would want this guy off the streets.” Dinah said to her, hoping to play into the woman’s selfish side.

shockingly so--- it WORKED. however she’d bend the rules of society to fit into her routine, there was a thin line she’d walk between but never cross; and those who did were not people she’d fancy to see flaunting about on the streets. ❛ i never liked clowns. ❜ more specifically so that one; but this was hardly about her fondness for him & more about what the little weasel stole from her. ❛ glad you changed your mind, i thought this could use a woman’s touch, ❜ crooked corners beckon as she hops off the parapet, claws removing a folded paper off her cleavage. ❛ sorry, no utility belt. ❜ an offering, number and street marked with ink. ❛ i’ll meet you at this address. word of advice? try a physical warm-up before you venture into mad land... you’re gonna need it. ❜ 

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oh my god my wifi is so bad, but replies will be coming tomorrow when they fix this shit i promise, already missing y’all! starts singing be prepared

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maxxicollins.

“You’re so precious…. Hello?”

❛ she seems to like you. ❜ the echo of her voice lingers, saccharine timbre; sole of leather boots scraping against the snow crumpled up in the pavement. ❛ a bit cold to be out, though. ❜ an ill, intermittent wind blew an occasional thin spray of cold droplets, rustling through dark waves, but she remains still. 

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jaycetodd.

“Why would anyone sleep at night? You can get so much done. I don’t so much believe in black and white, everything’s grey until you apply your own morality, no? For example, I don’t know how you got that money, but if you returned it then that might make how you acquired it justified. Similarly, if I took it from you so that I could return it because you won’t, then to me that’s the right thing to do, you see?”

❛ can you, darling? i know i do. ❜ men, right?  all EGO bubbling to surface; frankly, it would offend her if it wasn’t so goddamn predictable. all that chatter too; struggling to DISTANCE himself from the fallen martyr, he’s still a breathing reminder of him —– minus the guns. and the trail of corpses. ❛ you boys are all the same. ❜ she drawls, claws caressing her nape in vexation; long nights, too long--- skin scraped at every edge ached, bruised knuckles did too, but she could still outrun him ( if she desired too ) this wasn’t the first & wouldn’t be the last time. ❛ you could, but i get the feeling that’ll be just as boring. ❜ blue orbs roll backwards, not bothering with pleasantries as she tosses him a key. ❛ you want it?  go fetch. if you’re lucky, MAYBE you’ll get there in time. ❜ 

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scarletarchery.

“Easy there, never EVER walk in front of an archer when they have their bow drawn.”

❛ i’m a big girl, honey--- i think i can handle a pointy stick. but thanks for the tip. ❜

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batsgrl.

“Still illegal. Oh, then why are you here?”

❛ ah--- that. yeah, bats & bird boy were arguing outside about... i don’t care & there was too much testosterone for me to stick around... so i sneaked in through the window. i thought you could use someone willing to do illegal things to smuggle you out of this dump, anyhow. ❜ 

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Selina Kyle 

Poison Ivy: Cycle of Life and Death

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beastiewyd.

        he wrinkled his nose as she questioned why he would move to gotham city, of all places. he knew the stigma that surrounded gotham, but he wasn’t afraid of the danger. in fact, he welcomed the opportunity to help others. and help was something that gotham desperately needed. “i’m not afraid of any of these crazy villains. we have our fair share of crime in jump city, between mother mae eye, the brain, mad mod.” slight pause. “slade… the list goes on and on, bruh.”

uh-oh; red flags popped up bright at her peripheral--- this little DRENCHED excuse of a human was radiating good intentions & misplaced heroism. ❛ even so, do be careful--- you never know what kind of WEIRDOS you might bump into. ❜ like no other than herself, undoubtedly. pernicious gaze flicks sideways to catch a glimpse, alight with amusement. ❛ anyways, thanks for he ride... see ya around kiddo!  ❜ a sultry undertone slips--- catwoman’s dialogue. a wave of her hand, loud CLICKING as she struts towards a large hotel door. “good afternoon miss.kyle”. CHEERFUL greeting offered by the doorman, tipping his hat in acknowledgement. ❛ hello, freddie. ❜

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beastiewyd.

“something like that,” he huffed, turning his head to carefully eye the woman who was now accompanying him on his walk. he carefully and discreetly (so he liked to think) gave the air around her a little sniff before he turned his attention back to the ground. honestly, it looked much more appealing than the sky. “i’m from jump city. not too far from here.”

a wisp of swirling air toys with her RAVEN haired mane ( why was there a scent of wet dog so suddenly? well... it was gotham. ) s t e p s loose & calculated, cooling off her trail. ❛ you came to gotham willingly?  ❜ a hint of skepticism wavers her docile timbre, brows arched. ❛ are you some kind of thrill seeker? ‘cause i’d start with metropolis, kiddo. ❜

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jaycetodd.

“Well, that could logic could go one of two ways. Either you return it, and it’s no longer ‘stolen money’. Or, you keep it, and the stolen money just transfers thieves. And I feel that I shouldn’t have to ask this of anyone but you, but do you feel like doing the right thing  or the wrong thing this time?”

head TILTS to the side, brow raising & a scoff leaving her lips, tongue lingering on the RIDGES of her tusks. ❛ the right thing... ❜ she repeats in sheer mockery, lashes resting upon cheekbones, half-lidded evergreens peer over her shoulder. ❛ is it easier to sleep at night if you PAINT everything black and white? ❜

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batsgrl.

“Nope, stealing in general is pretty illegal. Even if what you stole was already stolen.”

❛ yeah, yesh it’s just from another petroleum industry , i’m sure they won’t even notice--- besides, that’s not why i’m here, nestling. ❜

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beastiewyd.

“Is it ever sunny in this city?” Garfield asked, mostly to himself. He preferred to be called Beast Boy (or some variation) or by his last name, Logan. His green eyes glowed as he looked around, footsteps making a light crunching sound as they ground into the gravelly pavement.

stilettos click along CRISP pavement as she gingerly steps around puddles, the collected mist on its surface cast down to earth in a hundred rain drops. ❛ if you don’t know any better than to ask that question, i gather you’re new here? ❜ gloved hands maneuver her dark umbrella, a RUBY simper veiling any & all thoughts.

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└ Harley Quinn

Hee…That’s so cute. You think you’re scary. But mister, I’ve seen scary. And you ain’t got his smile.