DARK / KNIGHT

he is the hero 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒.

[batsnoire]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊  𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  /  an independent, private and semi selective roleplay blog for mutuals only. presenting my interpretation of a NOLAN based BATMAN aka BRUCE WAYNE, from the dc universe, based on Christopher Nolan’s THE DARK KNIGHT. written by eve, she or her, age thirty plus, cet. this is a 21+ only space. non-roleplay blogs; do not interact. slow activity, crossovers, multi-verse writing, queue-based posting. content warning: please read the guidelines before following. ➛ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs ➛ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ ➛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ➛ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ

[batsnoire]

i will be back soon... i promise.

[batsnoire]

“In every universe, I lose you. I just thought… maybe this time, I could win.” { From Selina Kyle }

Sadness settled on Bruce's face as he looked at Selina. “You don't believe it anymore?”

[ava-deb]

#sad wet cat

[outlawiism]

❝  money problems, influence, politics… those are things i actively try to avoid.  ❞   Peter says with a heavy smile the man across him will not be able to interpret. still, his expression falters remembering his father who lives   &   breathes those concepts. he can only hope Wayne is not like him.   ❝  yyyyeah, you’re not wrong, though. i do need an audience with Batsy. look, just give him this, okay  ?   this is my business card. tell him to call the last number. i need his help.  ❞   the Star-Lord slides a glossy card across the desk, dipped in pink   &   blue, like the 80’s spat it out. on there is the name ‘the guardians of the galaxy’ dominating the card, a picture of the team’s current ship accompanying the sleek font. there’s a list of numbers, frequencies of all kind, then there’s a phone number at the bottom—the Terran kind.   ❝  how do you know him anyway  ?    ❞

[batsnoire]

It had been almost obvious that the other guy wanted to talk to Batman and not Bruce. So why hadn't Bruce ended this little game and just shown up as Batman? Oh, right. The cover. He wanted to be able to live a quiet life as Bruce and not put anyone close to him in danger. This lie had been perfected over the last few years. Anything to keep those he loved safe. “I'll give him the map. It might take a few days,” he added the last sentence with an expression of apology. “We both want the same thing for this city: safety and peace. That's why we came together.” Bruce's shoulders shrugged slightly. “He needs my money, I need what he can give the city. Win-win situation.” A brief grin appeared on his lips. Bruce looked at the card and the grin turned into a friendlier smile. Softer, less intrusive.

-

Almost as promised, it took a few days for Batman to contact Peter. By text message. Old-fashioned, outdated. But that was his way. He stood at the agreed meeting place in his costume, shrouded in darkness, and a moment later looked at Peter, who, unlike Batman, never seemed to shy away from the sun. They were actually complete opposites. His voice distortion would ensure that no one recognized him. His voice was now much deeper, growlier, and darker. “You wanted to see me.”

[raesource]

angst-y sentence starters

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

“ I never asked you to save me - I asked you to stay. ”

“ You keep saying you’re fine, but I can still see the blood on your hands. ”

“ Don’t touch me. Everyone I love ends up broken. ”

“ I forgave you the first three times. There won’t be a fourth. ”

“ You weren’t there when I needed you most, so why are you here now? ”

“ I stopped counting the days since you left - turns out forever is shorter than I thought. ”

“ All those promises you made sound like lies when I say them out loud. ”

“ I kept your side of the bed empty for a year. It’s time to admit you’re not coming back. ”

“ You look at me like I’m a ghost, but you’re the one who killed us. ”

“ I would have burned the world down for you. You wouldn’t even cross the street. ”

“ Say it. Say you never loved me so I can finally stop hoping. ”

“ The worst part isn’t that you lied - it’s that I still believed you. ”

“ I practiced smiling in the mirror so you wouldn’t notice I’m falling apart. ”

“ You taught me how to trust again. Thanks for the lesson. ”

“ Every time you walk away, a piece of me goes with you. ”

“ I didn’t lose you. You threw me away the moment someone better came along. ”

“ Stop apologizing. The damage is already done. ”

“ I still reach for you in my sleep and wake up colder than before. ”

“ You said ‘forever’ like it was easy. ”

“ I keep replaying the last time you said my name, trying to hear love in it. ”

“ The silence after you left is louder than any fight we ever had. ”

“ I was ready to die for you. You weren’t even willing to live for me. ”

“ Tell me where it hurts, so I know where to stop touching. ”

“ You moved on so fast I didn’t even get the chance to miss you properly. ”

“ I built my whole world around you, and you just walked out the door without looking back. ”

“ The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves to survive loving you. ”

