Bruce Wayne

AP.// under CO

[justaballoffluff]

“I’ll tell you then: I am known—-apart from being the Sentient Knife Block—-as being able to keep quiet. You tell me something and you don’t want it to be found out by anyone else? I won’t tell. Not to you, not to any government agency, not to anyone unless I’m told it’s okay to. So no, no matter what you do, I’m not going to tell you.”

[darknesstocome]

“------ Everyone has their price.” He mused out lowly, “You have it, I have it, and even the Joker has it if given enough... incentive.” 

It was then Bruce paused for a moment, “You might not tell me now, but eventually... you will.”

[darknesstocome]

*logs on* I remember this blog exists.

[justaballoffluff]

“Perhaps others have a price, but I don’t. I have my integrity, after all, and don’t you know my reputation?”

[darknesstocome]

“I know SOME of it, but not most.” He mused out lowly, “You might have to help me brush up on it, but I thought I could ask nicely.”

[natusexcinis]

              “—— Now, that was a LOW blow even for you, Bruce. Do you want to try that again?”

[darknesstocome]

        “No, not really, but it’s the truth isn’t it? Or maybe we need to look more closely.”

[thefirstofthefallen]

       “I have my ways, Mr. Wayne. I am sure we can come to some sort of… agreement that benefits us both.” If they couldn’t? Well, it seemed that the First would simply have to make the other come to an agreement. Any way possible.

[darknesstocome]

          “I’m sure you do, Mr....?” He asked with a faint chuckle, “As I said before, I don’t know where he is, and I doubt I would care either way.” Bruce then shrugged, “Now, is there anything else you need?”

[themasterofthedarkarts]

     “An’ there is a difference between killin’ an’ murder, bu’ it’s very slim, Brucy. Do remember tha’”

[darknesstocome]

   “The difference isn’t that clear, Constantine.” There was a pause, “I thought you were headed back home or has that changed?”

[themasterofthedarkarts]

   “I’m lookin’ for somethin’, Batty.” He spat back with a grunt, “Ya don’t need ta’ know anythin’ more than tha’ little fac’.” It was, in truth a way to keep the other from asking too many questions, but he doubted it would work. It never worked.

    “So! Ya’ just gonna have ta’ let me get what I need from here, an’ then I will be outa’ ya damnable city. No’ ta’ say it’s bad or anythin’, bu’ it does smell, an’ worse than most third world countries.”

[darknesstocome]

 Now, that was a complete insult, and it was more than likely clear that the both of them knew it. Gotham was many things, there was grime, there was dust, and there was death. It was what gave it flavor, but it was changing. Or so Bruce thought it was.

If this had been simply Bruce Wayne and John Constantine, there would have been a few jokes tossed around, and some laughter. Yet, this wasn’t ---- it was Batman and the Hellblazer. 

An insult to the city as a whole was an insult to everything he stood for or even was ---- it wasn’t something that was decent, it was despicable, and it was something the defender of the city wouldn’t stand for. If he was being honest with himself, it would have taken seconds just to calm down, and ignore everything the other said.

However, that would mean personally admitting that Constantine was indeed correct, and that was something he couldn’t do. In this persona of his, he couldn’t admit that he might have been right, but rather, Bruce had to prove that he was completely wrong, and the only way to do that was simple; violence. 

As such, with out warning, Bruce moved to grasp Constantine's tie firmly before moving to slam him right into the wall with as much force as possible ---- it was going to hurt, that much was clear as day. It wasn’t just a warning... it was a full out act that the other had managed to step over boundaries.

“Never INSULT my city, Hellblazer.”  

[darknesstocome]

Let’s all remember the time that Bruce decked Constantine for insulting his city. 

[darknesstocome]

Let’s all think about what will happen when Bruce finds out what Ky’lar has done besides beat him up.

I mean, Ky’lar DID let a demon out of hell, and who knows what else.

[darknesstocome]

I was productive here.... I got almost all drafts done. 

AND the person that I was going to have brunch with cancelled omfg.

[darknesstocome]

@cfgreycells

       “I would have thought you were harder to track down ---- getting soft?” Bruce asked as he folded his arms calmly across his chest, “Not that I blame you, but the point still stands.”

[luxettenebra]

Revan’s eyes fixed on John and…anger, hot and bright, settled over her. Narrowing her eyes and lifting her chin, she glared at him, reaching out to the Darkside and feeling it respond to her. “I am indeed Revan. And if you are the one who has done this, than I suggest you either start running or stay. Either way, I’m going to fight you and I’m going to win.”

[darknesstocome]

“Running?” 

A faint chuckle escaped his lips at that simplistic comment ---- did she really expect him to run? That would be FOOLISH, even for what Bruce did most nights, but that was besides the point for the time being it seemed.

“I don’t run, but it was his fault ----- as I said before? We had a disagreement.” 

[mxcreed-a]

Seeking out the Deadlock Gang after all that had happened was probably not the best idea, he’ll admit, but they had information on him and his father that he needed. 

“Is that so?” He says, unwavering. “I ain’t all talk, and I ain’t afraid of you. I have my own goal, and I won’t let you stop me.”

Jesse McCree, a man born and made of nothing but mistakes, took a swing, aiming to punch Bruce square in the jaw.

[darknesstocome]

In truth, it more than likely WASN’T the best of idea’s for the both of them to be there, but as per-usual, Bruce seemed to think of the best interests of EVERYONE, and didn’t look at the situation as a whole. He could have actually walked AWAY and let everything pass.

However, at the words, it sounded like a CHALLENGE, and that was something that Bruce thought he could handle. What was the worst that could happen? If anything, he knew he could HANDLE a punch, but he wasn’t expecting it so suddenly.

It was HARSH, BRUTAL, and more than likely would HURT horribly in the morning. He should have been SMARTER than this to leave himself wide open. What was he thinking? The fact was, he WASN’T thinking as he moved to sent a swing right into McCree’s chest.

[darknesstocome]

Starter call!

*Waves hands* You will like this... I think. Maybe? Or not.

[darknesstocome]

@thefirstofthefallen

       “------ I don’t KNOW where he is and even if I did? I doubt you would be able to convince me to tell you.” 

[justaballoffluff]

“I am not telling you shit, no matter how much you try to bribe me with. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, and I meant it.”

[darknesstocome]

        “You will eventually.” He mused out lightly, “How much will it cost? Everyone has their price.”

[darknesstocome]

Let’s all remember the time.. Bruce beat up John Lowe to a bloody pulp.