Bruce Kristian

The Second Coming. (Creds to orig artist)

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ᴋʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴ - ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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Meet Bruce, a kid with a troubled past, but a worse future waiting. He's just a kid, but the universe won't let him, will it.

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RolePlay/Normal Info:

(WILL UPDATE OVER TIME. SO IF THERE ARE NO LINKS YET, DW, IT WILL COME IN THE FUTURE.)

!!May respond late due to school!!

May do ooc actions in tags or “//[insert text]”

#Placingtheblame = rp ended on my side

#Hate = teen bruce (lore posts)

#Grief = child bruce (lore posts)

#Revenge = apprenticeship arc (lore posts)

#Bargaining = miscellaneous posts (anything tbh, posting random things in character or ooc.)

#Infiltrated = Asks

#TheBlameisonyou = RP starter/idea

#oc rp lore = used when roleplaying an event in my oc’s “canon”

#free form oc lore = used when roleplaying or writing art situations (like rp w twinkie man) in an AU type way where different things happen other than my canon.

#oc lore = used similarly as freeform/rplore but without actively roleplaying with others and/or just posting things related to lore (can be entries, scenarios and fic like posts.)

#AsternJet = 13 yo version of my oc

#BruceKristian = 5-7 or 14+ yo version of my oc

#Screech = sidekick name for twinkie man (@oneplante)

#Weapon = Apprentice arc

#Detective = Talon arc

#Kristian = Clone version of my oc

#TheChosenOne = Vigilante

#TheDarkLord = Rogue/Villain

#TheSecondComing = Either project name/apprentice/talon arcs. (All know him as TSC)

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!!ROLEPLAY RULES!!

This applies to the person behind the screen, I don’t necessarily mind if the character has one or more of these traits as I cannot change that as I am not their creator.

No hate or bigotry

No hate to queers

No incest/darkshipping

No extreme SA/R4P3 roleplay (I am fine with hinted/implied)

No extreme NSFW (gore, violence, all has to be at a moderate level. No sx rp.)

Allowed to DM/Ask to roleplay

General rp rules, will update later as idrk what to do w this.

Mun is a minor, any 18+ blogs will be advised to DNI, but I don’t really mind either way. Just don’t be a creep.

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All about him (different stages)

Canon:

About Bruce (child)

About Astern (preteen)

About Bruce (teen)

About Kristian (Clone)

Identities:

About The Chosen One (Vigilante)

About Detective (Talon arc)

About Weapon (Apprentice arc)

About The Second Coming (Training arc in general)

About The Second Coming (Clone’s project name)

About The Dark Lord (Clone’s villain name)

Freeform:

About Screech

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Lore master lists:

Canon

Roleplayed

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Miscellaneous master lists:

Q&A

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Miscellaneous [freeform] situations:

Some SHIT

Sleeping with Hood (AT HIS SAFEHOUSE LIKE A SLEEPOVER.)

Toilet man [pt.2]

Toilet man [pt.1]

Finn

Damian and Astern first impressions

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog if you're bored and you want anons.

Or non-anons. Whatever works for you!

[gothamitenightingale]

The itching was the worst part.

Of all the freaking things that Jade was feeling right now, somehow the itching was the worst. Pain? She had a tolerance and a million techniques to block it out, not a problem (she thought like a liar, because this was most definitely a problem). Cold? That helped more than anything, helped the bleeding stab wounds in her sides stop their flow and grow numb. Exhaustion? That was just a routine feeling, not even anything new.

Itching really really sucked though.

Even the itching had it's purpose though, something for her mind to latch onto instead of drifting, a sense she could stand to feel, something that didn't let her focus on memories.

Memories...

"Ma? Momma, he's laughin'. Ma we need t'run, now."

"'m sorry sweet gem, y'know I'd carry y' outta here if I- If-"

"I need to stay with her. Run."

"No."

"Ja-"

"No."

"Gem, this isn' up for debate. When the door opens we're throwin' you out, an' you're runnin'. Y' run, straight to Pam's, an' hide there. If we live you'll find us."

"Y' think y're gonna live? With him?"

"No. Tha's why this isn' up for debate."

"Cathy. He's right outside the door."

"You'll run?"

"Ma!"

"You'll run."

"I won'-"

"Joe, throw her."

"Ma- Dad-!"

"We're sorry Love Bug."

"MA!"

Jade blinked. Huh, the ceiling looked strangely blurry. Her face felt wet too.

Little reaching fingers of sickly yellow-green reached after her, wanting to fill her and choak her like they'd taken her parent's right to breathe.

She blinked again. Now she wondered why.

