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Reblog this if you’re a chill roleplayer who doesn’t mind if your rp partners take multiple weeks, or even months to reply.

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Alertness is one of his strong suits, yet he is almost taken by surprise when one of his partner’s men points a gun at him, the only reason for them not to SHOOT is the fact their boss is standing between the bullet and its target, rashly protective. This reaction forces an eyebrow to quirk. Oh. He certainly wasn’t expecting them to be putting themself in danger for another, let alone him. A devilish, playful smirk paints on his usually sharp, cold ones. He fights a fights off a teasing comment, respecting the direness of the situation. A throw of a knife or a bullet to the middle of the offender’s head would have been already done, but he patiently, yet readily, waits for them to take action, respectful of their authority over that guard.

@dogtccth : [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours (leo/rom) | accepting

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CAN A MAN LIVE TWO LIVES ? Harvey Dent once Gotham's " Apollo " turned disgraced and disfigured DA . If you look closely you still see pieces of the man he was . If you look deeper you see a scab internal and bleeding eternal . There was always two sides at play . IT'S A TOSS OF THE COIN .

  ◖ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 / " 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 " ◗ of Batman chanced by 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 .

18.  +    .  Mutuals  Only    .  Highly   Selective  &   very  intense  themes   .  Crossover   &   OC   friendly  .

◖#𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓◗

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 . 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 . 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .

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𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 🇹​🇴​ 🇨​🇱​🇦​🇷​🇮​🇫​🇾​﹕ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇺​🇸​🇪​ 🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇸​🇪​🇳​🇩​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​🇲​🇪​﹐ 🇮​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇦​🇨​🇹​🇮​🇳​🇬​. 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇷​🇪​🇨​🇪​🇮​🇻​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇲​🇪​🇲​🇪​﹐ 🇮​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇭​🇦​🇸​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇷​🇪​🇦​🇨​🇹​

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ] My muse gently touches a bruise on your muse’s body [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear [ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] My muse tries to make yours laugh when they are sad [ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket [ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] My muse boops your muse’s nose [ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] My muse laces their fingers with yours [ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍 ] My muse cuddles up in bed to yours [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] My muse takes your muse’s hand and slow dances with them without music playing [ 𝐖𝐄𝐓 ] My muse helps yours out of soaking wet clothes [ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ] My muse gently runs a hand over your muse’s back/arm [ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] My muse hugs yours tightly after not having seen them for a while [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] My muse holds yours while they cry

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leo, to someone who’s x2 his height and size, as he edges them to insanity: oh don’t worry, bby boi, I’ll let you c*m

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He is well known amongst his team to be a TOXIC presence during his on calls, most of the bad calls happen during them. He never complains; more action is better than none, he says, not really meaning to disregard the lives of those callers and victims.

Today is another proof of his toxicity, or so they call it. He can see the fire miles away on the way to the scene, a time he uses to study the surroundings of the building on fire: luckily, no gas stations or any flammable hazards in close proximity, but then his mind goes to the building itself, trying to guess what would cause such an explosive and huge fire to erupt so quickly in a civilian building. Criminal activities are on the top of his list, but he is not hasty to jump to conclusions.

At the scene, the ambulances are ready for the evacuated victims, the police is aiding and inspecting, firemen are already diving into the flames to extract as many victims as they can. It is going as good as it can with the given circumstances, each man preoccupied with their own task. He finds a teenage boy stuck under a bookshelf, the books scattered around. He immediately rushes towards them, calling to check if they are responsive. He picks them up, scooped in his arms, his own SCBA mask detached to cover the boy’s face. This should have been the last on his end, but he hears a voice—- a crying baby! It is more mechanical, and he suspects it to be a malfunctioning device, but he can’t take chances on a life of a baby, on any life in that matter. Before rushing in, he makes sure the boy is in the safe hands of the medical team, putting his mask back as he rushes into the fire again.

His suspicions are true, the voice is coming out of a device as it melts slowly. There is a satisfied sigh that escapes him before he turns to get out—-

BOOM!

