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''Jesus, old man, I was talking about us not coordinating this fucking mess, not --''

Not that.

Was he?

Fuck, okay, so maybe he was a bit more concussed than he thought he was. Bruce definitely was. He had to be, Jason argued with himself, after effectively pouring his heart out like that.

Jason struggled to sit up, taking his sweet time to collect himself before looking over at the Bat. And he immediately wished he'd done so sooner.

''Lie the fuck back down, B,'' Jason exclaimed, and he rushed over, scrambling on hands and knees as the doubt clouded his vision. ''Why didn't you say anything?'' The rod had snapped off, but it had latched right between Bruce's plate work, up his abdomen.

And Jason knew like no other that wounds to the abdomen were one hell of a way to get rid of someone.

Stop it. Focus.

Jason pushed Bruce back on his back, ignoring the tremor in his hands as he did so. ''Red Hood to anyone. I need immediate evac on my location. Does anyone read me?''

Static.

''Anyone?!''

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imnotbrucewayne replied to your post: “Umf”

“A grunt of approval doesn’t translate to removing my belt, Kitten.”

     “Are you protesting?”

[prettykittykyle-blog]

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she’s running. she’s always running really but this time she’s having fun. she loves the feel of the chase. of this little dance they alone share across the rooftops in the night. who would catch who, which side would win, who’d claim the spoils and who’d be the true victor by the time the sun started to rise on the horizon. sure he chased other villains just like other heroes have chased her, but none were quite as special as when it was just the two of them. 

it took all she had to not laugh as she sailed over the gap in roofs, not even bothering to check and see if he was still following. she knew he was. he always followed. her grin was huge as she called back to him and she was sure he could hear it in her voice but she did not care. because right now all that existed in her world were the two of them.  the bat and the cat.

“ like the view? it’s the only thing you’ll be catching tonight! “

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

@imnotbrucewayne  ❖ AFD 2019

“ C’MON TAKE A bite. ” Harley laughed before holding out the cupcake again, with a lit candle on top. She’d been trying her best to stick to her parole but this was not an opportunity she would miss. What the Bat didn’t know was that the cupcake was baked with Ka-Boom made, made to playfully exploded after a bite was taken. The most damage done, however would be to the cake itself, not Batman. She was trying to change her ways after all.

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“You were already asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

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❝ You can always wake me. . .  ❞ Selina’s half asleep, even now, and a hand lifts to rub at green eyes as she rolls to face him. Stifling a yawn, she stretches her limbs until a soft moan escapes her lips-- toes pointed and arms raising up above her head as she rejoins the land of the waking. She’s not even sure what time it is-- late, if she had to guess. Time for the bat to come alive.

Patting the empty space beside her on the mattress, she wordlessly invites Bruce to join her back in bed, if only for a few stolen moments before he has to leave. ❝ Twenty minutes, ❞ she insists. ❝ You can spare twenty minutes for little ol’ me, can’t you? ❞

[the-last-laugh]

* how could i ever forgive you?

"I don't need your forgiveness." Joker spat. "Save it for yourself, Bats. Afterall it was you who was too late to save him. Was it not?" Perhaps it was too dangerous to goad him about Jason Todd. But he could feel the anger vibrating from the cowl. He was so close.

"It's hardly my fault. You made me who I am today. You can hardly expect me to deny my own nature now can you?" Do it. His eyes challenged him, glinting in the fire surrounding them, the destruction that lay in their wake. It was always meant to go this way.

Kill me.

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{✗} “Y’know--I don’t need a HUGE wedding, Bruce. We could just elope tomorrow night and call it a day.” Selina hummed, glancing up from her laptop, rolling over on the huge bed with a sigh. She burrowed her face into the sleeve of her sweatshirt, curling her toes off of the edge of the bed. “I mean, it’s not like I have any FRIENDS, excluding Harley and Pam, and...” The corners of her lips turned up into an amused smirk, though she had no idea if he could see it or not.

She couldn’t look at another table arrangement--she’d end up MURDERING someone.

Fluttering her eyes open, she sat up and leaned against her hands, pursing her lips teasingly as she patted the spot beside her. “C’mon--you asked me, and I’m offering an alternative. I’ll even wear a white dress, but we don’t need to do a big thing.” She hummed, pulling her sweatshirt off with a sigh, laying back down on the mattress before pausing. 

“Wait--are you going out tonight? Pfft, you are not leaving me here to look at cake decorations while you go and kick ass. I’m going.” Gracefully, she leaped the bed, searching for her whip in her bag. 