“ I finally deleted your number. My phone still autocorrects ‘I’m sorry’ to your name. ”

“ You weren’t the villain - you were just cruel with good intentions. ”

“ I hate that I still check if you’re okay when I’m the one bleeding. ”

“ We didn’t break up. We slowly tore each other apart until there was nothing left to save. ”

“ You said you’d never make me cry. Look at me now. ”

“ I keep the voicemail you left the night everything fell apart. I’ve listened to it so many times I know your pauses by heart. ”

“ Loving you feels like drowning in slow motion while you stand on the shore. ”

“ I wasn’t enough to make you stay, but I was enough to make you feel guilty about leaving. ”

“ You came back like nothing happened, but I’m still picking up pieces you don’t even see. ”

“ I stopped leaving the porch light on. You never noticed anyway. ”

“ The saddest part is I still defend you when people ask why I’m not over it. ”

“ You didn’t just break my heart - you broke my ability to believe anyone else. ”

“ I finally understand why you always said ‘don’t get attached.’ You never planned on staying. ”

“ Every happy memory we had now feels like evidence in a crime scene. ”

“ I wish I could hate you. It would hurt less than this. ”

“ You keep asking what you can do to fix this. Start by going back in time. ”

“ I smiled in all the photos so no one would know you were destroying me behind them. ”

“ The hardest part of letting go is realizing you let go first. ”

“ I still flinch when someone says your name like it’s a curse. ”

“ You weren’t a chapter - you were the whole book, and now it’s on fire. ”

“ I didn’t lose feelings. They were murdered, slowly, every time you chose not to choose me. ”

“ I hope one day you look for me in a crowded room and feel what I feel every single day. ”

“ You walked away like it was easy, but I’m still here trying to remember how to breathe without you. ”

“ I finally stopped waiting for you. That’s the closest thing to healing I’ve managed so far. ”

[dailyflicks]

#propaganda i'm falling for

[alchadex-a]

          ›››         a  thread  response  for  @batsnoire  from  here

          𝕴T  WASN'T  UNCOMMON  FOR  DEXTER  TO  OCCASIONALLY       stitch  up  a  wound  or  two  since  moving  into  the  Wayne  Manor.  He  was  living  here  without  the  other  getting  any  financial  reward   and  he  absolutely  hated  feeling  like  a  freeloader.   Though  there  wasn’t  exactly  a  lot  the  alchemist  could  do   …   Bruce  had  very  quickly  shut  the  idea  down  of  being  helped  on  the  whole  vigilante  anti-hero  shit,   much  to  Dex’s  absolute  chagrin.   It  had  him  pouting  not  unlike  that  of  an  actual  child,  complaining  that  he  was  perfectly  capable  of  doing  what  needed  to  be  done  with  his  alchemy.  In  the  end  there  really  had  been  absolutely  no  arguing  with  the  other,  with  the  shorter  man  acquiescing  after  a  bit  of  back  and  forth.  In  the  end   he  had  agreed  to  just  quietly  use  the  resources  that  the  other  had  to  continue  his  own  alchemical  and  scientific  research,   keeping  up  with  his  studies  on  the  Philosopher’s  Stone  a  little  bit  under  the  radar  as  well  as  to  avoid  suspicion.

          The  extent  of  Dexter’s  involvement  with  Bruce  and  his  Batman  activities  ended  pretty  much  right  here  :  a  pair  of  medical  tweezers  in  his  hand   as  he  very  carefully  extracted  a  bullet  from  their  shoulder.   The  armor  that  they  wore  was  the  only  thing  that  saved  it  from  going  in  any  deeper,  or  even  all  the  way  through.   His  abilities  as  an  alchemical  healer  were  exceptional   given  the  deep  understanding  of  the  human  body,  but   closing  a  through  -  and  -  through   wound  was  a  pain  in  the  ass  and  Dex  really  didn’t  want  to  go  through  the  effort.  This  was  much  easier.  He  could  feel  his  alchemy  thrumming  underneath  his  skin  and  helping  to  guide  careful  movements,   feeling  the  stainless  steel  eventually  clamping  over  the  bullet.   He’s  as  careful  as  humanly  possible  while  extracting  it,  letting  out  a  breath  that  they  didn’t  even  realize  they  were  holding  once  it  was  out.    “  Stop  getting  yourself  shot,  stupid.  ”     He  mumbles  in  response,   but  there  are  unspoken  words  behind  the  words.

