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Robert Pattinson as Bruce Wayne  /  The Batman (2022)

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when she alludes that he'll likely be alone he nods , and another small smile pulls. understanding and acceptance settle upon features. blue eyes rounding as his brows raise. ' i'm used to moments spent by myself ... you don't need to adjust your schedule for me ' his fingers go to lift and comb through hair , brushing back some blonde strands that fall in face. ' i'd just need my luggage a few other needs ... nothing too complicated all my work can be done remotely '

the most he's doing is looking over prototypes - lucius has taken over the bulk of work , insisting that bruce continue to be the figurehead. in truth , lucius fears that this work would cause bruce to somehow retreat inwards once again. though this line of work so different from his nights spent on gotham streets. there's also another project in the works , one that's more from a personal vantage.

true that FOXARK did indeed provide the perfect cover for bruce's needs - though , the work done for the people of gotham was deemed the first priority.

' bike ? ' the words cause a lift in tonality , and cheeks round as his eyes soften ever so. his first passion , ' are you telling me you have a motorcycle ? ' adjusts self in seat ever so as he leans back , ' i should have brought my own '

we're more alike than i thought , though perhaps reading that file would have prepared me for that realization. there's parts of myself that i think about unveiling - at a later time. is it fair that i allow myself to think seriously about this? i've been alone for so long that i'm not quite sure how to let someone in. i can barely manage to attempt to have some semblance of a relationship with my brother. there's still so much damage that lives inside , and while i'm good at covering that up - i've lost who i am. there is no bruce wayne - it's easier to accept that. instead there are parts that are pulled from another life and strewn together.

there's the slight wavering of features , the eyes that then flicker the darkest blue as something else takes over. he falters for a few moments , footing lost. exhaustion evident as he works through the doubts and fears that have plagued him his whole lifetime. there's a struggle , a pressing of fingers to mouth as he fights his fears and the man he used to be. jaw clenches and he clears throat , instead choosing to accept the fears that have been brought to light. it's easier - or so he tells himself.

' the traveling ' bruce manages , ' i think i'm tired ' hands then running over face as he rubs eyes and temples ' i'm sorry ' the words somewhat rushed , an apology he's sure she's said before. ' amazing how long you can keep going ... sometimes you never realize just how tired you are '

that they are. expectation that became a weight on lara's shoulders to carry without her own consent. she could lose herself in the compromises she made and the intricacies of her public image, much of the latter was out of her own control, marionetted into british aristocracy because she was supposed to. lara's ever grateful for roth and jonah, for her own father, for who she is now, a person that carved her way out of the carnage of fraudulent constructs, and she still continues to drag herself away and shape herself in an image she could face in a mirror. to carve out a new pedestal into the stone of tradition and create a new foundation for the legacy she's supposed to represent, and not lose herself in the process, although she suspects much of her is already lost, and she keeps what's left close to her chest away from the prying eyes and the expectations.

lara's shoulders fall as she laughs, pushing down on her bones to press a little airy sound past her lips and her eyes roll along the ceiling's fixtures, before she turns to bruce and sweeps the fallen strand of her out of her eyes, ❝ a first for us ... it's good thing i'm fond of taking risks then. ❞ she waves a hand around the study, along the displayed artifacts and arsenal mounted on the wall from her travels. her features sober up slowly as they return to the ' terms of their arrangement ' , eyes creasing at the inner corners as a faint squint passes her features, her lids narrow, then relax as he lands on the very same word she'd conjured up herself. ❝ right, of course, it can't seem too rehearsed. ❞ lara points out as she clasps her hands together tightly and presses them to her knee, nearly frowning at how unnatural the sentence she just spoke sounded. it was certainly not how she wanted to refer to well, this. she recoils at her internal perceptions. she's usually better with words than this.

as he leans forward she mirrors him by sitting closer to the edge of her seat, moving her forearms to lay upon the length of her thighs as her hands hang off her knees, folded almost protectively upon herself. his body reverberates in nerves she could sense just from sitting across from, just as she found herself smiling when did, she's now literally and figuratively at the edge of her seat, not as open as she expects to be. ❝ oh. ❞ lara pushes off her knees as her hand releases the other to clasp the back of her neck, gaze averts for a moment as she considers his ask, he didn't really ask , not yet anyways.

