BLACK AS NIGHT.

i am vengeance.  i am the night.  (ap)

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scrolling through my dash at any given time like

[jewcannibal]

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@evilwork

[patrickgalantes-archived]

beware the gray ghost| batman the animated series

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#let it be known that if i ever see cole in person im punching him first thing @psyclownsis 

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this is the most important alternate costume in the arkham series if only bc it makes batman look like a fucking low-res idiot next to literally everything else in the game

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no offense but i’d sell what’s left of my soul to see bruce wayne genuinely smile more often the way he does whenever he watches re-runs of the gray ghost

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               — aesthetic  +  the suit. 

[wnq-writers]

She’s not easy. She’s not always affectionate. She’s got her ups and downs, her good days and her bad. She’ll make you feel invincible one day and weak the next. She’ll scare you. That’s the way it is. You’ll be tempted to leave, to run. But you won’t. You’ll always come back because underneath it all she’s still perfect, because she’s still your world.

D. Watson (via wnq-writers)

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anyway.  i love everyone’s honorary dad, even if i half-assed his armor

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 “i’ve worked with a crazy man for many years, and i look at you boys and i can see why bruce is so... driven.  bruce knows he’s too broken inside to ever be a good father, but it’s always been important to him to leave something behind.  [ ... ]  you are his only legacy in the end.  and he knows it.” 

i’m upset

[ritalinnrat]

Anyone get that “my childhood was stolen and it’s not fair” kind of angry

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       if you’re interested in being mains with this big, bad bat, give this a like.  what does this mean, exactly?  basically, if i have any specific plots in mind, or if i wanna discuss the development in Bruce’s relationship with a particular muse, you’ll be my go-to choice for your character.  i’ll take two mains for each character and obviously, people i’ve known for a while take priority.  all i ask is that you’re willing to extend the same courtesy / title to me!  you can see my current list below.  

boydevoured  /  colin gray.   capedflight  /  tim drake.  catburglr  /  selina kyle. celebrityvictim  /  sidney prescott.   citrained  /  courtney callahan.   feelsache  /  ginger fitzgerald.   gangguro  /  mitsuko souma. gutrage  /  logan howlett.   killedrobin  /  jason todd. lakewoodsecond  /  audrey jensen.  miraclewings  /  dick grayson. misskringle  /  kristen kringle. picarexque  /  akira kurusu.  tadashi masaru. rosenbled  /  ruby rose.  serialclown  /  captain spaulding.   sitched  /  kim possible.  vortexcd  /  victoria chase. 

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              ——  WITHOUT THE DARKNESS, THERE’D BE NO LIGHT IN ME.   //   private, selective & nsfw.  written by cole.

[misskringle]

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“You’re him, aren’t you? You’re the Batman.”

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        ❛ unless there are any  other  masked vigilantes  i should know about. ❜

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i just installed the owo extension on chrome and i’m losing my goddamn mind

[gutrage-archive-deactivated2024]

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logan  hates  these  god-forsaken  events.  big  wigs  in  ironed  dress-suits  pulled  fresh  out  of  some  dry  cleaning  service  comprised  of  second-generation  foreigners  and  their  aging  parents,  rollex  watches  clasped  around  their  wrists  priced  higher  than  some  peoples’  entire  homes.  he  attends  because  he’s  made  to,  a  representative  of  the  x-men  –  they  should’ve  sent  scott  and  emma,  not  logan.  ororo  is  doing  well.  her  laughter  rebounds  across  the  room.  a  part  of  him  is  just  a  whit  jealous  of  her  ability  to  mingle.  he  hopes  they  all  take  her  in.  

consumed  with  glowering  in  the  corner,  he,  for  once,  does  not  hear  the  man’s  approach.  everything  is  loud  here.  he  feels  like  his  ears  are  ringing.  the  scent  of  perfumes,  wines,  smoke,  and  pressed  cotton  assaults  his  senses;  he  sees  a  scintilla  of  dirt  on  the  floor.

he  flinches  when  bruce’s  voice  hits  his  ear.  ‘  what?  ‘  —  it’s  difficult  to  discern  syllables  and  consonants  when  everyone  is  chattering  at  once.

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          parties aren’t his favorite pastime, but they’ve become a semi-regular occurrence in his already packed schedule.  tonight, he’s traded in Kevlar weave and MR fluid-based armor for a custom-made Amosu, black as night with thin, gray stitching running vertically down the material.  if there was one thing he respected, it was a self-made entrepreneur.             it doesn’t take a genius to sense Logan’s discomfort; it’s something Bruce recognizes from his younger days, when his parents insisted upon bringing him to countless parties where he was feted by men whose suits barely held their frame and women wearing enough perfume to fill a lake.         ❛ I SAID , ❜   he repeats, lips curling into a small, albeit genuine smile  ( a rarity, to be sure, at these social functions )  as he extends his hand towards Logan.  strong fingers clutch at a chaser, the telltale bite of whiskey wafting from its rim.   ❛ you looked like you could use one. ❜ 

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   “ MR.  WAYNE? “     She  says,  gracefully  stepping  up  to  the  gentleman  out  on  the  balcony.  There’s  a  CHARMING  smile  upon  her  red  lips  and  her  JADE  eyes  seem  to  sparkle  like  jewels  in  the  light  of  the  city  below.  She’s  dressed  elegantly  in  a  gown  of  RED  SATIN  with  a  string  of  pearls  around  her  dainty  throat.  Events  such  as  these  were  a  RARITY  for  her:  she  chose  to  keep  a  LOW  PROFILE  within  the  world  of  the  wealthy  elite,  concealing  herself  from  the  eyes  of  others  to  keep  their  questions  behind  closed  lips.     “ I  must  say  you  throw  quite  a  LOVELY  party.  It  reminds  me  of  the  MET  GALA,  only  more  glamorous “      

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           he’s never been fond of these parties.  even as a child, he hated being led by the hand to meet other rich folks, whose hands he’d reluctantly shake and whose names he’d inevitably forget.  now, unfortunately, they’d become a necessity  --  the investors were now generous benefactors for his various charities around Gotham, and nothing drew out the city’s social elite like an elaborate mixer.         ❛ VANESSA. ❜   he smiles and gives a gracious nod, briefly lifting his champagne flute in a gesture of gratitude.  ❛ i’m so glad you could attend.  you look wonderful tonight. ❜