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She blinked then suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, so much so she had to stop walking for a moment. “Oh, no that’s not… I didn’t mean it like that!” She smiled up at him and shook her head. “You assumed I was a kid, right? I’m just telling you I’m not. Everyone thinks I am!” Of course they would, looking at her child-like physique and short stature. A lot of people did a double take when she told them her age but this guy certainly surprised her… despite the rather awkward situation.

She started to walk again and focused her attention on his question. “It means I can use magic… sort of…” She began to explain. “In my world, magecraft is more of a magical science rather than true magic. Do you… not have anything like that where you come from?”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

Terry’s heard of immortality, he suspects Bruce bathes in the fountain of youth, after all what’s keeping him alive anyway. Terry knew the answer as to why, his comment deals with the other old enough to kiss the sky.

“Yeah, we got something like that back home,” he answers. Milliseconds after his reply he goes through his mental file storage to pull out persons who had the ability to control magic. Morgaine Le Fey, Zatanna, Jason Blood and many more, yet he wouldn’t call any of that science. “It’s not common, haven’t met a magic user myself. So where’s the rabbit?”

[keystone-city-speedster-deactiv]

“I’m an old hand at being unexpected, kiddo.”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

“It’s not only you, another Flash entered Gotham and he’s from the past too. What are you guys cooking up?”

[petxlsoflife-a]

She tilted her head, bangs falling in front of her eyes. She didn’t believe what he said, especially when his body language said he was in pain. “No.” She shook her head, lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t understand why he’d lie, except to maybe sound cooler. Adults seemed to do that a lot. They lied to her so she wouldn’t know what was really going on.

Which was exactly the case now.

The laughter rang out from the window and she looked up towards it, mouth hanging open and eyebrows knit together. She jumped on her toes, trying to get a better look of what was happening, fingers curling tightly over the edge of the garbage can. Her eyes widened as she saw the man near the window, holding a gun in his hands. Her shoulders tensed and she was about to run and find a hiding spot, somewhere she could be safe and avoid whatever this man tried doing, when the dumpster man wrapped his arms around her and picked her up.

She yelped as he suddenly took off with her, not expecting the sudden movement. She should have, given that Garry had been prone to doing this too, but she didn’t think a stranger would too. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, watching from over his shoulder as the window and man standing there became impossible to see. She expected to see the man chasing after them, waving his gun in the air and trying to kill them, but she saw no man.

She slowly relaxed, the tension in her shoulders bleeding out from her. She rested her chin on his shoulder, no longer worried about whatever danger they had been in earlier. She didn’t think the man would follow them now that they were so far away. She frowned as the man stopped and put her down, begrudgingly letting go of his costume. She ducked her head as he patted her, weakly trying to swat him away before straightening.

She looked at him through her hair. “…Why’s he after you?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. “…And why bat?”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

It’s been a while since he was out of breath, perhaps the last time was in middle school during the tested mile run. He’s taking ragged breathes through the mask; he has a built in oxygen regulator; he chooses not to follow through for the sake of looking less impressive. She asks all the right questions, he knows they’re right when they’re hard to answer. 

He leans against the nearest wall, breathing in deeply and letting it out to encourage his lungs to breathe at steady pace. He was almost half tempted to rip off the mask to breathe in deeply.

“He wanted me to do his homework,” he teases, forcing a smile for the young girl. The last thing he wants or needs it sending a girl into shock. 

Finally he recovers his composure and stands to his full height, “It’s a fear tactic and it does wonders for all the pesky slimeballs that wander the Earth.” He starts to walk away with every intention to leave her and find the assailant. He comes to a halt when he imagined the youthful girl being attacked. Batman releases a sigh and turns half way to look at her.

“Hey kid, it’s not safe here, why don’t I take you back to your--well, wherever you live.”

[scorchedseer-blog]

Chirinide rolled her ears. She heard him, but didn’t feel it fit to respond to that. He realized her a bit of the Vloz girl, always playing to an audience nobody else could see.

“A Joker? What in the world in that? No, it doesn’t matter. I have no intention of being in this city long enough to find out.” She quirked a brow in irritation. “A Kyorl, not a Kyoris. Kyorls, or members of the Val’Kyorl’Solenurn clan, are the last drowussu clan and follower of the path of the goddess Sharess. Try to pronounce it correctly in the future.”

“Besides, you’re hardly one to talk about bad fashion sense.”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

“Trust me, you’re better off not knowing the Jokers.”

Boy oh boy did Terry despise the group, despite being aware of their framing. They would find no sympathy from the Batman. The gang’s record is far too high to be easy on the group. 

“Right, sorry, Kyorls,” he answers with a tone that borders sarcasm. 

Batman crosses his arms over his chest in defiance. “This suit is top of the line. Mocking it would be underestimating it, Sir Lancelot.”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

“Nice get up; what are you doing up so late on a school night?”

[lunastriker]

“Aaaand where is this optimistic feeling coming from?”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

“Ha ha. You must’ve felt something similar while being here.”

[rcsebled-archive]

❘❖❘

       “It’s not uncommon to have a weapon like mine where I’m from, I mean…It is, you’d have to train a lot in order to use-….” She caught herself rambling, and halted herself from so before speaking again. Seem’s she cooled down some again, though her fidgeting didn’t stop, still. 

      “There’s already enough murderer’s in this world, and I’m not from here, so why I have my scythe is because of the threat I faced back home. I know you don’t believe me, and I wouldn’t either…But I’m not lying.” Her life would just sound like a big fairy tale to the other, and even if it is true, it would probably raise more suspicion’s. 