Why'd I run?

Ever since then she'd run, her first defense, her last line of fire, the first thing before fists. Runner. Coward. She was good at it.

Can't run with locked doors an' sprained ankles.

She hummed softly in the darkness to give her mind a new thing to latch onto, since the itching was clearly flopping. A tune. Something from Return of the King, her favorite movie ever since Jason showed it to her. She remembered another voice humming that tune.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

The ceiling looked blurry again. Her chest heaved but abandoned the hiccup in favor of calming the spark of white pain it caused.

Jay. Jay, 're y' comin'? I need y' t'find me again.

Now her eyes squeezed shut. Well, they always said she was like him, so so like her brother in so many ways broken and beautiful and strange and wonderful. Maybe she'd die the same way. Maybe she'd return.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He entered the building, landing on broken glass shards. He turned his head to analyse his surroundings, listening intently.

shit… where is she..? Fuck. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

He heard muffled humming from farther away and immediately tried going there. It was rough, most of the doors were locked and he had no idea which room she was in exactly, but he kept going nonetheless. As he was finally opening the last door, there he saw her. Jade. Hurt.

He ran over to her and pulled a first aid kit out, laying her down on the floor silently. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just did what any other sibling would do. Protect.

[gothamitenightingale]

She blinked slowly. Her song stopped when she heard footsteps and she'd tried to make herself small, but she knew who it was when she saw his face and let out a happy hum.

"AJ."

Her voice sounded as disbelieving as it sounded strangely happy.

"Why'd y' come?"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”Why wouldn’t I?” He softly replied, soothing, but had that panicky edge to it.

He continued patching her up till he saw fit, putting one of her arms over his shoulder and supporting the taller girl. He supported her through the abandoned wing of Arkham, slowly making their exit. As they were making way, he paused.

“Why’d you do it.”

[gothamitenightingale]

"Wh....?"

She blinked blearily. She'd barely registered his words before, through the screaming haze of pain that took up her whole mind rather than fitting nicely in any of her little boxes.

"Thought I coul' do somethin'...." She mumbled. "Was mad."

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”And you didn’t ask for help.” I softly sighed. “Typical in this family.” I mumbled.

I continued walking and let the silence stretch out for a bit before speaking up again.

“You know I could’ve helped you. In this. You didn’t have to do it alone.”

[gothamitenightingale]

Jade made a strange face, blinking slowly.

"Didn' think y'd lemme."

She huffed.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He slightly sighed.

“Probably. But I know how you guys are. You don’t let go easily. So I’ll do what I think is best. Help.”

He found his entryway and helped her out slowly, mindful of her still fresh injuries.

“Batmobile’s close. I’m the only one B would ever want to drive that thing.” He slightly huffed, a sort of laugh.

[gothamitenightingale]

J stuck out her tongue at the comment about the batmobile.

"Y're jus' jealous of the trick I pulled last week..."

The trick in question had demolished a building, but it was still cool. Probably.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He softly smiled under his cowl, helping her in the back seat.

“Sure.”

[gothamitenightingale]

She bit her lip hard to stop a screech of pain as the movement stretched the open wounds.

"Mhmph-"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He turned his head towards the sound and narrowed his eyes.

“You okay.?”

[gothamitenightingale]

"Ya."

She huffed a struggling breath.

"Jus' go."

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He nodded and went in the front seat, closing the door and driving back towards one of the many secret entrances. The drive was silent. It was nice. The soft, quiet hum of the Batmobile the only sound in the vicinity. The Chosen One’s focus was completely on the road, but every couple minutes he glanced at the rear view mirror, checking up on Nightingale.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

I’m getting the urge to rewrite part of his character again…

Should I…

[gothamitenightingale]

The itching was the worst part.

Of all the freaking things that Jade was feeling right now, somehow the itching was the worst. Pain? She had a tolerance and a million techniques to block it out, not a problem (she thought like a liar, because this was most definitely a problem). Cold? That helped more than anything, helped the bleeding stab wounds in her sides stop their flow and grow numb. Exhaustion? That was just a routine feeling, not even anything new.

Itching really really sucked though.

Even the itching had it's purpose though, something for her mind to latch onto instead of drifting, a sense she could stand to feel, something that didn't let her focus on memories.

Memories...

"Ma? Momma, he's laughin'. Ma we need t'run, now."

"'m sorry sweet gem, y'know I'd carry y' outta here if I- If-"

"I need to stay with her. Run."

"No."

"Ja-"

"No."

"Gem, this isn' up for debate. When the door opens we're throwin' you out, an' you're runnin'. Y' run, straight to Pam's, an' hide there. If we live you'll find us."