          With  the  both  of  them  living  together  for  a  while  now,  it  was  easy  to  read  between  the  lines.    ‘  I’m  happy  to  help,  but  I  worry  for  you.  I’m  glad  that  you’re  okay  ’     was  what  he  was  saying  underneath  the  words.  Depositing  the  bullet  and  tweezers  into  a  pan  beside  him  Dexter  goes  to  focus  on  closing  the  wound.   He  presses  bloody  thumbs  as  gently  as  possible   on  either  the  side  of  the  wound  and  slowly  presses  the  edges  together.  It  takes  only  a  split  second  for  it  to  start  to  visibly  stitch  itself  shut,  the  blood  flow  stopping  completely.  Dex  only  pulls  his  hands  away  once  the  skin  is  blemish  free,   no  reminder  of  the  gunshot  being  anywhere  inside  or  out.   Heaving  a  small  sigh  the  alchemist  relaxes  a  little  bit  onto  the  stool  he  was  sitting  on,   shamelessly  attempting  to  wipe  his  hands  clean   on  his  sweatpants.  They  were  already  covered  in  blood,  no  point  in  trying  to  save  them.    “  How’d  you  manage  to  get  shot  through  the  one  gap  in  your  suit,  hmm?  ”     There  was  a  slight  teasing  lilt  to  his  tone,  even  if  beyond  it  all  there  was  worry. 

[batsnoire]

Since the other guy had been living here and sharing his life with Bruce in some way, there had been occasions when wounds had to be patched up. And the fact that he knew about Batman only meant that Bruce trusted him. (And he couldn't keep it a secret if he was taking someone in here.)

“If the others would finally stop bringing weapons to a fight…” Bruce tried to sound humorous, but he still felt the pain and hissed the words through his clenched lips more than anything else. He closed his eyes for a moment. It wasn't the first time he had thought about how to deal with firearms. He hated those things with a passion and couldn't bring himself to use them. At the expense of his body.

Dex's abilities were more than useful in situations like this. How often had he had to spend days or weeks in bed because he needed to recover from injuries? Oh, it had been cruel. Now? Now he could move his shoulder again. Just a few hours after the shot. He rotated it briefly as he sat up. He could still feel the pulling sensation, but it would pass. He knew that.

“I have to repair the suit,” he sighed, giving the other man an almost annoyed look. He worked on the suit every day, only to find another weak spot the next day. The bad guys out there were getting more and more creative. Maybe he should lock himself away for a few days to fix all the problems at once. Would Gotham be able to cope with that?

Bruce reached for the suit, feeling the fabric on the shoulder that had worn out. “I need to get some new fabrics and materials,” he muttered quietly, more to himself than to Dex. “Do you need anything else while I'm writing a list?” He looked up from his suit to look at the other man. It usually went like this: when Bruce ordered something, he also ordered for Dex so it would be less noticeable. Anything so they could both enjoy their lives in peace.

“By the way… before I forget to tell you,” Bruce reached next to him into one of the many tables in the room and pulled out a pearly white invitation. “Wayne Business is hosting a new event. Upstairs in the ballroom.” You could hear how reluctant Bruce was to do this. Annoyed was probably the best way to describe it. “We have to take security precautions so that no one finds your room.” No one would find his anyway, Bruce knew that already. But Dex's room hadn't been Dex's room for long and was therefore not yet as secure as it should be. “People like to snoop around to find out Bruce Wayne's secrets,” he said, rolling his eyes.

[whereareyourightnow]

THE BATMAN (2022) dir. Matt Reeves

[batsnoire]

“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”

A teasing look came over his eyes as he stepped a little closer and brushed a strand of Selina's hair behind her ear. “Do you want me to remind you what I taste like?” He had come so close to her that he could feel her breath on his skin, on his face. Her warmth was palpable.

[alleyspat]

this would be the third year that knox spent working in the field of freelance security. mostly, standing around powerful people looking just terrifying enough that no one tries anything stupid. they're not jobs where he speaks much, or is required a personality. he'd long since shed the impulse to put on airs. knox answers his question with tone calmly assured, ❛ i'd like to offer my services as a security specialist. ❜

knox produces a usb, and slides it gently toward the man in front of him, before continuing, ❛ i recognize i am one man, but i have connections others might not. there's proof on there of a planned assault on one of the martha wayne foundation schools, with the goal to frame your company for negligence. i've already tipped off the authorities, i'm sure they'll be in touch. ❜

[batsnoire]

Bruce's eyes narrowed for a moment, not because of the man's words, but because of the attack on the school, which in his eyes should never have happened. He nodded and pressed one of the many buttons on his desk. It didn't take long for someone to come in and take the USB stick. Bruce gave the person only a brief glance. “Check it and report back. Within five minutes.” Even though he didn't give the employee another look, he remained friendly.