her fingers still along her nape as he goes on, and lara's anticipation melts into ripples across the surface. she's visibly altered by the request but does her best to quickly compose herself, ❝ you'd like to stay here. ❞ in the manor, lara repeats, just to make sure she's heard him correctly, and considers his request. she hardly leaves the study and when she does it's to hike or train. ❝ i don't mind, i just think you'll find i'm not that much of good company. i don't do much here besides work. ❞ she dispels the ripples with a little pebbles, thinking ahead for the week and the total upheave of her usual routine, and presses a smile on her lips as she rubs along the bones and digs a little with blunt nails, ❝ i don't mind. i think it's a good idea. i can have one of the rooms ready for you by the end of the day. ❞ a beat, she chews on her lower lip thoughtfully, ❝ i'd offer to come with you and help bring your luggage here but i usually come out here on my bike. i can have a car sent, though, if you'd like. ❞ and so it starts, the first bits of herself peek through the fold.

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a small smile is pulled , the slight coloring of cheeks as he nods ever so slightly. the reminder of said fog clearly seem upon windowpanes as the promise of rain isn't far off. ' perhaps , people sort of loose themselves in that smog ' time , there's never enough of it. he's finding that the hours seem like minutes as his work is never finished. in a few more hours whatever sunlight that peeks beneath clouds will go down , and gotham will be lit up with various neon signs.

' i take it as it comes ... positivity ' bruce clarifies ; tone generous in it's wording as humor gently accents. of course there a moments in which he finds that this mask that now sits is a necessary , and this is one of those moments. quite a feat to meld into whatever one wants from him , - he's getting better at knowing just how to comfort a person so.

while violence and cruelty ruled gotham there was of course a need for compassion , kindness - he digs deep to get there. it's exhausting as is everything he does. will there ever come a day when he can truly be who he wants to be ?

my eyes are rimmed with the slightest exhaustion , makeup covers the bruises that frame my jawline , and there's a cut to my chest that needs a change of bandaging. i change the subject , and distract myself from another life.

' how do you like the university ? ' since the flooding gotham university has remained operational ; remote learning becoming popular as the classrooms and lecture halls slowly open. ' it's been difficult , since the flood '

❝ so you had a bad day, there’s always tomorrow. ❞

she knows better than to take a 'tomorrow' for granted.    how could she?  it is a thing that has been promised  &&   taken too many times,  untrustworthy regardless of how it always seems to turn up in the end.  (   she has the to mark the tomorrows she missed out on,  where bullet stole far too much time,  and maeve has never been a slow student.  )    ❝ there's no point in waiting for tomorrow to fix things when there's still plenty of today left. ❞

smile,  whilst small,  comes with easy warmth that only seems to harshly clash with the lines beneath large brown eyes.

it'll be fine.  she's survived plenty worse than days like this.  ❝ gotta cling onto that positivity,   @batfall. ❞    there are plenty of days to come no matter what would be easiest,  and maeve has far too much work to get on with to allow herself to collapse every time a hurdle knocks the air from her lungs.  ❝ frown too much and you'll start matching the gotham smog. ❞

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you too now? 🥺

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there's the careful arch of brow , baited breath as he listens. ' this joker isn't an issue - copycats in gotham aren't anything new ... this guy thinks that by getting to me that he'll finish what edward nashton started - the message of the true joker getting scrambled in the process ... ' bruce careful with words , for there have been nights in which he runs into these clown-heads , men who have misconstrued arthur's message (his brother, the eldest wayne heir) , and now seek revenge upon the youngest wayne heir.

corruption so muddled that as she brings harvey dent into the equation he then inhales , ' two face ? - ' bruce doesn't yet know how to feel about that one - nights faced with a different perspective , he then decides to just let that sentence settle between them.

' there's always been more to gotham than just corruption ... people working against one another to live ' when he then clears throat and his fingers go to comb through hair. ' are you talking about hosts ? ' timbre drops , what they talk about isn't exactly improbable. long ago he had accepted the notion that the universe was infinite. that earth was just one of many planets to inhabit life.

religion had an interesting tie to gotham , starting with the founding families , and quickly resulted in a panic that spread. the burning of witches as religion fed campaigns on various persons and slaughter swamp.

so much i hide , my features do their best to mirror her own ; my own movements orchestrated with a type of innocence and nothing is betrayed. the truth about who the joker is , the tie to my own namesake. though , i'll admit those doppelgängers have been an annoyance. alas proving to be only that. my eyes widen , as blue replaces the grey and my lenses continue to record this meeting. this mask is nothing but that , and i have no true tie to the man before her.