"Y' think y're gonna live? With him?"

"No. Tha's why this isn' up for debate."

"Cathy. He's right outside the door."

"You'll run?"

"Ma!"

"You'll run."

"I won'-"

"Joe, throw her."

"Ma- Dad-!"

"We're sorry Love Bug."

"MA!"

Jade blinked. Huh, the ceiling looked strangely blurry. Her face felt wet too.

Little reaching fingers of sickly yellow-green reached after her, wanting to fill her and choak her like they'd taken her parent's right to breathe.

She blinked again. Now she wondered why.

Why'd I run?

Ever since then she'd run, her first defense, her last line of fire, the first thing before fists. Runner. Coward. She was good at it.

Can't run with locked doors an' sprained ankles.

She hummed softly in the darkness to give her mind a new thing to latch onto, since the itching was clearly flopping. A tune. Something from Return of the King, her favorite movie ever since Jason showed it to her. She remembered another voice humming that tune.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

The ceiling looked blurry again. Her chest heaved but abandoned the hiccup in favor of calming the spark of white pain it caused.

Jay. Jay, 're y' comin'? I need y' t'find me again.

Now her eyes squeezed shut. Well, they always said she was like him, so so like her brother in so many ways broken and beautiful and strange and wonderful. Maybe she'd die the same way. Maybe she'd return.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He entered the building, landing on broken glass shards. He turned his head to analyse his surroundings, listening intently.

shit… where is she..? Fuck. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

He heard muffled humming from farther away and immediately tried going there. It was rough, most of the doors were locked and he had no idea which room she was in exactly, but he kept going nonetheless. As he was finally opening the last door, there he saw her. Jade. Hurt.

He ran over to her and pulled a first aid kit out, laying her down on the floor silently. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just did what any other sibling would do. Protect.

[gothamitenightingale]

She blinked slowly. Her song stopped when she heard footsteps and she'd tried to make herself small, but she knew who it was when she saw his face and let out a happy hum.

"AJ."

Her voice sounded as disbelieving as it sounded strangely happy.

"Why'd y' come?"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”Why wouldn’t I?” He softly replied, soothing, but had that panicky edge to it.

He continued patching her up till he saw fit, putting one of her arms over his shoulder and supporting the taller girl. He supported her through the abandoned wing of Arkham, slowly making their exit. As they were making way, he paused.

“Why’d you do it.”

[gothamitenightingale]

"Wh....?"

She blinked blearily. She'd barely registered his words before, through the screaming haze of pain that took up her whole mind rather than fitting nicely in any of her little boxes.

"Thought I coul' do somethin'...." She mumbled. "Was mad."

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”And you didn’t ask for help.” I softly sighed. “Typical in this family.” I mumbled.

I continued walking and let the silence stretch out for a bit before speaking up again.

“You know I could’ve helped you. In this. You didn’t have to do it alone.”

[gothamitenightingale]

Jade made a strange face, blinking slowly.

"Didn' think y'd lemme."

She huffed.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He slightly sighed.

“Probably. But I know how you guys are. You don’t let go easily. So I’ll do what I think is best. Help.”

He found his entryway and helped her out slowly, mindful of her still fresh injuries.

“Batmobile’s close. I’m the only one B would ever want to drive that thing.” He slightly huffed, a sort of laugh.

[gothamitenightingale]

J stuck out her tongue at the comment about the batmobile.

"Y're jus' jealous of the trick I pulled last week..."

The trick in question had demolished a building, but it was still cool. Probably.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He softly smiled under his cowl, helping her in the back seat.

“Sure.”

[gothamitenightingale]

She bit her lip hard to stop a screech of pain as the movement stretched the open wounds.

"Mhmph-"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He turned his head towards the sound and narrowed his eyes.

“You okay.?”

[gothamitenightingale]

The itching was the worst part.

Of all the freaking things that Jade was feeling right now, somehow the itching was the worst. Pain? She had a tolerance and a million techniques to block it out, not a problem (she thought like a liar, because this was most definitely a problem). Cold? That helped more than anything, helped the bleeding stab wounds in her sides stop their flow and grow numb. Exhaustion? That was just a routine feeling, not even anything new.

Itching really really sucked though.

Even the itching had it's purpose though, something for her mind to latch onto instead of drifting, a sense she could stand to feel, something that didn't let her focus on memories.

Memories...

"Ma? Momma, he's laughin'. Ma we need t'run, now."

"'m sorry sweet gem, y'know I'd carry y' outta here if I- If-"

"I need to stay with her. Run."

"No."