“Thank you for this information, Knox, and now I know where I've seen you before,” Bruce continued, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a file with a picture of Knox on top. “I've heard about you,” he said, opening the file briefly but closing it again immediately.

“I'm interested. What do you have in mind in return? Accommodation, food, and the like will of course be financed by me. That's out of the question.”

[oftomorrow]

"Bruce." Clark accepts the offered handshake, gripping firmly — but never too firmly, of course. The state of the room is mildly alarming. Bruce certainly has enough money to get someone to clean up after him, so it has to be deliberate. Not to mention that he looks like he hasn't slept in a week. "Don't take this the wrong way, but... you don't look so good."

[batsnoire]

Sighing, Bruce ran his fingers through his dark hair before a hollow, short laugh escaped his brittle lips and he patted the seat next to him invitingly, albeit a little unsteadily. “Sit down.” The man was still speaking relatively clearly and intelligibly, but it was obvious that all that would change if he didn't stop. “Tell me, Clark,” said the man on the sofa, “how do you manage it all? Dealing with the loss? With the hatred?” His gaze slid to the living room ceiling. White stone. Far too clean for his taste. But there was nothing he could do about that at the moment.

[emma-ofnormandy]

#so close and yet so far My Lady Jane 1.4- Bluebird is Dead

[batsnoire]

🧼 Help the receiver shower / bathe after they get hurt. (From: Selina Kyle)

The warm water burned like hell in his wounds, which had now been treated, but he needed this bath nonetheless. He had to wash away the dirt of the night. Forget what had happened. Bruce sank a little deeper before looking at Selina, who was sitting on the edge of the tub, using her hands to wet his hair without him having to submerge himself. He smiled weakly. “Thank you for being here.” He wasn't afraid of drowning in the bathtub because she was watching over him.

[insectnova]

@batsnoire cont. !

Her  antennae  lowered  slowly  as  she  watched  his  hand  press  to  his  chest,  the  air  around  him  heavy  with  old  hurt  that  never  quite  settled.  She  tilted  her  head,  voice  soft  and  careful.  “  You  say  it  like  it  is  a  choice,  but  it  feels  more  like  something  that  keeps  happening  to  you.  ”  A  slight  pause,  eyes  kind  rather  than  intrusive.  “  It  hurts  very  deeply.  Not  all  at  once  like  it  keeps  reminding  you  it  is  still  there.  ”

Taking  a  slight  step  closer  to  him,  she  assured  that  her  presence  was  almost  weightless  or  soothing.  “  The  reason  that  I  don’t  want  to  see  anyone  suffer  with  all  that  pain  by  themselves,  at  least  let  that  be  known,  ”  she  said,  and  while  she  said  this,  her  fingers  twitched  slightly  as  though  reaching  out  to  him,  but  she  was  unsure  if  he  would  welcome  her.   “  It  helps  to  share  a  portion  of  the  pain  with  somebody,  even  if  it  is  a  little.  ”

[batsnoire]

When the person stepped a little closer, Bruce raised his eyebrows questioningly. She spoke so incredibly cryptically; did she enjoy confusing him, or was that just her way? He still couldn't figure her out, even though she was always gentle and friendly. There was no violence or hatred in her voice. She seemed far too good for this world, for this city. “Would you feel the pain just the same, or… would it just be gone?” Bruce didn't want her to feel pain. She was too good for that. If he could spare her from it, he would. Nevertheless, he reached for the glass and took another sip of alcohol. Empty again. He sighed. Maybe he should just let it go and face what was bubbling up inside him.

Slowly, he looked back at Mantis. She was still close, but hadn't moved any closer. She was waiting for the answer he owed her. “Only if it doesn't hurt you,” he said. He looked down at his hands again; they were trembling slightly. The pain was still there. But he no longer numbed himself with alcohol; that had backfired anyway.

[batsnoire]

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

"Don't worry" Bruce leaned slightly to the side so that Wanda could reach the wound more easily, his hands clawing at the fabric of his shirt. “Thanks for doing this,” he growled softly.

[batsnoire]

dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment / from here.

He inhaled sharply, his hands clinging to the fabric cushions, and he clenched his jaw as the other man dug into him. Relief washed over Bruce as the other man held up the small fragment and examined it. “Thank you,” Bruce squeezed out between his teeth. Sweat covered his body. Even though the wound was numb, he felt everything on his body so clearly, as if there were no anesthesia.