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[batisms]

𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐞, I’LL NEVER WAKE UP 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. I DON’T WANT TO LIVE, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 

*   /   for :     &    @catlucked    !

[fleetfootghost]

Selina Kyle’s apartment in The Batman (2022)

[blaire-bennett]

i can feel the needles in my hands. feel the needles in my bones. crawlin' up my spine to where god only knows.

[batheir]

i’ll be divorcing your father 💅 again

"again? ...what did he allegedly do this time? because all is innocent until proven guilty, remember mom."

[catlucked]

“allegedly?” she has to refrain from rolling her eyes, but doesn’t hold back the dramatic sigh that escapes her as soon as she plops down on helena’s bed. she throws a hand over her face and clarifies, “your father’s been ignoring me for days.” or for several hours today. feels like several days, though, so she’ll stick to this version.

[batisms]

“there wouldn't be any shame in it even if you did.” soft spoken voice reassures, “maybe it's slightly nonsensical, but still. it's neat knowledge to acquire.” look at them, they could use some of the knowledge quite frankly so bruce wasn't debunking their desires to survive for whatever reason intrigued them so much. “yes. isn't it.” he agrees, intrigued selina even tells him it in the first place.

“yes, they do. and isn't it fascinating that nobody knows who named the stars and constellations. most of the names were assigned by early greek and arabian astronomers.” bruce tells her right before fear's instilled and he can't answer if alfred's going to find him or not, that kind of emotion he loathed and despised every time it sprung back up again. “hello! hello, you two,” a gravelly voice sounds from the trees before appearing, an old white-haired senile man with a waving knife, “would you like a taste of my knife? it's a good knife, a precious little knife, i promise.” he cackles, starting to come near them. frightened blues move on the curly haired girl whose hand is in his, “run, selina.” he commands without hesitation, using her hand in his to his advantage as he begins to take off, pulling her with him.

[catlucked]

“you’re something else,  bruce wayne.”   emerald hues glance up towards the dark sky with feigned annoyance upon hearing the reassuring words.   selina simply can’t help but wonder how it’s possible for someone to be so kind and non-judgmental.   “guess you’re one of those people who think there’s no such thing as useless knowledge,  hm?”   she teases,  tempted to inquire about the least useful piece of knowledge he’s ever acquired but the strange,  rustling noise nearby distracts her.   catlike features contorting into a grimace of confusion,  hand absently squeezing bruce’s.   not because she’s afraid,  she’s never afraid,  but because he might be and she just wants to reassure him that everything’s okay.   

she keeps telling herself that there’s nothing to be afraid of in these woods.   maybe some animal?   maybe it’s just the wind?   mother nature’s known for playing tricks on people’s senses,  especially at night.   it’s only when the bush right in front of them parts suddenly and the strange-looking man reveals himself,  weapon glistening in his hand,  that selina feels her blood turning to ice.   she wants to scream and run but neither her voice nor her legs seem willing to cooperate,  keeping her stuck right where she is,  mute and frozen.   the man is wielding a knife,  it dawns on her,  while she and bruce have not even a shaving razor on them.   it’s the tug of bruce’s hand that has her snapping out of this daze,  kick-starting a rush of adrenaline that in turn helps her regain control over her own body.   “fuck you,  old prick!   you come any closer and i’ll shove that precious knife so far up your ass you’ll taste it in your mouth!”   she flips the man off,  already turning away from him,  never letting go of bruce’s hand as they take off into the night.   “run!   don’t look back,  bruce!”

[gothamstreetcat]

Will you slow down?! No! You want your genius metal back, keep up!

BABY BATCAT in BATMAN ABSOLUTE #3 │GOTHAM 1.10 & 2.17

[batisms]

@catlucked

[felicitykings]

Breathe! Look at me.

GOTHAM (2014-2019) ↳ 4.21 One Bad Day

[batisms]

༄  . . . 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝔅𝐀𝐓. 🦇

┆┆ A STUDY IN THE BIRTH OF 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧. a young billionaire heir, consumed in darkness & a festering ANGER. the weirdo, the freak, the outcast. the shriek in a dark alley, the ignite to a broken city's dark guardian. a young sleuth, after the case of his parents MURDER– following a true calling. . . . [ FEAR ] turned into strength.