"Ja-"

"No."

"Gem, this isn' up for debate. When the door opens we're throwin' you out, an' you're runnin'. Y' run, straight to Pam's, an' hide there. If we live you'll find us."

"Y' think y're gonna live? With him?"

"No. Tha's why this isn' up for debate."

"Cathy. He's right outside the door."

"You'll run?"

"Ma!"

"You'll run."

"I won'-"

"Joe, throw her."

"Ma- Dad-!"

"We're sorry Love Bug."

"MA!"

Jade blinked. Huh, the ceiling looked strangely blurry. Her face felt wet too.

Little reaching fingers of sickly yellow-green reached after her, wanting to fill her and choak her like they'd taken her parent's right to breathe.

She blinked again. Now she wondered why.

Why'd I run?

Ever since then she'd run, her first defense, her last line of fire, the first thing before fists. Runner. Coward. She was good at it.

Can't run with locked doors an' sprained ankles.

She hummed softly in the darkness to give her mind a new thing to latch onto, since the itching was clearly flopping. A tune. Something from Return of the King, her favorite movie ever since Jason showed it to her. She remembered another voice humming that tune.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

The ceiling looked blurry again. Her chest heaved but abandoned the hiccup in favor of calming the spark of white pain it caused.

Jay. Jay, 're y' comin'? I need y' t'find me again.

Now her eyes squeezed shut. Well, they always said she was like him, so so like her brother in so many ways broken and beautiful and strange and wonderful. Maybe she'd die the same way. Maybe she'd return.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He entered the building, landing on broken glass shards. He turned his head to analyse his surroundings, listening intently.

shit… where is she..? Fuck. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

He heard muffled humming from farther away and immediately tried going there. It was rough, most of the doors were locked and he had no idea which room she was in exactly, but he kept going nonetheless. As he was finally opening the last door, there he saw her. Jade. Hurt.

He ran over to her and pulled a first aid kit out, laying her down on the floor silently. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just did what any other sibling would do. Protect.

[gothamitenightingale]

She blinked slowly. Her song stopped when she heard footsteps and she'd tried to make herself small, but she knew who it was when she saw his face and let out a happy hum.

"AJ."

Her voice sounded as disbelieving as it sounded strangely happy.

"Why'd y' come?"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”Why wouldn’t I?” He softly replied, soothing, but had that panicky edge to it.

He continued patching her up till he saw fit, putting one of her arms over his shoulder and supporting the taller girl. He supported her through the abandoned wing of Arkham, slowly making their exit. As they were making way, he paused.

“Why’d you do it.”

[gothamitenightingale]

"Wh....?"

She blinked blearily. She'd barely registered his words before, through the screaming haze of pain that took up her whole mind rather than fitting nicely in any of her little boxes.

"Thought I coul' do somethin'...." She mumbled. "Was mad."

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”And you didn’t ask for help.” I softly sighed. “Typical in this family.” I mumbled.

I continued walking and let the silence stretch out for a bit before speaking up again.

“You know I could’ve helped you. In this. You didn’t have to do it alone.”

[gothamitenightingale]

Jade made a strange face, blinking slowly.

"Didn' think y'd lemme."

She huffed.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He slightly sighed.

“Probably. But I know how you guys are. You don’t let go easily. So I’ll do what I think is best. Help.”

He found his entryway and helped her out slowly, mindful of her still fresh injuries.

“Batmobile’s close. I’m the only one B would ever want to drive that thing.” He slightly huffed, a sort of laugh.

[gothamitenightingale]

J stuck out her tongue at the comment about the batmobile.

"Y're jus' jealous of the trick I pulled last week..."

The trick in question had demolished a building, but it was still cool. Probably.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He softly smiled under his cowl, helping her in the back seat.

“Sure.”

[gothamitenightingale]

The itching was the worst part.

Of all the freaking things that Jade was feeling right now, somehow the itching was the worst. Pain? She had a tolerance and a million techniques to block it out, not a problem (she thought like a liar, because this was most definitely a problem). Cold? That helped more than anything, helped the bleeding stab wounds in her sides stop their flow and grow numb. Exhaustion? That was just a routine feeling, not even anything new.

Itching really really sucked though.

Even the itching had it's purpose though, something for her mind to latch onto instead of drifting, a sense she could stand to feel, something that didn't let her focus on memories.

Memories...

"Ma? Momma, he's laughin'. Ma we need t'run, now."

"'m sorry sweet gem, y'know I'd carry y' outta here if I- If-"

"I need to stay with her. Run."

"No."

"Ja-"

"No."