Another explosion sends half of the building crumbling down, the exist he was seeking along with it. He almost loses balance with the strength of it, but that is the least of his concern when he realizes— his SCBA is broken, the burst disk alarming him of the failure. He knows the equipment of his division is designed to take such blows and not explode, letting the pressured air out in a less severe manner, but he takes no chances, getting out of it and tossing it away, any point that wouldn’t cause too much catastrophe should it explode. He scans the surroundings again, looking for an escape, even for a tough guy like him, it is probably a matter of three minutes before his respiratory system is down, burnt and filled with soot. He lowers himself to the ground, there is no damp cloth to cover his mouth and nose so he uses the fabric of his own clothes as he tries to break through the crumbles.

2 minutes to go.

The fire is getting UGLIER, he knows his time is nearing if he doesn’t get out of the shackles of this MONSTER. He keeps calm despite it all.

1 minute left.

He is starting to feel the HEAT burning deep within him with every breath, the suffocation grows with each passing second, an ache in his head is starting to surface— shit, he knows what that means.

Time is up, he is lucky and tough enough to survive long past the three minute deadline, but all has consequences: his body is too weak to do anything but lie on the ground, trying to get away from the smoke above, his vision is blurring by the second, he is barely breathing, he can hear the coarse crackles and wheezing of his lungs by his own ears. Is this it?

—-oen! Leon!

There is a faint voice, and he guesses they mean to shorten his name when they call. It doesn’t sound like any of his teammates, but he blames it on his current state; maybe he is not making out the sounds as he should. He musters all the strength he has to get the flashlight out of his gear- yeah, he knows it is not the best sign through fire, but he will try to hit the ground with it with all he’s got to create a sound too.

Once, twice, thrice—- BOOM!

The explosion is not even near him, but its aftermath reach the trapped area he’s in, debris falling down. Thanks to his MIRACULOUSLY awake alertness and quick act that pushes him with the last of his strength away from a falling heavy rock that could have smashed his skull. He doesn’t get that lucky though, a sharp object falls right into the right lower quadrant of his abdomen, he barely winces in pain, his back against the heated ground, eyes slowly closing the image of the burning ceiling as his consciousness slips away.

The fire had been going on for a good 30 minutes by his count. It seemed at first that the local Fire Department had a good hold of it so he pushed it down his priority as soon as he heard from the police frequency that there was a gas station held up  much closer to him. He jumped into 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙈𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙀 and chased them down until he’d trapped them in their car for the police to find. It wasn’t nearly far enough when the second explosion hit. 

[1] Something incendiary must have been set off from the sound of it.  [2] A worry for later. 

And even from where he was, a good few miles over, he could hear how the building roared from the flames and rumbled, threatening to go under. The screams from the spectators echoed throughout the streets. The sirens blared coming from the other nearby firehouses. He ran to 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙈𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙀 and gunned the pedal ; leaving a small blaze of rubber on the asphalt in his pursuit. 

    [ 𝚆 :// 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚂 : ] Connect me to the FD's Communication frequncey and send the building’s plans.

As soon as the plans were within his visual and 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙈𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙀 could remotely scan the building from far away ; figuring out where the last firefighter could be trapped in. But the fire had almost completely taken over. He needed another way. A few commands to the system and he hones in on the only signal left that could be coming from the Firefighter’s walkie. 

        “ There. “ 

A button next to the gear shift and he jumps out of 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙈𝙊𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙀 and up into the air with his grapple gun. He finds a purchase on a nearby building and uses he trajectory from there to make a turn and land through a skylight from the roof. The sound of shattering glass is nothing to the sudden flash of heat that nearly burnt his skin. He tugs at one edge of his cape to cover his face. Thanking Lucius quietly in hsi head in his continued efforts to advance his tech. 

“ Leon! Answer if you can hear me! “ His raspy growl tried to shout over the roaring fire. His lens trying to locate his location and show him the path towards Leon. 

[3] Easier said than done but what’s a burning building to 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗡 ?

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He is reading a new article on Transporting Phasers. Interesting. A friendly voice interrupts, diverting his attention the moment the mention of food in their sentence is brought up. The aroma is actually tempting, but the spices are intimidating. ❝ Captain! ❞ He acknowledges back, even though there were no need for formalities between them. ❝ I’ll take your word for it, but- ❞ He eyes the dish for a moment, poking it with the fork presented. ❝ -you sure it won’t fuck me up? ❞ Too much spice is not on his favorites’ list, neither on his stomach’s.