*  independent  writing blog for 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒  𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒,  primary verses based in 𝘧𝘰𝘹'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮, 𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 and animated verse based from 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. #𝔅𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒.

❝ AND WHY DO WE FALL, BRUCE? . . . so we can learn to pick ourselves back up. –– THEY THINK i'm hiding in the shadows, but I AM the shadows.

[batisms]

“oh, i see.” feeling embarrassed for underestimating her, his cheeks pale into rosiness. “that makes sense.” the dark haired boy admits, he was always taught to never give in to his pride for long. that's what makes a man a better man, in the words of his father. “no, but maybe my father was since he was good at it. if only we could get a clearer view, though.” attention focused on the sky, of course he flinches when he hears the rock hit, “it's simple, selina. you observe which direction the star has moved– if it has descended, then that means you are facing west. and if it has ascended, you are facing east. if the star has moved to the left, you are facing north and if it has moved to the right, you are facing south. and of course i know what direction we came from.” but it's the canopy of tree branches and the partly cloudy sky making it hard to decipher. something else shuffles and it wasn't a rock this time selina's thrown, he's paying attention this time. gaze moving on her side profile, hoping he's merely paranoid, “did you hear that?”

[catlucked]

“i don’t like him,  though.”   bear grylls.   she decides to ramble on in a feeble attempt at taking their minds off just how dreadful of a situation they’ve found themselves in.   “i think he’s an idiot.   survivalists are all freaks.   who in their right mind heads out into the jungle,  showers in creeks,  sleeps under a rock and kills wild animals for lunch when they could just stay home and go to a mcdonald’s?”   camping is a different thing.   camping can be fun when done properly.   but people like bear grylls take everything to the extremes.   she tilts her head up to look at the sky above as bruce tells her about navigating the stars,  trying to see something through the clouds and thick tree crowns.   “so that’s what people did before iphones and maps.   that’s kinda fascinating.”   for nerds like him,  of course.   she might be a little impressed by his knowledge,  but won’t openly say it.   so he doesn’t get too arrogant.   “do you also know the names of the stars you’re looking at?”   she wonders,  rubbing the back of her neck as she looks at him.   briefly,  afraid her face might be saying things her mouth refuses to.   “do you think alfred is looking for you?”   she hopes so.   her feet hurt,  her thighs burn,  and she’s hungry,  but before she can complain about any of these things,  she hears something move in the bushes.   her heart skips a beat,  and not in a nice way.   not like it does when bruce slips his hand into hers or does something nice for her.   a shiver races up her spine.   “hm?   no.   it’s only in your head or maybe a squirrel,”   she says,  trying to convince herself that she hasn’t heard anything.   but it’s clear they both did.   her hand finds his,  squeezing gently,  even though she’s looking in the opposite direction.

[batisms]

"what for?" almost comedic the way he questions with such sincerity, genuine confusion. finding zero shame holding a woman's health product. ignoring her next words on purpose, about his shy laughter he does... he doesn't want to admit the way he's freaking out the same way he never wants to admit to any fear. he shoves it down and wears a stoic facade. "just to be sure, selina." he reassures, wondering why it's such a big deal to acquire two rather than just one. and it's too late, it's joining the cart and then his hands curl around the rail to start pushing it to the next aisle.

enough of this one, that was for certain. he catches the emotions watering her eyes and of course his right arm comes up to wrap around her as they walk, happy to be her anchor while his own heart beats with fear. "i don't imagine it having any capability to change for the worst." just as long as they keep a strong protection held over this potential child, that was what he was stressing the most over. and failing as a father. "it's okay to have confused feelings about it," adding while she's pulling away, his hand moving to rest back on the cart, grabbing the bag of flour his attention is on before redirecting to selina, "you love baking with me. you want to stop and get a cup of whip cream for ace? who are you, selina?" bruce jokes, now becoming concerned, genuinely laughing this time. of course they'll stop for a coffee shop treat, he never resists. "cookies, unless you think otherwise?"