' more is at work than just corruption and crime ? ... yes , i believe you '

rose chewed on her lip contemplatively, her mind running rampant with possibilities- she takes a sharp breath , closing her eyes to hone her focus into the weapon it was. she looked to bruce now , eyes hard and glittering with brilliance, ❛ lets start with what we know first , people have been disappearin’ right? an’ that don’t stand out too much ‘round here alone but, you think there’s somethin’ else goin’ on here- somethin’ more than say two-face or joker. . . yeah? ❞ her voice trails off , she looks up and holds bruces gaze for a brief, intense second . ❛ in my experience when things start goin' a bit mental, aliens are involved, lucky for us, I’ve got a little somethin’ to help us along. ❞ rose pulled a slim, leather thing from inside her jacket and flipped it open to @batfall . ❛ slightly psychic paper, shows who ya show it to whatever they want or expect to see. handy for gettin’ into places we shouldn’t . 's no torchwood cover story , couldn't half do with that brilliant toshiko sato right 'bout now . . . ❞

shes moving on quickly, sidestepping any elaboration on torchwood or who toshiko sato is exactly either . learned from the best she did , at explaining everything and nothing all at once, now shetucks the wallet back into her pocket for safe keeping. ❛ so, ❞ rose rocks back on the heels of her feet restlessly and thinks of her first doctor, the one with the big ears - hears his voice in her mind as she repeats the words he'd said to her once - what seems like a lifetime ago. ❛ do you believe me? ❞

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❛ i lost my parents, but that pain made me who i am. i'm not sure i know who i am without it, actually. i spent a lifetime trying to right the wrongs of the past – as if putting on a cape and fighting crime would bring my parents back. ❜ bruce wayne, the batman, of dc comics by syd. mutuals only. private. selective. mixed media, including heavy influence from batman (89), the batman (22), batman unburied, batman: the animated series, preboot era comics, gotham, and much more. ( © )

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a laugh falls as juliette mentions her mother , light in formation as it's generous in it's give (he hides the pain, wants to give a good ending to her night). a shared memory between them both. ' i think your mother does it more for herself ' bruce softly utters , though even with those words he already knows that they don't truly need to dwell on the subject. ' jewelry huh ? ' nose slightly crinkles , and he already wonders if it had been jewelry that had somehow been gifted in hopes that she wear it on instagram. ' wine ? ' he reaches for a clementine in bowl as he goes to peel it with fingertips. the phone shifted once more , ' well ... that can always be regifted '

the last of skin pieces palmed in hand , as he makes his way to the compost bin , and throws them in. ' i think both our parents did that ... - wine has never been something the two of us ever needed ' a slight raise to wording as his true sentiments be heard through carefully structured sentence. ' i've never liked parties but ? i would have liked to see you ... that's what always made it special ' a smile works it's way upon melancholic features that have the faint tinge of light bruising. ' big celebrations were never for us '

us said with a weight , a knowledge that reached far back into their history with one another. in previous years he had indeed attended - sitting at the edge of the table , and panic stricken when asked a question. he could manage a few hours before he came to her side and kissed her cheek with a quick ' happy birthday '

i feel less lonely on nights when she calls or when i call her. the nights dwindling as the months go on , and the two of us knowing the risk of being intertwined with one another. her mother the driving force behind my protective nature , the reason for pulling away. we both know that there are other factors , and i'm aware that the scrambling technology will only last another thirty minutes. i start the trek upstairs , climbing marble steps as phone is pressed against ear and clementine is held in the other.

