❝ grossly unfair to us cyber-vigilantes.

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purrpetrator:

       “ ‘TRUST ME,’ SHE SAYS. ” though she’s mumbling this to herself, selina has no doubt oracle has a clear idea of what she’s saying. on the count, selina flips over the bridge (unnecessary, maybe, but it sure looked nice), landing neatly on the truck in a crouched position and with her right hand resting on the truck’s top. “ when have i ever not trusted you, chief? ”

“   don’t   even   get   me   started.   who   throws   five   hundred   dollar   earrings   into   whiskey   ??   that   was   my  only   way   of   hearing   you.   “   ────      POT   CALLING   THE   KETTLE   BLACK.   it’s   only   natural   there’s   hesitancy   even   after   all   of   this   time.   deep   down   she’s   expecting   another   knife   to   the   back,   piercing   and   taken   by   surprise   as   if   she’s   shocked   a   cat   remains   fickle.   still   hurts   just   the   same.   ────      “   nice   landing.   “   ────      steepled   fingers   brush   against smirking   lips   when   a   familiar   painting   comes   into   view.   ────      “   ...   and   there   he   is.   portrait   of   a   young   man   has   been   missing   since   1939.   how   on   earth   these   lowlife   thugs   got   a   hold   of   it   is   beyond   me.   selina,   just   FYI   if   you   cut   and   run   now   i’m   telling   bruce.   so   no   funny   business.   “

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babs being bamboozled for the 3289302th time by non other than miss kyle.

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idk what’s going on but same. 

[theiralien-deactivated20180629]

faster  than  a  speeding  bullet  ,  more  powerful  than  a  locomotive  ,  able  to  leap  tall  buildings  in  a  single  bound  ! 

do  you  like  your  girls  indestructible  ?  able  to  fly  ?  maybe  even  extremely  bisexual  and  kryptonian  too  ?  well  ,  look  no  further  !  feel free to like or reblog this post if you’re interested !

IND. KARA ZOR - EL / SUPERGIRL OF DC COMICS. TYPED BY LACEY ! TEMP DASH ONLY !

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babs anytime someone mentions tw.ilight: don’t ever talk to me or my library of books ever again.

[theiralien-deactivated20180629]

      ❝     YOU  WORK  AT  THAT  LIBRARY  DOWNTOWN  ,  don’t  you  ?      ❞     faux  glasses  ,  plucked  from  the  bridge  of  her  nose  ,  now  rest  snugly  among  tousled  strands  atop  her  head  .  papers  get  shuffled  –  her  homework  ,  mostly  –  before  plunking  them  down  and  sliding  into  the  booth  across  from  barbara  .

      ❝     craziest  thing  happened  .  i  went  there  earlier  today  to  check  out  some books  ,  and  the  entire  twilight  series  disappeared  !  any  idea  what  happened  ?      ❞

@cybervig

[cybervig]

"   every   weekday,   yeah   !!      i’ve   been   weeding   out   the   garbage   genres   lately.   you   wouldn’t   believe   who   i   saw   in   there   the   other   day,   nose   deep   in   some   smutty   romance   novel...  had  to  kick   her   out.   “      ────      SHE’S   SPORTING   A   SHINER   FROM   the   night   before   with   black   and   blue   knuckles   to   match.   it’s   no   bother,   nothing   a   little   makeup   and   large   framed   glasses   won’t   cover   up.   still,   jim   has   been   asking   way   too   many   questions   recently.   some   rather   sharp   on   the   nose,   almost   skimming   the   surface   of   what   she   actually   gets   up   to.      ────      “   i   can   grade   these   right   now   if   you   want   ??   should   only   take   a   sec   for   me.   “

smirking   lips   then   purse   into   a   thin   line,   brows   furrowed   when   kara’s   statement   is   (   reluctantly   )   absorbed.   ────      “   oh   for   crying   out   loud   --   --   please   tell   me   you’re   not   one   of   them   ??      oh,   come   on   kara   kent   !!   i   had   faith   in   you   !!   “

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theiralien:

       ❝     MAYBE .  why  ?  you  jealous  because  you  only  have  one  ?     ❞

“   no,   because   bullets   don’t   just   ‘ TICKLE ‘   me   and   changing   batsuits   is   a   lot   like   a   movie   montage...   it   should   only   happen   ONCE.   “

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canaricry:

