Howâs the soup? Batman (1989)
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@gothamjournalist
Howâs the soup? Batman (1989)
RP starters: Concern.
âItâs midnight, where the hell were you?!â
âStop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!â
âBlood? Are you bleeding?â
âI donât like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.â
âI thought I would never see you againâŚâ
âWe should get you to hospital.â
âWhere did all those bruises came from?â
âI have the right to be worried!â
âHave you been drinking? You look terrible.â
âSleep at my place tonight.â
âI donât feel safe letting you be alone when youâre in that shape.â
âPlease talk to me about it.â
âLet me take care of you.â
âYou need to rest now. Donât move.â
âHow many times have I told you to not go there?â
âYou couldâve died, you knowâŚâ
âI donât care if you donât want my help, Iâll do it anyways.â
âYou really need to stop drinking. Iâm serious.â
âThis time you got yourself into a hospital. I think thatâs a sign.â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â
âYou need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.â
âIâm your friend, of course I care!â
âYou know Iâm always here for you, right?â
âYouâre not okay.â
âIâm just trying to help you.â
âLet me clean your woundsâŚâ
âWhy did you do it? Tell me.â
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
dcrknight.
the lines of concentration were etched into his countenance, refusing to lift his head and   f o c u s   on the woman across from him âââ journalists, in his personal experience, were all the SAME. it was why when bruce finally spoke, his tones were as sharp as glass shards.
â my answer is the same. no comment. â
   â  no comment, or NO COMPENSATION?  â  she continues to press and pry; overstaying her welcome and invading privacy were useful tools sheâd brought over from her days writing for the gossip columns. ( even then she had a preference for the truth. )  â  a lot of people think youâve lost control of your own company.  â
oftomorrow.
   â you should really start watching your step a bit more carefully, miss vale. iâd hate to see gothamâs finest journalist out of commission, even if it is only for a brief time. â
@gothamjournalist x.
 â  why worry when i got a GUY IN THE SKY lookinâ out for me?  â  and a flying rat.
The Office sentence meme
â Iâm going to make this way harder than it needs to be. â
â Who says exactly what theyâre thinking? What kind of game is that? â
â Speaking of funerals⌠why donât you go ahead and die? â
â You took a life here today. You did. The life of the party. â
â Please donât throw garbage at me. â
â Well, well, well⌠how the turn tables. â
â Just Do It. You were the âitâ that I was just doing. â
â Decent people everywhere will get offended. â
â I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good. â
â Who am I? Iâm [name], the business bitch. â
â Oh, speaking of time machines⌠I just got back from the future and I went to your funeral, and guess what? Nobody came. â
â I never smile if I can help it. â
â This is a dream Iâve been having since lunch, and I am not giving up on it now. â
â If you pray enough, you can change yourself into a cat person. â
â Occasionally, I will hit someone with my car. So sue me. â
â I really enjoy being judged. â
â Friends joke with one another. âHey, youâre poor.â âHey, your mommaâs dead.â Thatâs what friends do. â
â I donât talk trash, I talk smack. Theyâre totally different. â
â Theyâre trying to make me an escape goat. â
â If I donât have some cake soon I might die. â
â Your mom, you gay nerd! â
â I donât want to blame anyone in particular⌠I think everyoneâs to blame. â
â Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But itâs not like this compulsive need to be liked. Like my need to be praised. â
â Is this a video conference youâre having withâŚÂ âDrakeâ featuring âSwizz Beatzâ? â
â Should have burned this place down when I had the chance. â
â Nobody does anything for me anymore unless I threaten to kill myself. â
â So everyone here knows pirate code? â
â Your internet searches were so filthy we had to throw out your computer. â
â I have the worst attitude of anyone here. â
â And I knew exactly what to do, but in a much more real sense I had no idea what to do. â
â What is so stupid about wanting to name a baby Usher? â
â I have a lot of questions. Number one: how dare you?! â
â Youâre always saying thereâs something wrong with society, but maybe itâs something wrong with you. â
â I talk a lot, so Iâve learned to just tune myself out. â
I donât get you. You have money, looks, a radio show, creepy, if not adoring, fans and youâre a freaking household name. What more do you want? To save the world, of course.
Red Robin 11
Vicki Vale, everybody
âGet behind me.â
   it was reckless, if not just plain stupid. venturing into arkham city by herself was a DEATH SENTENCE in itself; she was well aware, but no one else dared. no one else at the gazette had the guts to pursue the rumored corruption and horror that was behind hugo strangeâs walls. she expected the worst from gothamâs darkest corner, but nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught of chaos that existed inside. the flash on her camera alerts a group of inmates of her presence; the daunting realization that the taser in her bag would not be enough, hitting her as they approached. Â
   and then he suddenly drops in, cascading darkness: some guardian angel, a dark knight, the BATMAN. sheâs never seen him quite this close; in his raw, menacing and magnificent existence. she breathes incredulously, doing as he says, taking a step back.
protective sentence starters ( accepting. )
(ภâ˘Ě_â˘Ě)ŕ¸
âTell me who hurt you.â ( hi )
  â  i couldnât see their face.  â  her list of enemies is extensive and goes beyond international borders. the photojournalist, and renowned war corespondent had a tendency to get under dangerous peopleâs skin. the threats never bothered her â perhaps that had become the problem. she had thought she had been PREPARED, taking the proper precautions. installing a state of the art security system in her apartment, throwing herself into strenuous self-defense classes â but it was never enough. she had FOUGHT BACK, and lost. the only reason she was still breathing, was that he showed up when he did. she felt small, vulnerable â USELESS. â  iâm just a goddamn, POWERLESS reporter.  â
protective sentence starters ( accepting. )
anyway, I shouldnât be allowed near tequila
â The real gift isnât freedom. Itâs what we get to do with it. â
   they share a similar idea of JUSTICE; one where the truth is self-evident. while he fights, she writes; both aware that the system isnât perfect, but itâs the best theyâve got. politicians were corrupt, wars can be lost, photos can be retouched, and stories falsified, but they had the truth. justice. FREEDOM. and sheâd fight like hell for it.  â  why me?  â  she asks, glancing down at the flash drive. how something so small could hold the worldâs secrets, rocking the system to itâs core. slender digits clench around the weapon, forming a fist â she shouldnât be trusted. no one should have been when it came to this type of power falling into the wrong hands. but if captain america entrusted something to you, you didnât say no. theyâd come after her â hydra, the feds, anyone who would be exposed by these classified files. it was worth it. it was always worth it.
nikita ( accepting. )
                             get up.             the war is not over and you are not done           (your heart still hasnât broken your ribs after all)
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