' i'll have to look tomorrow ... to see what you wore , and i'm sure your mother disapproved ' another laugh as he steps into the small office that has a semblance of a 'home', and he QUICKLY inhales from the pain of that small act. ' regardless , something tells me that you were nothing short of stunning ' he can only imagine , and he hates himself for missing it - knowing that she already forgives. ' first time i wished i was there ' / @crssfre

" trust me, i don't need anything more after tonight. " the statement would sound sad from any other lips, instead you state it for what it is: a matter of fact ( shoes are shed next, heels kicked off behind you, making an echoing sound across hard wood once... twice ). " this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me all day. " that's where a slight hint of sadness echoes on your tongue. no one really knows you, it's a choice you've made & one you're sure is for the better ––– you know it's for the better, but it still stings as you think about the pile of gifts, worthless to you, that will be delivered in the morning.

there's a moment of silence, you sigh, & pick up the phone once more... taking it off speaker to prevent the echo throughout. " i got three bottles of wine, each worth over three hundred dollars... i don't even drink. then y'know... random jewelry that i wouldn't ever wear. i really don't need anything more. " you go to ascend your staircase but pause instead... eyes fall shut & you pay close attention to his cadence: if you focus hard enough, it feels like he's in the room with you ( this isn't the first time you've learned such focus... it's a requirement, one may say, of your situation to keep grounded ). " sounds like you're having just as much fun as me. "

you laugh, quietly, & head up now to your bedroom: a key is pulled from your bag, the doors themselves always locked as secondary precaution. " i definitely feel different that's for sure. " phone is placed between your ear & shoulder, it nearly slips as you chuckle at his next comment. " there's a post scheduled for tomorrow ––– to be precise. " the door swings open & you toss your bag onto the chair in the corner of your room. it's dark & yet you move around it with such ease. " you know me too well. "

you say that like it's a bad thing, but you hope he knows: you wouldn't have it any other way.

" i don't think you would've enjoyed tonight even if you could have come. " it's true, & carries something to it to ease the loneliness that sat stagnant the whole night. " hopefully next year my mom won't insist on a big party again. " you doubt it, but you smile at the thought anyways. " it's not like i'm still sixteen. "

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he pulls up a file , what the batman has gathered since the other's unfortunate spell while unconscious. ' i'm usually one to make a move rather than just loiter ' the screen turned with gloved hands as he has downloaded encrypted messages from ja dae-hyun's cell phone , all neatly projected. ' though the shadows have always helped ' he then moves from screen and steps closer to hospital bed.

' one person asked for your services ... seemed to think that you hadn't been put out of commission ' his tone flat , careful with wording. ' i've seen this name before they work for sofia falcone '

death , it wafts upon the shoreline and seeps into the air that threatens to burn lungs. how many secrets does gotham have ? how many will taken advantage of such a corrupted and gutted city ... she's eating herself , and greedy with her needs.

' how many men have you killed ? ' the batman inquires as he looks down at the other , his shoulders pulled back as his stance puts him at 6'8 - the shadows no longer pull around his very being. here , they are safe. ' do you show any mercy or have any morals when it comes to just who you're asked to kill ? '

he then looks to the message , ' someone knows i found you ... no way they'd send this if they had an inkling of what others had in store for you ... '

THE OTHER is temporary rendered UNCONSCIOUS - it’s easier this way. the streets run grey as the buildings seem rather concave. GOTHAM HERSELF leaning forward as the batman teams up with a criminal. though , the bat did believe in change , that one still had goodness within their heart. anger has no place in his heart for the time being. it could easily throw his mission off or cloud judgement. doesn’t deem JA DAE-HYUN  as worthless or worthy of death ; it’s not his place to pass judgement. a lesson that was difficult to learn but necessary.

the ride to one of his lesser known batcaves is done within FIFTEEN MINUTES. the cave under ARKHAM ASYLUM herself ‘dead man’s point’ a name for a place where few ventured. the cave a maze as it paid homage to the winchester house. the bat-mobile silent in her approach as he lowers gears , and silences motor.

’ you’ve been out for two days ’ the batman offers , cowl still overing face as he looks at the equipment which monitors the others condition. ’ looks like you needed the rest ’ before then moving to a monitor. gloved fingers flit across touchscreen , and he then looks back at ja-dae hyun.

a humorous undertone to words - the threat of a smile beneath cowl. ’ don’t even think about escaping … ’ the area disguised as a hospital ; there’s even speakers that pipe in hospital codes , nurses that say a certain doctor is needed in ICU that adds to the illusion. there’s two doors that are metallic , and give way to a waiting room. the illusion is all there. the bat then moves from screen to give ja-dae his phone. ’ it’s been uneventful - they really wanted you dead didn’t they ? ’

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her words a gift , and they fall upon ears and remain tucked away - kindhearted in her nature as if sunlight poured through her very fingertips. the sun pales in comparison , and he the better for being in her very presence. there was the faint thrum of unrest , one could feel it within the earth. if he were to meet his death tomorrow he would know that he had in fact been loved.