"Gem, this isn' up for debate. When the door opens we're throwin' you out, an' you're runnin'. Y' run, straight to Pam's, an' hide there. If we live you'll find us."

"Y' think y're gonna live? With him?"

"No. Tha's why this isn' up for debate."

"Cathy. He's right outside the door."

"You'll run?"

"Ma!"

"You'll run."

"I won'-"

"Joe, throw her."

"Ma- Dad-!"

"We're sorry Love Bug."

"MA!"

Jade blinked. Huh, the ceiling looked strangely blurry. Her face felt wet too.

Little reaching fingers of sickly yellow-green reached after her, wanting to fill her and choak her like they'd taken her parent's right to breathe.

She blinked again. Now she wondered why.

Why'd I run?

Ever since then she'd run, her first defense, her last line of fire, the first thing before fists. Runner. Coward. She was good at it.

Can't run with locked doors an' sprained ankles.

She hummed softly in the darkness to give her mind a new thing to latch onto, since the itching was clearly flopping. A tune. Something from Return of the King, her favorite movie ever since Jason showed it to her. She remembered another voice humming that tune.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

The ceiling looked blurry again. Her chest heaved but abandoned the hiccup in favor of calming the spark of white pain it caused.

Jay. Jay, 're y' comin'? I need y' t'find me again.

Now her eyes squeezed shut. Well, they always said she was like him, so so like her brother in so many ways broken and beautiful and strange and wonderful. Maybe she'd die the same way. Maybe she'd return.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He entered the building, landing on broken glass shards. He turned his head to analyse his surroundings, listening intently.

shit… where is she..? Fuck. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

He heard muffled humming from farther away and immediately tried going there. It was rough, most of the doors were locked and he had no idea which room she was in exactly, but he kept going nonetheless. As he was finally opening the last door, there he saw her. Jade. Hurt.

He ran over to her and pulled a first aid kit out, laying her down on the floor silently. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just did what any other sibling would do. Protect.

[gothamitenightingale]

She blinked slowly. Her song stopped when she heard footsteps and she'd tried to make herself small, but she knew who it was when she saw his face and let out a happy hum.

"AJ."

Her voice sounded as disbelieving as it sounded strangely happy.

"Why'd y' come?"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”Why wouldn’t I?” He softly replied, soothing, but had that panicky edge to it.

He continued patching her up till he saw fit, putting one of her arms over his shoulder and supporting the taller girl. He supported her through the abandoned wing of Arkham, slowly making their exit. As they were making way, he paused.

“Why’d you do it.”

[gothamitenightingale]

"Wh....?"

She blinked blearily. She'd barely registered his words before, through the screaming haze of pain that took up her whole mind rather than fitting nicely in any of her little boxes.

"Thought I coul' do somethin'...." She mumbled. "Was mad."

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”And you didn’t ask for help.” I softly sighed. “Typical in this family.” I mumbled.

I continued walking and let the silence stretch out for a bit before speaking up again.

“You know I could’ve helped you. In this. You didn’t have to do it alone.”

[gothamitenightingale]

Jade made a strange face, blinking slowly.

"Didn' think y'd lemme."

She huffed.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He slightly sighed.

“Probably. But I know how you guys are. You don’t let go easily. So I’ll do what I think is best. Help.”

He found his entryway and helped her out slowly, mindful of her still fresh injuries.

“Batmobile’s close. I’m the only one B would ever want to drive that thing.” He slightly huffed, a sort of laugh.

[gothamitenightingale]

The itching was the worst part.

Of all the freaking things that Jade was feeling right now, somehow the itching was the worst. Pain? She had a tolerance and a million techniques to block it out, not a problem (she thought like a liar, because this was most definitely a problem). Cold? That helped more than anything, helped the bleeding stab wounds in her sides stop their flow and grow numb. Exhaustion? That was just a routine feeling, not even anything new.

Itching really really sucked though.

Even the itching had it's purpose though, something for her mind to latch onto instead of drifting, a sense she could stand to feel, something that didn't let her focus on memories.

Memories...

"Ma? Momma, he's laughin'. Ma we need t'run, now."

"'m sorry sweet gem, y'know I'd carry y' outta here if I- If-"

"I need to stay with her. Run."

"No."

"Ja-"

"No."

"Gem, this isn' up for debate. When the door opens we're throwin' you out, an' you're runnin'. Y' run, straight to Pam's, an' hide there. If we live you'll find us."

"Y' think y're gonna live? With him?"

"No. Tha's why this isn' up for debate."

"Cathy. He's right outside the door."

"You'll run?"

"Ma!"

"You'll run."

