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Stop. STOP. Don’t hurt them, they’re innocent, you Monster.

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Do you know what’s going on with poison Ivy and dr crane

Sigh.

Right. So, every year around the beginning of summer, Dr. Isley begins to go through her pollen phase. During the week or so that this is happening, she becomes increasingly active in how much she’s willing to leave her greenhouse to pursue various outside goals.

This year, one of her goals seems to involve borrowing Crane’s lab in the warehouse district, to do…. Something? I’m not sure what. But she’s holding him there as a prisoner-consultant to make sure she doesn’t destroy the place during… whatever she’s doing.

As a captive audience, he isn’t being given internet access. Most jobs, though, will let you miss work without penalty due to act of rogue, so she’s managing his blog until she’s done, as a courtesy.

The rest of us - and the city in general - is just working on dealing with the pollen. It’s incredibly allergenic.

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Not an ask but just wanted to tell the mod I love your Ivy design!! 🌱

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When is this year’s Wayne Gala?

The big charity Gala will be near the end of the year as it usually is, around Christmas.

I can't talk too much about what we have planned for summer, yet, but we do have a few things planned for summer!

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Do you have a favorite book?

So I'm not actually allowed to endorse things on the public blog, PR says it gets 'complicated' when outside influences show up too much here.

However, I do have a personal blog dedicated to my cat where I'd be happy to answer this one.

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i think we all need a little bit of care from mr. pennyworth tbh

You're not wrong.

I don't think I'd still be here without him.

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I would argue Batman counts as a rogue— would he be your favorite ?

No, he's just more something we all have to live with.

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Oh come on.

Ahaha, sorry!

Being too specific about that is asking to be shot, so you're getting the full force of media training today.

Thanks for playing, though.

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Can you be a bit more specific?

I absolutely could, yeah. Definitely.

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....So, which Rogue is your favorite?

Oh, definitely one of them. Others just sort of make me nervous, you know?

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Do you have a favorite Rogue? Seems like everyone in Gotham's got an opinion on them and I wondered if you did too.

Oh, sure. It's hard to live here for any stretch of time without forming an opinion on the rogues!

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Oh, er.

They haven't actually gone out yet! The invites will be mailed out as soon as the theme is settled on, but you are absolutely on the Guest List, miss Kyle. Don't you worry, ma'am.

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… Bruce darling.

I trust that the reason I don’t have an invite yet is merely a paperwork oversight.

Right?

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Beware!

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♥️ 👀?

♥️ -thoughts on love, 👀 - desire

When could this have happened? What did it, what set it off?

Edward rubbed his temples, elbows braced on the wooden railing of the cabana. Another moment outside to catch his breath in the sand and salt and sea air, under the purple twilight dotted in distant stars.

This was terrible. Terrifying especially. When could a man truly count himself safe from things like this? 37 years of dead silence from a hitherto apathetic heart, and now, hellish ambivalence between soft and warm affection and the horror of the unknown infection of yearning.

He’d wanted things in life, certainly. He’d fooled around without a care in the world beyond manners and consequences, had plenty of turns in the proverbial hay without a scrap of attachment, and now, out of nowhere, an iron collar clapped around his neck by his own psyche. 

With a furtive glance back to the silhouette in the window, he couldn’t resist a pained sigh. It couldn’t have been anyone else, could it? Why did it have to be him? He doesn’t deserve this, I’ve been so careful…I’ve done everything I can to keep him out of the swamp of a rogue’s life, and just be a friend…and now, I’m practically fit to slip down the same slope as Tetch?!

Drawing a deep breath, Edward swallowed his pride, his thoughts, his feelings. No. None of them could be permitted an inch, not for this. Not for him, not for either of them. It could never be, and so, it never would, and that was final.

Smacking his cheeks to focus, he put on a casual grin, and strolled back inside. They still had a few days of vacation left in Hawaii: the least he could do is keep it from being awkward. He’d kill these feelings, with time and logic, just like everything else.

“Sorry for that, Bruce, but the night air’s just too nice tonight. How about that night cap?”