' a lionheart ? ' brows raise ever so and his words are laced with gentle affection. ' you think too highly of me ' disbelief and awe mix as his hand goes to then reach for her fingertips and he then guides her hand to his beating heart. ' you always have ' his grey eyes gaze to capture her own gaze , and there's a coloring to cheeks that assures her of her unique hold over his very being.

' kindness is seen as a weakness ... ' words cause the slight furrowing of brow , ' my own father saw to that ' the sun settles upon their features as it accents and warms ever so. ' what will you do when it is discovered that you're harboring a fugitive ' for he knows that while he searches for his brother , and seeks to restore him to his birthright that he has brought the unknown into both their lives , ' you run , and i run .... ' gentle with words , ' our parents knew that even before we did ' a small smile skirts , ' how they fought to keep us apart '

ah,  love  -  that  is  what  she  runs  towards.  what  she  escaped  her  previous  life  in  search  of,  and  what  she  looks  for  (and  finds)  in  every  corner  of  the  earth,  every  soul  she  touches  ...  her  current  company  is  no  exception.

the  corners  of  her  lips  upturn  into  an  honest,  unstoppable  smile  as  the  word  'love'  leaves  his  lips;  as  he  dotes  verbally  on  his  brother,  there's  a  flame  of  envy  that  curls  &  licks  at  her  lungs  -  that  loyalty  doesn't  exist  within  her  forgotten  family.  (that's  why  she's  with  him,  not  them.)  she  pops  a  berry  or  two  into  her  mouth  as  she  listens,  intent  in  focus  -  swiping  off  her  empty  palms  onto  her  skirt  with  a  steady  inhale  of  breath  through  her  nose;  "anyone  who  would  have  you  banished  is  a  fool  -  look  at  you.  you're  a  hero."  her  index  finger  prods  tenderly  at  his  sternum,  thumb  tracing  over  where  his  heartbeat  is  sourced,  "you're  a  mere  man  with  a  lionheart  -  that  counts  for  everything."

her  words  are  gospel,  sealed  with  the  kindest  eyes.  she  rescinds  her  hands  to  herself,  some  sordid  nature  in  unwanted  nostalgia;  "the  world  itself  is  perfect  -  we're  the  ones  that  need  some  clarity."  the  sun,  moon  &  stars  are  hardly  those  at  fault.  "if  everyone  was  a  bit  kinder,  maybe  we'd  get  a  bit  farther  in  our  lives."      @batfall.

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his eyes fall upon her lance , and the right side of lips pulls upward ever so. a slow sort of smile as he sheathes his sword - had he truly thought there was harm he would've never done such a thing. there is power in kindness , a sort of honor that he lives his life by.

for too long he had been swathed in cruelty , his homeland made rotten as a king under the influence of a greater evil had made sure that compassion and kindness was wiped from his particular reign. he steps forward , eyes never leaving her own , very mindful about the weapon that lays dormant for the time being. ' my men find it too ... ' he looks for a word , taking his time as eyes widen ever so. ' stirring ' he lands upon a word that does not quite convey his men's sentiments.

' i think they believe that ghosts have only the power to haunt ' that smile tugs ever so slightly , and the words roll off tongue with a gentle sort of humor. ' while i have not yet made them patrol it at night , i don't think i will ... i have no wish to disturb '

his eyes then avert to the town below them , ' the people think that we angered whomever stalks these woods ' his head falls to the right as deeply inhales. ' it has not been easy ' the words vague and somewhat distant as he is the constant champion for his eldest brother and true heir. ' perhaps they fear something so divergent , something so unknown '

the words settle in and he takes his time considering them , another inhale as a sigh leaves lips , ' who am i to ask them to follow me blindly ? ' defeat and truth mix and breathe life into words as he considers that question and weighs his own influence and good name against the pure idea that he's asking those who would not normally trust to do just that , put their lives in his hands.