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[dominoed-daredoll]

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“You wanted to see me, Bruce?”  There had been a note of terrible urgency in the man’s voice when he called her, and Barbara couldn’t imagine that he’d ever sounded like that—like his entire wellbeing was hanging by a thread—even to his own employees.  Pulling the door to the study closed—and suddenly and very acutely realizing how alone they were here and how quiet and somehow forbidding the room was, even with its colorful rows of books on the walls—she turned to face him, her own stomach beginning to sink.  “I can’t imagine what’s got you so worried…”

[canary-noir]

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“I need a favor.  And you’re not going to like it.”

[riddleculed]

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？-- meme.  Send in ♔ for my muse’s reaction to yours pushing mine up against the wall

Ed could already see in his mind the routine of later brushing off brick dust off the back of his suit jacket. This wasn’t an oddity for him, being pushed up against a wall by Gotham’s caped crusader. It was a sure way to get the Riddler’s attention on track. Green eyes peered past the holes in his domino mask up at the Bat as a slightly nervous but still rather smug grin tugged at the criminal’s lips. “Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy will you? Take it EASY.” A pause. “This is a new suit!”

[amazonexile]

‘ i’m not the person you left behind anymore. there’s no one here to miss. ’

“Bruce,” Diana began, softly, “What are you talking about?” 

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This was a mistake.

He had an elaborate plan. A meal together. Champagne in front of the fire similar to the night they shared in the cabin before he eventually pulled out the ring at the stroke of midnight to propose.

Instead Two Face had chosen that exact time to start causing chaos in the city and so all of his plans had been torn to tatters. Still, Harvey had been stopped and there was a minute until midnight and so he had chosen now. The dingy alleyway was far from perfect but it would have to do.

“Selina…” He stated, taking the feline’s gloved hand in his own as he dropped to his knee. He reached into his belt until suddenly he realised that he didn’t have the ring. His eyes widened in horror, knowing that moving to his knee meant he set in motion something he couldn’t stop.

He shifted quickly and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He snapped the cuff over his own wrist and then held the other end over Selina’s wrist. “Will you do the honour of becoming my wife?”

Selina was F R E E Z I N G her ass off. It was cold, she was somehow S W E A T I N G and goddamn Harvey Dent was ruining her Christmas. Well, really it was Bruce’s C H R I S T M A S since they had already celebrated H A N U K K A H for her. She stood, shuddering in her boots as the S N O W fell around their heads. 

The wailing of police sirens around them Y A N K E D Selina from a previous fantasy of a W I N T E R paradise--reminding her that they were still in Gotham. She was ready to head home and P E E L off her catsuit, slip into a H O T bath and drink the L A S T bottle of wine in her cabinet. As she turned her back, expecting him to follow, she heard him drop to his K N E E. 

Okay, what the H E L L was he doing?

She turned her head, lifting her goggles up to examine him fully in D I S B E L I E F. Holy S H I T. Her green hues widened in shock, mirroring his slight P A N I C whens he realized exactly what he was doing. “Bats...”

Somehow, getting P R O P O S E D to in a D A R K alley with a pair of handcuffs seemed like the O N L Y way she’d agree to get married. The corners of her lips slipped up in an amused smile, trying to hide the tears that G L O S S E D her eyes. Her fingers clicked the handcuff around her wrist.

“I would be absolutely H O N O R E D to marry you.”

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imnotbrucewayne replied to your post “✚”

"I heard it pop, Kitten. You're not fine. So quiet or papa spank."

     “You’re being ridiculous.”

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"If there's one thing I've learned, it's that you can never win an argument against Selina."

“It is possible, you know.”

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

[I don't know anyone anymore but I imagine Harley kissing Penguin would be pretty embarrassing for her. Especially if it was his birthday and there was a big deal about it like it was a present.]

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OPEN TO ALL PENGUINS / OZ COBBLEPOTS

“ I KNOW IT ain’t ya birthday or anythin’ like that but wellsomeone was all like ‘I got an idea fer a present’ and it beat the whole smilingfish gag I was gonna do so here – take this. ”  Without giving him a chance to respond sheleaned in, cupping his cheeks, kissing him squarely on the mouth.  “ You don’tlike it blame that guy. ”

[haeroesarchive]

😶 "Have you ever felt jealous of anyone?"

(For Zee.)

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This one's actually pretty difficult to answer, and Zatanna frowns, considering it. ❝ I mean sure, haven't we all been jealous at one time or another? I can't think of a specific person, I guess, but I do remember feeling... ❞ she trails off, clearing her throat. ❝ sometimes seeing the other girls with their moms would make me feel a little sad. Dad was great, you know? Always there for me, learned to braid my hair how I liked, but it just wasn't the same, especially when I got a little older and things started... changing. Poor dad, I sure didn't make things easy on him. ❞