      Becoming a huntress was her dream, yes, it was her job to protect those who could not protect themselves against Grimm, or any other threat as a matter of fact. Ruby also wanted to be able to help people, that was what she was taught to do when she was younger. 

“Yeah, I’m going to protect those who can’t protect themselves with a scythe that is also a gun. I’m a huntress (in training).That word right there mean’s something completely different here than it does in Vale, and after all the stuff I saw within two month’s ago…I rather not fill up any grave’s…” 

There was a complete change to the girl’s facial expression, stance, and speech. She was being fully truthful, seeing her best friend die, and then someone she had looked up to die before her eye’s was enough to make a clear path that she’d rather not stray from it. “…Do you wish to keep questioning me?”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

It was far too easy to see his reflection in her eyes. While the details were not clear he could easily mold her circumstances into his own life. He too lost some one important to him, his father. Unfortunately, moments before the demise of his father, Terry viciously told him stay out of his life. From there, he went on to a club in the attempt to cool down.

Terry returns home after an eventful night of battling Jokers to find the police lingering around the area in front of his father’s place. He found out his father had died in the span of his leave. It tore Terry apart knowing the last words that his father heard were of bitter. 

No one in his family could understand the guilt that settled on his shoulders. His mother and his little brother mourned in a different manner than he. He went searching for the man who could give him information on the Jokers. From there, Terry became Batman, preventing crimes from occurring or stopping them in his tracks. He vowed no person would die by the hands of malice intent.

After her confession, he nods his head, half wishing she could see the pain on his face. It would be easier than saying ‘hey, I know what you’re going through’. 

“No, I got one more,” his tone still low, however the mood behind it has altered. “If you’re telling the truth, come on my patrol route. Maybe you’re scythe alone will get the scumbags running.”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Doubting me already? I’m offended.”

[regretfulcrimsoneyes-blog]

Bother my muse with really personal questions.

[honoringthemantle-blog]

All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[bowstrong-blog]

don’t tell me to calm down I’ll throw a fucking desk at your face.

[scorchedseer-blog]

“It wasn’t, but you can pretend.”

Not that it was too much of an insult. Chiri had never met a Mimian, and the Beldrobbaens were one of the least heretical clans in the opinion of the Kyorls. But, he didn’t know that she she wasn’t clarifying.

“I still don’t understand what you mean. However, I wear this armor because you never know when a threat will appear. A Kyorl must always be prepared for battle.”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

“Yeesh, tough crowd,” he answers with a lower tone.

“Funny enough, I understand what you’re saying; I’m half expecting a Joker will pop to ‘play’. What about Kyoris, are they anything like the Jokers: annoying with a side of bad taste in fashion?”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

i got no motivation to write my longer threads.

like for dialogue starters, capping at 3.

cast mates are exempt.

[scorchedseer-blog]

“Excuse me? I don’t believe I understand what you mean. But I suppose you wouldn’t understand if I called you a Beldrobbaen Mimian. Maybe too flashy for a Beldrobbaen…”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

“Uh-huh, I’ll pretend I understood that and that it’s a compliment.”

Batman takes a glance up to down of the armored figure. “So you’re a lady, huh. What’s with the gear, is there a there a meeting at a round table?”

[littlemusingthings]

❝no matter how much  s u f f e r i n g  we go through,           you never want to let go of those memories ❞ 

[fastestboyalive-a]

      ❝ —Jiminy CRICKET, 2039….!? ❞

[ Okay now hold on, that’s not dokie whatsoever, that is way too near the speedster’s own time for his liking. Bringing a red clad hand to his head, Wally feels a momentary panic coming on, seeping through his chest as he processes this bout of information. Fortunately, this future-Batman-guy is distracted with… who knows, bat-brooding? internal monologuing?, a silence long enough for the redhead to buck up again, holding up either hand defensively. ]

     ❝ Look, I’m not sure that’s a great idea- you got the time travel         half-right, but regardless, I really shouldn’t be interacting with         folks here, or there could be some serious repercussions. You         don’t sound like the Bat I’m familiar with, so I’m gonna go out         on a limb here and say you’re the legacy, and that’s something         that I already should not know. MAJOR spoilers n’ all that. ❞

[ Glancing behind him again, Wally reaffirms that, yes: he has no idea where he is, but he figures that booking it down any one of these roads should get him some decent distance. No offense to the cape, it’s just probably better for the both of their timelines if they kept apart. ]

[honoringthemantle-blog]

The kid reveals the cold hard facts, facts that Terry didn’t pick up on. Time travel was risky business as both Batmans expressed their concern. However it is essential to ensure no mistakes are made, or else both the kid and he would suffer the repercussions. Terry is sure that there’s a way to have the kid get back in his own time. After all the League did it once, what’s stopping these two? 

“Calm down, kid,” Batman uses his hands to motion for him to slow down (he’s rarely is in company of a speedster). “If you’re so worried about ripping time apart, why the hell did you decide to come here?” Not a fair question, honestly. He is positive that the kid didn’t mean to reach the future, Terry wanted to scold though. “You’re not fading away and neither am I. Let’s get you back to your own time before we do fade.”

A long, black digit press against the right ear and begins to speak aloud. “We got ourselves a pretty sticky situation. Uh-huh, so you know the guy--right, the first one--no? How many where--”

A glance to the speedster, “You guys breed more than bunnies. You got the clearance to come to the Batcave. Are you in or are you out?”

[honoringthemantle-blog]

“Hey, King Arthur, the gag would be funnier if you brought back the coconuts.”