"I won'-"

"Joe, throw her."

"Ma- Dad-!"

"We're sorry Love Bug."

"MA!"

Jade blinked. Huh, the ceiling looked strangely blurry. Her face felt wet too.

Little reaching fingers of sickly yellow-green reached after her, wanting to fill her and choak her like they'd taken her parent's right to breathe.

She blinked again. Now she wondered why.

Why'd I run?

Ever since then she'd run, her first defense, her last line of fire, the first thing before fists. Runner. Coward. She was good at it.

Can't run with locked doors an' sprained ankles.

She hummed softly in the darkness to give her mind a new thing to latch onto, since the itching was clearly flopping. A tune. Something from Return of the King, her favorite movie ever since Jason showed it to her. She remembered another voice humming that tune.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

The ceiling looked blurry again. Her chest heaved but abandoned the hiccup in favor of calming the spark of white pain it caused.

Jay. Jay, 're y' comin'? I need y' t'find me again.

Now her eyes squeezed shut. Well, they always said she was like him, so so like her brother in so many ways broken and beautiful and strange and wonderful. Maybe she'd die the same way. Maybe she'd return.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He entered the building, landing on broken glass shards. He turned his head to analyse his surroundings, listening intently.

shit… where is she..? Fuck. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

He heard muffled humming from farther away and immediately tried going there. It was rough, most of the doors were locked and he had no idea which room she was in exactly, but he kept going nonetheless. As he was finally opening the last door, there he saw her. Jade. Hurt.

He ran over to her and pulled a first aid kit out, laying her down on the floor silently. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just did what any other sibling would do. Protect.

[gothamitenightingale]

She blinked slowly. Her song stopped when she heard footsteps and she'd tried to make herself small, but she knew who it was when she saw his face and let out a happy hum.

"AJ."

Her voice sounded as disbelieving as it sounded strangely happy.

"Why'd y' come?"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”Why wouldn’t I?” He softly replied, soothing, but had that panicky edge to it.

He continued patching her up till he saw fit, putting one of her arms over his shoulder and supporting the taller girl. He supported her through the abandoned wing of Arkham, slowly making their exit. As they were making way, he paused.

“Why’d you do it.”

[gothamitenightingale]

"Wh....?"

She blinked blearily. She'd barely registered his words before, through the screaming haze of pain that took up her whole mind rather than fitting nicely in any of her little boxes.

"Thought I coul' do somethin'...." She mumbled. "Was mad."

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”And you didn’t ask for help.” I softly sighed. “Typical in this family.” I mumbled.

I continued walking and let the silence stretch out for a bit before speaking up again.

“You know I could’ve helped you. In this. You didn’t have to do it alone.”

[gothamitenightingale]

The itching was the worst part.

Of all the freaking things that Jade was feeling right now, somehow the itching was the worst. Pain? She had a tolerance and a million techniques to block it out, not a problem (she thought like a liar, because this was most definitely a problem). Cold? That helped more than anything, helped the bleeding stab wounds in her sides stop their flow and grow numb. Exhaustion? That was just a routine feeling, not even anything new.

Itching really really sucked though.

Even the itching had it's purpose though, something for her mind to latch onto instead of drifting, a sense she could stand to feel, something that didn't let her focus on memories.

Memories...

"Ma? Momma, he's laughin'. Ma we need t'run, now."

"'m sorry sweet gem, y'know I'd carry y' outta here if I- If-"

"I need to stay with her. Run."

"No."

"Ja-"

"No."

"Gem, this isn' up for debate. When the door opens we're throwin' you out, an' you're runnin'. Y' run, straight to Pam's, an' hide there. If we live you'll find us."

"Y' think y're gonna live? With him?"

"No. Tha's why this isn' up for debate."

"Cathy. He's right outside the door."

"You'll run?"

"Ma!"

"You'll run."

"I won'-"

"Joe, throw her."

"Ma- Dad-!"

"We're sorry Love Bug."

"MA!"

Jade blinked. Huh, the ceiling looked strangely blurry. Her face felt wet too.

Little reaching fingers of sickly yellow-green reached after her, wanting to fill her and choak her like they'd taken her parent's right to breathe.

She blinked again. Now she wondered why.

Why'd I run?

Ever since then she'd run, her first defense, her last line of fire, the first thing before fists. Runner. Coward. She was good at it.

Can't run with locked doors an' sprained ankles.

She hummed softly in the darkness to give her mind a new thing to latch onto, since the itching was clearly flopping. A tune. Something from Return of the King, her favorite movie ever since Jason showed it to her. She remembered another voice humming that tune.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

The ceiling looked blurry again. Her chest heaved but abandoned the hiccup in favor of calming the spark of white pain it caused.

