I never got over the death of Ace, and I always resented the fact that she and Raven never had the chance to meet.
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I never got over the death of Ace, and I always resented the fact that she and Raven never had the chance to meet.
|| OOC ||
I’m alive but at what cost, my dudes.
sometimes I think about Ace(child) and Ace(dog) both being the first ones up in the morning and just sitting together on the carpet, staring at each other and having weird seemingly one-sided conversations about how shitty the Joker is and how bad at jokes he is. This is a regular occurrence that several other batfam members have walked in on and every time it happens the two of them just turn dead eyed stares at the intruder because this is Ace Time no Non-Ace’s allowed until they awkwardly retreat.
When they finish Ace(child) also says ‘Good talk’ and gives Ace(dog) and biscuit and the Ace(dog) lets Ace(child) rub his soft ear fur.
Batman: What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? Ace, sitting on a rooftop pointing at Dick and Damian four roofs over showboating flips and elaborate jumps: Birdwatching.
H O R R O R . P R O M P T S
“I just got back from the cemetery.”
“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”
“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”
“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”
“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”
“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”
“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”
“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”
“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”
“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”
“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”
“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”
“I had a dream that I killed you.”
“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”
“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”
“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”
“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”
“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”
"I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”
“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”
“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”
“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”
“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”
“P-please… put the knife down.”
“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”
“No, no, no – run!”
"I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”
“The dead are all around us…”
“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”
“There’s something breathing under the bed…”
"You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”
“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”
“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”
“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”
"You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”
“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”
“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”
“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”
“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”
“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”
“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”
"What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”
“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”
“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”
“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”
"You’re all bloody, what happened!?”
“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”
“You’re bleeding…”
“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”
“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”
“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”
“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”
“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”
"Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”
“I want to be dead, too.”
“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”
"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”
“You played with a Ouija board!?”
“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”
“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”
“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”
"They just don’t believe like they used to…”
“I will haunt you until the end of time.”
H O R R O R . P R O M P T S
“I just got back from the cemetery.”
“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”
“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”
“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”
“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”
“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”
“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”
“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”
“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”
“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”
“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”
“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”
“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”
“I had a dream that I killed you.”
“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”
"I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”
“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”
“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”
“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”
"I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”
“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”
“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”
“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”
“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”
“P-please… put the knife down.”
“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”
“No, no, no – run!”
"I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”
“The dead are all around us…”
“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”
“There’s something breathing under the bed…”
"You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”
“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”
“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”
“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”
“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”
"You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”
“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”
“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”
“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”
“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”
“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”
“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”
"What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”
“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”
“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”
“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”
"You’re all bloody, what happened!?”
“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”
“You’re bleeding…”
“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”
“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”
“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”
“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”
“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”
"Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”
“I want to be dead, too.”
“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”
"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”
“You played with a Ouija board!?”
“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”
“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”
“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”
"They just don’t believe like they used to…”
“I will haunt you until the end of time.”
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Technically speaking Ace was on a school assignment, her designated partners were off causing havoc--or off getting arrested by the sound of sirens blaring outside her hidden alley alcove. Ace had entirely different priorities, as she sat, both hands out and petting a pair of kittens.
Their mother was hidden behind a nearby dumpster, clearly old enough to know that the noises outside meant danger but Ace wasn’t so worried for the little ones as their twitchy tailed mother. She would keep them distracted until her classmates were arrested, then she would wait with them until someone from school was sent out to retrieve her. If she got lucky enough then all of her group partners would be arrested during their bank robbery or whatever and she could get a passing grade for being the only one left.
She was quite content to sit on the dirty concrete, two kittens perched in her laps when her psychic sense picked up a nearby wavelength of thoughts. She hadn’t been paying enough attention to catch exact thoughts over the flurry of panicked ones that frayed at the edges of her control from the chaos mere yards away. However, when she glanced up her eyes widened, at the opposite end of the alley stood--a dog?
It seemed like a larger dog than she’d ever seen, and an odd color too, but Ace also knew she could count on both hands the number of dogs she’d seen in her life so she certainly wasn’t an expert. After a moment of deliberation, she stood, both kittens scooped carefully into one arm as she took a few steps towards the strange dog, “Excuse me, dog? There are kittens here and their mother will not like you in her alley-way, please be careful.”
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|| OOC ||
I just got home from dragoncon and it was amazing and I’m exhausted and I GOT MY HARLEY & IVY WEDDING SHOOT PREVIEW PICTURES AND IT LOOKS SO GOOD I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REST OF MY PICTURES
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The week of dragon con is upon us, I’ll see y’all again probably sometimes next tuesday/wednesday.
vspertilian:
“Ace, I have some of your art hanging on the fridge. I know your work when I see it.” He doesn’t need to be a mindreader for that. Not to mention the fact that it was one of the hideouts listed in Joker’s file in the cave’s computer system. No one else would have known that unless they had access to the system, and none of his other kids are graffiti artists. “I don’t give a damn if you want to make a mural out of every one of Joker’s hideouts. I’m upset because you might have been caught. How the hell would I explain that to the GCPD?”
“You think that cops are capable of catching me?” Her tone borders somewhere between incredulous and almost offended. This isn’t the first time, nor would it be the last that Ace had staved off late night anxiety via sneaking out of the mansion. Really, the only difference between her and Bruce’s other children is that she doesn’t have a cape and a cowl to excuse her late night excursions.
“No one finds me unless I want to be found.”
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|| OOC ||
Sorry for the inactivity, dragon con is at the end of the month and I’ve been working like crazy to finish all my costumes.
intratempestuous:
This gives him pause. A flash of surprise crosses Tavis’s features, and his scowl softens briefly into a quieter frown.
–The moment is quick to pass, however, and Tavis puts his hands on his hips in a triumphant manner.
“Then what you wear is of no importance to those fools! Tell me! What manner of gament do you prefer?!”
“What I prefer?” Ace seemed genuinely baffled that someone would ask for her opinion, her brows furrowing in confusion as she turned over the question in her head.
“I’m not really sure, but I don’t like skirts. They get in the way when you have to run.”