[catlucked]

“hm?”   a soft chuckle escapes selina’s lips,  briefly wondering if bruce is genuinely expecting some sort of answer or just trying to humor her.   he looks so silly,  holding that menstrual cup,  that she wishes she was in a better mood and could properly tease him about it.   “oh,  it’s…   well,  some women use these instead of tampons.   it’s reusable,”   she explains,  pressing her lips together to keep from grinning goofily.   “it’s a waste of money.   i’m sure it’s just a false alarm.”   frowning when she glances at the contents of the cart,  the pregnancy tests staring back at her,  glaring,  annoying her by simply existing.   mostly,  she’s just annoyed with herself,  though.   how can this be happening to her out of all people?   “it’s embarrassing,”   she grumbles,  trying to relieve the tension,  pointing to the boxes in the cart,   “now everyone knows i must have slept with you at least once.”   still,  she loosely loops an arm around his as they move onto the next aisle,  part of her wanting to cling to him.

“then you lack imagination,”   she counters,  rolling her eyes.   she doesn’t want to attack him,  but it comes naturally in times like this —   taking her frustrations out on those who have managed to get too close to her heart.   “what experience do we have anyway?”   none.   he’s got a dog,  she’s got a bunch of cats,  and that’s about it.   his parents were loving and wanted to give him the world,  but they died when he was just a little boy.   her parents?   doesn’t get much worse.   her father was a drunk.   her mother took her own life.   “right,”   she sighs,  picking up a bag of sugar,  figuring they might need it,  too.   “hey,  can you send a newborn off to a boarding school in new england?   i’ll have alfred look into this,”   she attempts to joke,  trying her best to seem nonchalant and unbothered when the truth is she’s never been more stressed in her life.   “look,  if i’m nice to you and ace today,  maybe the universe will be nice to me in return,  right?   is that how karma works?”   no,  not really.   still,  she needs to occupy herself with something.   she might as well try to befriend the stinky thing.   “cookies sound good to me,  too.”

[batisms]

"how do you know about bear grylls? i thought you said shows like that are lame." when he once had tv on and that was the selection of his show choice. and if she's not denying it . . . why would she speak like that to begin with? "well, my father always said to look at the stars for guidance, but that would only be allowed to work on a clear night." and peering down at his broken compass, it's doing little to help but he's trying to figure a way to fix it. "if you have any ideas, feel free to suggest them selina." since it's not fair to badger him, while doing nothing to help in return.

[catlucked]

“same way i know about obama.   i don’t live under a rock and we do have TVs in the narrows.”   contrary to what a rich kid like yourself might think,  she’s tempted to add but decides against it,  figuring her facial expression speaks loud enough.   “and i don’t actually have to watch or like the show to know who bear grylls is.”   she rolls her eyes,  not willing to admit she may have seen an episode or two and been quite fascinated by that man’s survival skills.   “even if we did see the stars,  how would you navigate them?   were you a corsair in the past life or something?”   call her pragmatic,  but stars all look the same to her.   she absently kicks a rock farther down the trail,  pulling the flaps of her jacket tighter around her body.   “maybe we should just stay here?   if we knew how to start a fire,  someone would see it and come rescue us?”   under any other circumstances,  she’d be against asking or hoping for help,  but they seem to be running out of options here.   “that’s it.   that’s my best idea,”   she sighs,  walking a little closer to bruce as the air around them grows colder.

[batisms]

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇.  you  have  to  choose.  i  beg  of   you,  my  son,  please  choose  𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.  unless  you  feel  a  calling   —   A      TRUE     CALLING .  ❞

* independent  ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ,  based  from  FOX'S  GOTHAM,  BTAS + NOLAN verses.

[mylifeingotham]

[acervobatman]

Knight Terrors: Catwoman #1 wirten by Tini Howard.

[batisms]

"if we wish to prevent dying, then joking isn't the most suitable answer." he retorts, dark brows drawn into a fed-up crease. the cold around them settling over the tree tops and the ground bitterly, unforgivingly. "that's repulsive, selina." he can't believe her imagination even comes up with things like that. "i will." snapping back, blues looking up to the sky, cheeks pricked by the chilly wind. trying to follow the sky to get a hint on where to search for the north star just like his father had taught him on their camping trips, but there's little visibility from the cloudy night– of course it is to make things even more difficult.