Jay. Jay, 're y' comin'? I need y' t'find me again.

Now her eyes squeezed shut. Well, they always said she was like him, so so like her brother in so many ways broken and beautiful and strange and wonderful. Maybe she'd die the same way. Maybe she'd return.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He entered the building, landing on broken glass shards. He turned his head to analyse his surroundings, listening intently.

shit… where is she..? Fuck. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

He heard muffled humming from farther away and immediately tried going there. It was rough, most of the doors were locked and he had no idea which room she was in exactly, but he kept going nonetheless. As he was finally opening the last door, there he saw her. Jade. Hurt.

He ran over to her and pulled a first aid kit out, laying her down on the floor silently. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just did what any other sibling would do. Protect.

[gothamitenightingale]

She blinked slowly. Her song stopped when she heard footsteps and she'd tried to make herself small, but she knew who it was when she saw his face and let out a happy hum.

"AJ."

Her voice sounded as disbelieving as it sounded strangely happy.

"Why'd y' come?"

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

”Why wouldn’t I?” He softly replied, soothing, but had that panicky edge to it.

He continued patching her up till he saw fit, putting one of her arms over his shoulder and supporting the taller girl. He supported her through the abandoned wing of Arkham, slowly making their exit. As they were making way, he paused.

“Why’d you do it.”

[redhoodisalive]

having non-human friends is so weird. i’m currently watching bizzaro play with bugs he found on the side of the street.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

Tell me about it. I’ve got NO FRIENDS.

[gothamitenightingale]

The itching was the worst part.

Of all the freaking things that Jade was feeling right now, somehow the itching was the worst. Pain? She had a tolerance and a million techniques to block it out, not a problem (she thought like a liar, because this was most definitely a problem). Cold? That helped more than anything, helped the bleeding stab wounds in her sides stop their flow and grow numb. Exhaustion? That was just a routine feeling, not even anything new.

Itching really really sucked though.

Even the itching had it's purpose though, something for her mind to latch onto instead of drifting, a sense she could stand to feel, something that didn't let her focus on memories.

Memories...

"Ma? Momma, he's laughin'. Ma we need t'run, now."

"'m sorry sweet gem, y'know I'd carry y' outta here if I- If-"

"I need to stay with her. Run."

"No."

"Ja-"

"No."

"Gem, this isn' up for debate. When the door opens we're throwin' you out, an' you're runnin'. Y' run, straight to Pam's, an' hide there. If we live you'll find us."

"Y' think y're gonna live? With him?"

"No. Tha's why this isn' up for debate."

"Cathy. He's right outside the door."

"You'll run?"

"Ma!"

"You'll run."

"I won'-"

"Joe, throw her."

"Ma- Dad-!"

"We're sorry Love Bug."

"MA!"

Jade blinked. Huh, the ceiling looked strangely blurry. Her face felt wet too.

Little reaching fingers of sickly yellow-green reached after her, wanting to fill her and choak her like they'd taken her parent's right to breathe.

She blinked again. Now she wondered why.

Why'd I run?

Ever since then she'd run, her first defense, her last line of fire, the first thing before fists. Runner. Coward. She was good at it.

Can't run with locked doors an' sprained ankles.

She hummed softly in the darkness to give her mind a new thing to latch onto, since the itching was clearly flopping. A tune. Something from Return of the King, her favorite movie ever since Jason showed it to her. She remembered another voice humming that tune.

She latched onto him with her arms around his waist and felt that now it was relief and tears and something else she couldn't name that wouldn't let her breathe, holding him tight and feeling him hold her back and she heard him start to hum that tune from lord of the rings that they both loved but he taught her.

The ceiling looked blurry again. Her chest heaved but abandoned the hiccup in favor of calming the spark of white pain it caused.

Jay. Jay, 're y' comin'? I need y' t'find me again.

Now her eyes squeezed shut. Well, they always said she was like him, so so like her brother in so many ways broken and beautiful and strange and wonderful. Maybe she'd die the same way. Maybe she'd return.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

He entered the building, landing on broken glass shards. He turned his head to analyse his surroundings, listening intently.

shit… where is she..? Fuck. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

He heard muffled humming from farther away and immediately tried going there. It was rough, most of the doors were locked and he had no idea which room she was in exactly, but he kept going nonetheless. As he was finally opening the last door, there he saw her. Jade. Hurt.

He ran over to her and pulled a first aid kit out, laying her down on the floor silently. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He just did what any other sibling would do. Protect.

[tired-baby-bird]

ALERT.