@fleetcaptian : ❛ lieutenant ... what are you doing? come and try this, i promise you ― you haven't lived until you try this jambalaya. ❜ the captain placed a small portion on the table in front of him with an encouraging smile. ( for sam for no reason other than because christopher wants to feed him. )

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You don’t mess with the Yakuza, that much he knows, but you don’t mess with HIM either, and this much should be known by most of the esteemed Yakuza. He doesn’t dip his head for anyone.

Their men spot him at the bar, he is not on duty, and that is why he indulges in a drink or two. They prepare to draw their weapons, it makes him scoff; is he that threatening? He knows the answer to that. His hand moves a side of his jacket to reveal his own weapon: a warning. Their eyes say they want to put a bullet in his skull, but apparently their boss has other plans, probably ordering them to halt and put down their weapons. Out of acknowledgment to the man’s gesture, he lets his own weapon hide again.

@saburaito | sc

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It is not only for his training at the program that he is good at reading a body language (and maybe more) but for his talent and dedication to it as well, which shows in the way he senses their displeasure, the mix of shock, pain and HATRED, the last is probably aimed towards him. There is something that irks him a little though, a feeling off them, a mixed one as if they are POSSESSED by another. It must be the duality of their personality they were diagnosed with. A fact he could use as a double-edged sword.

His face stays stoic, nothing reflects on his features as he listens to their denial, giving them a few seconds post before he speaks his own, his tone is respectful, yet it leaves no room for interruptions and futile arguments. ❝ Your Ex-wife is convicted with the first of the Holiday Killings. You are an accessory to that one. ❞ He presents them with evidence, one discovered by himself, keeping it from the surrounding ears at the time for he has had his suspicions the moment he laid his eyes on the first case. Call it a cop’s hunch, or a murderer’s experience. ❝ Tell me why, Mr. Dent! ❞ There is an emphasis on the name; had he wanted to call the other occupant of this body, he would have called them by their own name: Twoface. ❝ Was love worth all those lives? ❞

The  very  air  around  them  seems  to  distort  ,  nulling  into  nothing  ,  seeing  shades  of  red  creep  up  the  walls  .  The  name  that  escaped  the  officer's  lips  it's  something  neither  Harvey  or  Two  Face  could  bare  .  Gilda  .  Their  united  heart  feeling  as  though  it  had  been  pierced  and  breath  rising  out  of  their  chest  .  Harvey  tried  to  hold  Two  Face's  leash  taught  in  their  mindspace.  How  is  this  bastard  still  breathing ?!  He's  bluffing  @stainedpast  knows  nothing  ,  he  doesn't  know.  The  case  was  closed  months  ago  .  We  were  sentenced  for  The  Holiday  Killings  . 

Two  Face  ,  it  seems  ,  wasn't  willing  to  take  that  chance  ,  fighting  nail  and  tooth  in  the  sinew  of  their  mind  .  Harvey's  restraint  was  slipping  still  he  manages  to  be  the  one  to  speak  . 

❝    My  Ex  wife  .  What  of  her  ?  I  don't  think  even  YOU  know  what  you're  insinuating  here  .  ❞ He  challenged  ,  though  he  knew  it  was  only  a   matter  of  seconds  before  the  beast  would  slip  the  chain  .

/ ⚖  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 !  彡

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don’t tell me “you can’t do that” ‘cause I will do that

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someone: u can’t be hot n cute——

leo: *is both*

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A hum resonates in his throat, listening, a small nod of agreement and thought, his fingers wrapped around the glass bring it to his lips. ❝ Most people, if I may alter. ❞ Now their gazes meet. ❝ Warnings are akin to dares for the young and stupid, too eager to prove others wrong before considering to prove themselves right first. ❞

 ❝some  people  can't  be  warned  away  from  disaster.❞  she'd  heeded  plenty  of  warnings  in  her  time  and  offered  them  all  up  just  the  same.  ❝you  can  try,  you  can  put  up  every  alert,  but  they'll  still  go  their  own  way...❞ @stainedpast

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