          “    HEY ,   PRETTY  MUCH  THE  SAME  THING ,   RIGHT ?    ”    palms  flatten  against  cool  stone  as  she  reaches  the  bottom  of  the  staircase ,   ready  to  steady  herself .    a  pause ,   tense ,   prepared  to  react  to  whatever  awaited  her .    but  there  was  nothing .    she  doesn’t  like  it .    lips  press  firmly  together ,   choosing  instead  to  turn  to  her  left  as  she  had  been  told .    no  need  to  worry  her  partner  just  yet .    one  hand  reaches  for  the  device ,   holding  it  in  front  of  her  face  and  squinting .    “    still  looks  like  a  remote  control  to  me .    ”    she  places  it  against  metal ,   the  contact  echoing  in  the  space .    the  extent  doesn’t  match  the  size  of  her  surroundings .    brow  immediately  furrows .    “    so  exactly  how  fast  is  this  thing  supposed  to  be ?    ”

“   you’ve   got   a   lot   to   learn.   “   ────         NUMBERS   RUN   FROM   MIND   TO   FINGERTIPS,   working   in   sync   as   if   the   oracle   herself   were   a   machine.   she’s   silent,   calculating   frequencies,   coiling   palms   round   the   sides   of   silicon   edges.   unlike   machines,   humans   are   flawed,   imperfect   chunks   of   flesh,   bone,   and   defective   parts.   some   lose   their   memory   like   a   damaged   hard   drive   while   others   lose   feeling   or   limbs   altogether.   if   only   those   pieces   could   be   replaced,   and   memories   eternal.   unfortunately...   life   is   like   a   hand   of   cards   cruelly   dealt.   a   gamble   more   dangerous   than   russian   roulette   itself.    in    the    end   no   one   comes   out   a   winner.     ────         “   got   it.   i   think   this   safe   is   much   larger   than   i   originally   thought...   “   ────         silence   permeates   the   room,   and   it’s   then   barbara   realizes   the   loud   persistent   thud   ringing   in   her   ears   is   actually   her   own   nervous   heart.   ────         “   please   be   careful,   dinah.   we   have   no   idea   what   we’re   dealing   with   here.   “

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babs doesn’t really like over the top fiction. she much prefers books like the theory of everything and when she’s feeling philosophical she’ll read some pl.ato.

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“   listen.   i’m   going   to   need   you   to   trust   me   on   this   one.   it’s   like   a   trust   fall...   that   you’re   going   to   have   to   make   in   3...   2...   1...   “

@purrpetrator   /   gets   a   random  thing.

[cybervig]

wow icb @purrpetrator had to remind me i remade babs in january not march lmfao 

[cybervig]

❝  -----   but   every   now   and   then   she   thinks   about   that   day.   was   there   anything   she   could   have   done   differently  ??   what   if   she   hadn’t   opened   the   door  ??   ❞   ────   EST.  JAN  2018.

[cybervig]

@theiralien

“  did   you   just... ??   change   outfits   AGAIN ??  “

[shesnake]

I wasn’t prepared for you.

[cybervig]

imagine babs as b.atgirl at a pride parade making sure everyone stays safe. oh, and she’s also sporting pride stickers on her suit. 

[cybervig]

happy pride month ( ft. dinahbabs !! )

[cybervig]

canaricry:

          “    WORRIED  ABOUT  ME ?    ”     fondness  in  teasing   (  ever  present  no  matter  the  mission  ——-  they  wouldn’t  be  them  without  it  )   all  while  stepping  between  unconscious  forms  to  reach  the  dented  white  appliance .    she  fiddles  with  the  handle  at  first ,   requiring  a  particularly  hard  tug  to swing  it  open .    and ,   as  promised ,   there  is  a  set  of  stone  stairs  leading  into  complete  darkness .     “    talk  about  a  cliché .    ”     even  muttered  under  her  breath ,   she  can  imagine  barbara’s  expression  from  halfway  across  the  world .     goggles  slipped  over  her  eyes  allow  for  easy  adjustment  to  the  lack  of  light.     “    you  wanna  give  me  a  ‘  heads  up  ’  on  what  you  think  is  down  there?     or  is  it  a  surprise?    ”

“   me ,  worried   about   you   ??   no,   never.   “   ────   sarcasm   is   nearly   tangible   when   she   speaks,    hovering   palms    barely   twitching   when   emerald   eyes   fall   sharp   on   all   three   monitors.   there   are   times   she   breaks   a   sweat,   and   those   are   the   various   times   that   a   signal   is   lost,   and   those   voices   she   holds   near   and   dear   are   momentarily   silenced.   barbara   sits   alone   in   the   dark,   sweating   bullets   and   praying   to   any   deity   that   might   listen.   protect   what   oracle   cannot   save.   ────  “   it’s   a   decently   sized   safe   that   needs   cracking...   should   be   to   your   left.   “   ────   she   pauses,   smirk   making   it’s   way   back   onto   stern   features.  ────   “      i’m   going   to   need   you   to   place   the   contact...   it’s   that   thing   in   your   left   pocket   you   called   a   ‘   remote   control   ‘   earlier.   “