[ she said the won the world at a carnival ]

-- when i look in her eyes i just see the sky --

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With the rate of crime as high as it was, there was never a dull day in Gotham City. There was always some freak out to bring the city to it’s knees - always some psycho bent on ruling the world - but, that just made life all the more thrilling for Edward. Today, it was just the average shop-lift - a painless job, really - but, chasing after some petty criminal trumped over lounging around the tower any day. “I was having a pretty bad day ‘til you showed up - so, thanks for that.” From the shadows, his toothed grin reflected the boisterous undertones of his ‘entrance’ - emerging with a self-assured pace and gun slung across a shoulder. “You best be putting that back. All of it. I’d hate to make you scrap the cosmetics for facial reconstruction.”

[gothammuses-blog]

You know you’ve got a problem when you hear the voice of some self-declared superhero asshole and don’t immediately want to bash his face in. She stopped in her tracks, a smile quirking one corner of her lips up, and slowly pulled her hood down, hair tumbling down over her shoulders.

“It always warms my heart that you’re happy to see me, handsome.” As she turned to face him, Bambi calculated the odds that this encounter would end without a fight. Not high, she figured. “You trying to tell me that the horny douchebag working the counter not only noticed I lifted some makeup, but then called the cops and they had time to get a hold of you? In the last two minutes. No way, cupcake. I don’t buy that for a second.” Hands retreating back to her pockets, she sauntered over to him, still smirking, and gave him a long once-over. “That slow today, huh? I’ll tell you what. We can forget all about this, and I’ll take you out for some frozen yogurt. My treat.”

[gothammuses-blog]

Really, there was no reason to have shoplifted the almost two hundred dollars worth of makeup shifting around in her pockets. It wasn’t like she couldn’t pay for them; her daddy was loaded and had never refused her anything she asked for, short of the pony she wanted when she was four. And yet, here she was, flashing the cashier a smile with hands buried deep in stolen merchandise.

“Yeah, you have a nice day too!” Backing out of the doorway with a quick wave to the twenty-something-year-old behind the counter, she skipped away from the shop, hood pulled up over her head. Let’s see, it’s a fifteen minute walk home, twenty seven if I stop for frozen yogurt. I think I have money on me.

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floydlawtonthehitman:

Wait - why are you apologizing again? What happened, happened - and, you need to stand by that or you’ll just look ridiculous. [Oh, yes - he had a lot of respect for those who could stand their ground; who could be controversial without giving into the moral obligation of being nice. He was hardened - he could take it.] Honestly, I’m told it’s the eyes - but, your smile ain’t half-bad either.

[Ah - it finally made sense. Had this been some elaborate ruse all along? He should’ve figured.] So…Daddy Dearest’s wanting in my old man’s pocket - and, you’re just…here…with me…? I’ve been a pawn for long enough - trust me - so, I’m not gonna take your hand in marriage or anything if that’s why you’re here.

[ his eyes were absolutely gorgeous, it was kind of weird. she kept her hand in place for a moment longer before letting out a sigh of annoyance and turning back to him, arms now crossed ] Okay, let’s think about this logically. If this was, like, some big master plan I had going, would I have started off the conversation by insulting you, and then kept going you by rattling off my big supervillain speech? [ she hoped the look she gave him was cutting, or at the very least skeptical ]

I already told you, I didn’t know you were over here. I was just trying to get out of everyone’s way. [ lips pursed, Susan looked out at the rest of the party for a moment, trying to keep her eyes off of the boy standing next to her for as long as possible. -- --

            -- -- eventually she made the mistake of looking at him just once ] I’m sorry, I need to fix this. [ somewhat hesitantly, she stepped over to him and adjusted his tie, trying desperately not to make eye contact. god, this was not helping her case a t  a l l. ] Don’t get any ideas.

[floydlawtonthehitman]

Well, it is my house and it is my father's party - but, that doesn’t mean I like being here. [An immodest ‘sip’ of alcohol was taken with as much grace as a brooding aristocrat can - simultaneously glancing out the room beyond.] Still, here’s to you on being the first to say something like that. [Why was she looking at him like that? Eurgh.] Look, I’m not going to tell your 'Daddy’, OK? Stop with the whole staring thing. [Oh, God - she was one of those people. Was he getting himself into a night of preaching and philosophy? Something stronger would be needed, then.] Because, everyone’s the same. They all want a taste of the high life, come here by the dozen, try and worm their way in, and, eventually succeed. They all end up bastards, though. [He should know - he lived with one.] You’re new, though - I've been forced 'round these people for years; not once did I see you.

[gothammuses-blog]

[ oh shit. o h s h i t. good job, suze, insult the son of the guy your dad is trying to impress. fantastic. a+ job, really. everyone’s going to be so proud of you ] I’m --

            -- Look, I’m really sorry. I’m just trying to make conversation. [ she glanced at the bottle in his hands; there was no way he could be old enough to drink, and who drinks beer at one of these things anyway? ] And I’m not staring, you can chill. [ realizing how she was looking at him in that exact moment could probably be defined as staring almost exactly, Susan sputtered out a few unintelligible syllables before finally angling herself away from him slightly and holding up one hand to the side of her face ] Anymore, I mean. N o w my eyes are averted. [ now that a smile had snuck its way across her lips, she was thankful he couldn’t see her face. or, hopefully couldn’t see her face ]

           -- Oh, but yeah, I’m new to this specific party, but my dad’s been trying to work his way up for years now. He thinks he’s finally made it with this one though, but -- [ she shrugged ] -- I don’t get it. No offense.

[floydlawtonthehitman]

[ Ever since an early age, Floyd had possessed a remarkable penchant for being elusive - both in character and presence - so, by this point, it was not entirely surprising to have him whip out the Invisible Man card. Honestly, blending in as one of the guests made the evening so much quieter than it would if he still abused his reputation. And, there was the small matter that some lost dancer had crossed his path. She was probably running away with her own romantic fantasies already. Typical. ] That kinda was the point of this whole shindig, to be honest - so, thanks for that. [ God, if she even considered further conversation. ]

[gothammuses-blog]

[ her eyes lingered on him for only a second longer, taking in his posture, his expression; it was like he was waiting for the wall to swallow him up. she knew the feelings. not all the time, not even most of the time, as Susan was blessed with the God given ability to quickly and easily make friends. and so she took some cues from the broody mess of a boy in a suit next to her, and opened her mouth to speak a second time ] I always hate being here, don’t you? These big parties. They don’t make any sense. It’s like... everybody is trying to be someone they’re not to outdo everybody else. You know? You catch a lot more flies with honey than with vinegar. [ was that the right cliche? no. damn. she tried to recover, hoping he didn’t notice ] I mean. Like. What’s the point of people liking you if they don’t know who you really are, and... stuff.

[gothammuses-blog]

[ she always gravitated towards the edge of the room at these things. normally no one noticed, but this time she almost collided with someone else already there. if she didn’t know any better at first, she’d think she collided with a pair of bright blue eyes, that was all she could focus on at first. but then she regained her sense of self and smiled apologetically, moving to one side only slightly and leaning back against the wall, a softer mirror of her new companion’s own posture ] Sorry about that. I didn’t see you over here, so if that was the point, you’re doing a really good job at being invisible.