Nightingale has gone missing. She was last seen roughly six hours ago on patrol, helping a civilian near Gotham Botanical Gardens in full gear. Anyone with news or clues on her whereabouts come forward immediately.

@stellarofficial @bats-are-for-the-weak @the-blood-son-robin @petercanparkacar @rubywayne

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

They’ve gone missing.? I’ll try to help.

[nurse-offical]

TAG GAME GUYS

think of a caracter with the same beginning letter as the beginning of ur account name

me first

nancy (from fancy nancy)

@da-police-offical @paranoia-offical @evilpineapple-offical @illegaldoctor--offical @isopod-offical @purple-morphsuit-guy-offical @supervillain-offical @sketchy-doctor-offical @somebody-offical @bill-cipher-offical @mabel-pines-offical @laciffo-natas @mean-girl-offical i think this is everyone i know

(open tags x)

[riddlemethis5373]

R for.....ROACH!!

Free tags plus tagging these people!

@gary-le-rochas @whentheangelsweep @knowledge-of-the-stars @wayward-victorian-man @decorakidd

[wayward-victorian-man]

William Murderface. I genuinely don't know how I feel about him, tbh.

Tags:

@badmufz1ns @puppet-string @draagsdaughter @localcelestialcreature62 and whoever else wants to hop on idk

[localvoidcreature62]

HER. LYDIA DEETZ. I like the cartoon version of her more tho. Her relationship is BJ is less.. weird there.

@rayyanishere1

@left-lateral-incisor

@greenbunny7

@chaseerr0rcode

@cameforstuff

@tinfoil-jones

@consumerofshorthomies

@willapines618thesecond

@tigersharktheautisticseawing

@nico-the-overlord

@lunathetunaaa

@car9723-t

@hellohellohellohellohello3579

etc etc

[willapines618thesecond]

uh

WILLIM AFTON

hehe

open tags! would tag specific ppl but I'm tired rn lol

[peskybird87]

PIERS PIERS PIERS PIERS !!!!!

Tagsss -

@yakitako @attemptedartist + anyone else who wants to join ! =-]

[attemptedartist]

uhhh hmmmmmm oh right ALEC HARDY !!! :]

he's such a creature

uhhh

@anyablossom @fullmentalcritter @funk32517 @anglptera @t0nn1x @cartoonboingsfx

+ anyone else who wants to that i forgot !!

[t0nn1x]

My first thought was Timmy Turner and my second was Thundercracker, gang who wants a new crack ship (platonic)

No pressure tags — @androgynouschaosfury @renbugs-copper-crown @xx-icaruss-wings-offcal-xx @jjay-mess & company :3

[androgynouschaosfury]

Amelia bedelia

Yea I dunno that was the first thought so.

Tags! @radfr0g @rysi0m1mic @nonbinary-dinosaur7 @efrftfrc @honorarycrashout

[nonbinary-dinosaur7]

My first thought was Nardole :/

Uuuuh @sodiumvaporss @gay-stardrake anyone else?? idk who to tag gjnkrfgjnk

[redhoodguythethird]

Joining because I thought it would be really funny to point out that my answer could just be Red Hood.

But in the spirit of the game, my second thought was Rocky from Project Hail Mary because of fucking course it was why would it be anything else.

Alright, let's see. @dc-rose-wilson @thefutureisbulletproof-saidmcr uuuuummmmm I can't think of anything else, so just join if you want.

[thefutureisbulletproof-saidmcr]

Thanks for the tag :]

I can only think of Tim Drake

@silverpenguin13 @m-ozzy @guysandcorpses @boo-its-nightmare-fuel @bats-are-for-the-weak @candytheclowndeer

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

BRUCE WAYNEEE

Creds to artist or whatev

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

Hmmmmm okay yeah whatever. *She tosses a bag of the chocolate chunk cookies at him* I should probably be on my merry way, I will be back.

~🤍

He catches the chocolate chip cookies and just nods at her as she leaves. “Bye then.”

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

*She squints suspiciously.* Yep. Totally not dissociating or anything. But who am I to speak on that.

~🤍

”What?” He sighs. “Whatever”

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

*she pokes his nose* You okay? You seem tired or something. Or maybe just not talkative, which is also fine.

~🤍

He slightly blinks a couple times. “I’m fine. I’m not a social butterfly, yes.” He glances away.

[bats-are-for-the-weak]

Okay that's fitting. I got a lotta names anyway. I guess here call me Rin if you want. I'm still pretty curious about who's on that list but whatever :D

~🤍

”Hrn.” He softly grunted in acknowledgement