THE AMOUNT OF HIS MEN HAD NOT BEEN IGNORED : yet it is not why 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 , ... SHE HAD YET TO MEET HER MAKER, armies, primals, eikons, ━━━━ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃, fell by her hand. but there is desire to find another way, ( there always is, in her emphatic heart, ) &. that is why she pleads. THERE IS HOPE HIS DOES THE SAME TOO, for he has not ordered his men 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄. gaze focused, ethereal light glimmers dimly. ❝ to that, i can not give an answer. ❞ it was not out of the ordinary for her presence to be summoned, by one power or the other. ( YOU GO WHERE DUTY SEES IT FIT. ) so why here, why now? ━━━━ 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁. ... SHE DOES THE UNTHINKABLE, she lowers her lance, allows it to rest on her side. yet, grip never falters. she trusts, allowing gaze to wander, 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄. ❝ it can be quite mesmerizing indeed. but, i suppose you and your men are not here to merely admire it? ❞

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he allows for another laugh , leaving chest as it fills room. it's lighter in new york , he's noticed. his brother is adored and ? he's virtually unknown - OR if he is known it's that he's the brooding younger brother who has that company to his name. no , it's not wayne enterprises but instead FOXARK. a company that's innovative in it's expanse. a company that is also the forefront in technology while leading the charge on bringing down pharmaceutical companies.

in truth it had been easier for the latter because he wasn't greedy, - he didn't need for anything and he felt the need to help a city. ' i think it's difficult for people to trust me ' blunt as he then inhales and allows the moment to settle for just a moment more , ' i wish i could say that i was always this way but , i was less than what people needed ' he adjusts himself in chair as fingers (out of nerves) run through golden brown tresses.

' i don't know i was so wrapped in my own guilt ' bruce's eyes then fixated upon carpet and not on jenna , ' i believed what people wrote ' his eyes flickering upwards as he found a home within her gaze once more , ' that doesn't excuse away my absence from my family name ' bruce struggles.

FAMILY , i think about it and it also brings the slightest smile. here arthur is accepted no , he's a celebrity as is his family. i know that without that acceptance i'd be even far worse off. i'll have to call him tonight , let him know that it's always been appreciated. while i have FOXARK , i wonder what would have happened if we would've both been brought up in different circumstances. yet i'm always dreaming , and that dream is always disturbed.

' what's more complicated than family ? '

’ jersey ? ’ tongue hitting the roof of mouth , ’ sounds terrible ’ a humor to it all. after all , gotham sat smack dab in southern jersey. a stones throw away from atlantic city , and all the shore points.

a place where the humidity wafted - stuck to your skin , and the appearance of grey clouds in the morning accompanied the salty smell from the neighboring sea.

’ well now i trust you a bit more when it comes to new york and it’s boroughs since you’re from jersey , … like me ’ the words are kept light , and he knows that he’s coming across -exactly- the way he needs to be seen. lucious would be proud , and to that end he goes to smile once more. this smile warm and inviting as he leans back in chair and fingers go to rub jawline.

’ brookyln ’ bruce says as he then continues , ’ i like coney isalnd ’ a shrug accompanies words as fingers fall. ’ boardwalk is cheesy but ? - … we’re from jersey ’

while this interview is better than i expected , i’m still expecting the question that’s ALWAYS asked. usually formed around my parents , the loss of WE , and what my father would think. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HE’D THINK. my fingers fidget as these intrusive thoughts threaten my performance. i’m a movement away from allowing myself to loose control. i pick a hangnail , and with that pull of skin i’m brought back to the right now.

’ though you must have some questions that you have to get to ’ the hand with the ripped hangnail goes to wipe against black tailored trousers , a movement that anyone would miss. ’ because i don’t think your readers are interested in coney island ’ a laugh , it manages careless with the way it falls.

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𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 , 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. independent & private daisy jones of daisy jones and the six. headcanon based ft. tie-ins from both novel & streaming series. sung by evie , she / they , twenty eight , cst.

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Peder Severin Krøyer (1851-1909) Sea, 1904

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there's the slight remembrance of who they once were , and the reality of who they are now. it settles upon the air and lingers ever so. he allows a small smile to pull , the rounding of grey eyes as she continues.

yes , he remembers their days - the ones that made his youth a bit brighter. the two of them knowing so early on what it meant like to grieve. zatanna seeing her friend pull away as she so desperately wished to pull him back. magic , it had gone out too early , and he hadn't quite made it to one of her shows. an admittance that brings the faintest tinge of red to cheeks , and he then inhales.

