Barbara Maureen is the world's consulting publisher/author and besties with a well-known consulting Detective. Mun is 22 will accept rp requests and will use muse in any other fandoms. if you wanna rp with me just pm me if you want and no underage rpers wanting smut. Just remember this is a ofc so don't send hate. Story bio: Barbara Maureen, age 23 grew up in Ireland until she left at 16 to the UK. She also grew up in the IRA and killed her first victim at age 12. She was abused mentally, physically and emotionally. She escaped with only her clothes and her notepads that she writes her stories in. After a couple of years being homeless, she finally got a big break. Her first book got published and made her millions. She got herself a nice cottage out in the countryside and a mansion was built about six miles away from the cottage so whenever she wanted she can go to the cottage. She has PTSD and has nightmares of her killing the victims over and over and she wakes up screaming. She goes to church every Sunday like clockwork to pray for forgiveness for her killing those innocent people that were accused as traitors in the ranks. She became friends with Sherlock Holmes when he finds her in the church that had a murder in their graveyard. They started talking and to Barbara, they're friends, but to Sherlock, she's just an interesting person to talk to because he couldn't deduce her. Barbara hides behind a smile and her witty humor.
Send:
👣: To feel my Muse’s baby kick
🍔: To make or bring my muse something they’re having cravings for.
😭: To console my crying, hormonal muse
✋: To rub my Muse’s back or feet
🎁: To give my muse a present for the baby.
🎶: Play music to my Muse’s baby bump.
💗: To cuddle my muse.
😘: To have pregnant sex with my muse. Awkwardly or otherwise.
🚽: To find my muse having morning sickness.
🍫: To rub cocoa butter on my Muse’s tummy.
📖: To read to my Muse’s baby bump.
😚 To kiss and pet my Muse’s baby bump.
🎨 To paint on my muse’s baby bump
👶To help get the nursery ready.
I believe that if Harley Quinn was on roller skates and Batman had to apprehend her, he would simply level the playing field and chase her on skates too. I trust him to be a man of equality in this regard
Not only would he chase her on skates, he would press a button on his utility belt and his boots would transform into a pair of roller skates. This would be played completley straight, and never mentioned again.