[catlucked]

“not to sound rude, but something tells me you’re no bear grylls, which in turn leads me to believe we won’t be doing a whole lot of this prevent dying thing.” she has to stifle a laugh, eyeing this skinny boy up and wondering how he plans on surviving out in the woods with highly limited resources when he most likely couldn’t last a day in his manor without alfred. “hey, i’m not denying that.” it really is repulsive. “but when you’re out of water and been lost for a day or two, i guess you kind of stop being picky about your beverage choices?” she shrugs, pretending the situation they’ve found themselves in doesn’t worry or bother her when in fact she’s beginning to feel more and more anxious by each passing second. “yeah, show me what you’ve got, tough guy.” she bumps his side with her bony elbow, not even trying to hide the lack of confidence in her voice — there’s just no way this boy is leading them out of the woods. 

[batisms]

"don't  be  ridiculous,  you  know  what  the  underneath  of  my  bed  looks  like."  responding  well  thought  out  &  cleverly,  smiling  confidently  and  finally  not  faltering  to  her  many  attempts  at  embarrassing  him.  "least  of  my  concerns."  she  just  doesn't  know  what  it's  equipped  with  if  any  thieves  want  to  attempt  it.  "we'll  find  a  way  to  deal  with  alfred."  even  though  bruce  will  end  up  just  pretending  he  hears  zero  of  any  what  he  tries  to  say,  keep  his  face  buried  in  a  newspaper.  the  dark  haired  boy  shyly  smiles  at  the  kiss  to  his  cheek,  thinking  he  could  get  used  to  the  smell  of  selina's  lipgloss.  trying  not  to  make  it  noticeable,  but  wishing  he  could  watch  her  apply  it  all  day.  the  glow  of  the  mirror  illuminating  her  face  is  so  pretty…  blue  gaze  only  lingers  for  a  few  seconds  but  it's  enough  to  make  his  heart  flip  in  ensuring  she’s  the  prettiest  girl  in  the  world.  "i  try  not  to  be."  discreetly  replying  despite  the  playful  smug  smile  gently  dimpling  his  cheeks  then  voice  lifts  in  higher  amusement,  "you  can't  ask  me  how  fast  it  can  go,  while  accusing  me  of  being  a  show  off  at  the  same  time,  selina."  bruce  chuckles,  driving  through  the  open  gates  and  turning  onto  the  road  that  will  lead  them  to  the  city.  there's  always  this  perfect  straight  stretch  he  floors  it  on,  this  time  … no  different  as  his  foot  presses  harder  on  the  acceleration  and  hand  shifts  a  few  gears.  

[catlucked]

“yeah, okay, fair enough,” selina agrees with a laugh, reaching over the console to switch the radio station to the classic rock one that she particularly likes. mötley crüe’s kickstart my heart pouring through the speakers as she leans back in her seat, very much pleased with herself. “if i’m being honest, i know exactly what the underneath of all the beds in your house looks like. i also know the contents of the pantry and…” she trails off before she can say something dumb like your parents’ old safe. she hasn’t stolen anything, but she’s too curious to refrain from picking locks.“you think he’s bold enough to actually confront us? i mean, would he really want to have this conversation with us?” the birds and the bees conversation. she feels a sudden rush of warmth within her chest, using the pad of her thumb to wipe the remaining lipgloss off his cheek, thinking he looks so cute like this, thinking she could get used to this life. “don’t worry, i like that about you, just don’t tell you often so it doesn’t get to your head.” tapping his forehead, she nearly squeals in surprise as the car roars to life beneath them, their surroundings a blur as they pick up speed. her heart racing in sync with the engine, adrenaline coursing through her veins. “wow! didn’t know you had it in you, b.” she laughs, feeling the force of the acceleration push her back into the seat. the thrill is simply intoxicating, has her feeling invincible. the world outside disappearing, leaving only the rush of speed, the pounding of her pulse, and the freedom of the open road ahead. she loves it. she loves him.

[harleystuff]

📷 Morena Baccarin by Lee Malone