' would you think me so terrible if i were to say that i hadn't seen you perform ... i know , something that i shouldn't admit ' the words cause the slight furrowing of brow as he then licks lips , and teeth pull slightly on lower lip. he's still in deep thought for a moment before continuing. the words hang upon air as they gently blow with the wind.

' i just - everything became so serious '

the words heavy , and gotham almost bends to his very ear as she hears those words. in truth , she had always meant to break his spirit - to crush his very soul until there was nothing left. yet there was something soft amid the scar tissue that traveled upon back , and gently sprawled like ivy upon his very skin.

she reminds me too much of another life , a life in which isolation didn't have a place. where i was surrounded by if not love , than the idea that it was an attainable notion. my parents weren't perfect , no one's are. though i knew the simple fact that my mother loved my father to a fault ; this love , the kind of love that devoured and turned the heart bloody. on good days i'm no longer angered , and today ? it seems to be one of those days.

' you can't always believe the tabloids ... ' humor rushes just in time as it quells a prickled throat , and hides his sadness well. ' they also think i dwell in shadows and bell towers .... - a sort of phantasmic existence ' he laughs , ' i think they think i'm some sort of creature from the black lagoon - or maybe that i'm part werewolf ' another laugh , ' anything to keep me from being real '

never  go  back  to  gotham.  she  thought  that,  too,  many  times.  couldn’t  even  consider  that  gloomy  city  her  home  and  the  mind  would  attempt  to  change  the  past  and  make  it  seem  like  it  never  was.   like  her  family’s  legacy  was  not  physically  bound  to  that  earth  as  if  it  was  some  cursed  place  or  similar.  but  new  york  remained  in  her  heart  as  much  as  gotham,  as  much  as  the  horrid  asylum  she  grew  close  to,  as  much  as  her  father’s  kind  gaze  and  amazing  hugs,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚜  𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎  —  san  francisco  was  the  home  zatanna  built  for  herself,  but  it  was  a  lonely  lair  for  the  lonely  woman  she  grown  up  to  be.  she  missed  her  girlhood  —  she  missed  when  isolation  was  not  her  fate  –  when  enchantments  and  spells  were  just  a  gift  and  carried  no  price.   but  johnny  zatanna’s  fate  proved  it  differently.  and  the  many  people  that  reached  out  to  her  and  suffered  consequences  only  reinforced  it.    so,  zee  smiled  at  the  man  before  her  trying  to  see  him  as  someone  new,  unbound  to  the  memory  her  heart  created  of  her  childhood  friend.            ❛          don’t  be  too  shocked,  dear.  i’m  on  tour…  this  place  needed  some  magic.        ❜                    a  playful  wink  that  hid  the  pain.  zee  wondered  if  he  never  watched  her  perform  at  least  once,  and  if  not,  WHY.  if  he  didn’t  know—  no,  someone  new,  remember?  

❛            and  the  manor  has  been  abandoned  since  father  passed  away,  so  i’m  staying  a  while.              ❜      not  completely  true,  but  not  a  lie  either.  zatara  might  as  well  be  dead  but  his  daughter  refused  to  believe  it.   she  still  searched  for  him.  and  always  would.    a  sip  was  taken  from  the  champagne  glass  as  her  heart  noticed  the  blonde  strands  and  flashes  of  her  father’s  picture  with  martha  wayne  crossed  her  head.  she  wondered  if  bruce  knew  he  looked  like  her.        ❛          seeing  you  again  is  a  good  surprise.    to  see  that  you  are  ok  for  myself  is  very  nice.    i  wasn’t  sure  if  –  well,  i  mean,  i’ve  heard  the  last  years  weren’t  easy  around  here,  and  the  magazines  gave  me  a  notion  of  who  you  are  now,  and  what  you’ve  been  doing,  but  in  person  it  is  much  better.          ❜          and  she  meant  every  word,  finally  finding  balance  between  what  was  wanted  and  the  rehearsals  he  required  her  to  bring  out.  but  printed pages were  only  interviews, pictures...  only  glimpses.  still,  they  were  all  zatanna  had:    being  someone  who  liked  to  read  those  at  her  dressing  rooms.