DAAAAAAARK VENGEAAAAAAANCE

What's there to tell? I'm awesome. Okay, FIIIINE! Name's Misfit! And I'm 18, so that means you can't treat me like a kid anymore, got it? I'm an adult. Side kick? Puh-leeze. I'm so done with that. I'm a hero. Nothing less than that. That's right. Be jealous. ((RP account for Charlie Gage-Radcliffe, AKA Misfit! Mun is 21+ but the Muse is 18. She will not be engaging in smut, but I will allow other n-s-f-whatever themes. Character belongs to DC Comics, and was created by the lovely Gail Simone))  

[virtualbatgirl]

"Still around, Mom. Love you~"

“When are you coming home?”

[virtualbatgirl]

misfittotherescue‌:

virtualbatgirl‌:

Barbara’s face, unseen to her caller, appeared racked with pain. She’d spent almost a year trying to track the girl since they’d had to blow the tower. Feelers were sent out and every time the girl appeared, she became a ghost. It was a mother’s worst nightmare. “Right now I’m at Kord’s Needle in Gotham. And if you’re afraid to come to me. I’ll come to you. Just… stay put this time, okay?”

She…she could afford to be selfish. Just this once. Right? A year had past without incident, but…it’d been so long since she bounced this far. She’d intentionally stayed away from Gotham, never less than twenty miles from the border. And after a while, when she knew was safe from Oracle’s all-seeing eyes…she would stay put. Settle down for a while.

…but she wanted to go home. She missed her bed. She missed her mother. She missed…being Misfit.

Without a response, Charlie ended the call, shoving it back into her pocket with a trembling hand. Tears stung in her eyes, guilt and fear twisting in the pit of her stomach.

Fuck it.

Her eyes squeezed shut, pushing through the anxiety and fear and finally…finally…

And in a puff of pink smoke not terribly dissimilar from a certain 60′s TV show, the girl appeared in Oracle’s most well-guarded citadel, the newly completed Needle in Gotham. Barbara pulled the girl close before the smoke had even cleared, happier than she’d have ever thought possible that the girl was okay.

[misfittotherescue]

It was then that she finally broke down. Tears streamed from her eyes as she fell to her knees and clung to the woman for the first time in what felt like a decade.

“I’m sorry,” she wept. “I’m sorry, I…I never should’ve left. I just…I wanted to keep you safe, and…Momma, I’m sorry…”

[virtualbatgirl]

Barbara couldn’t hold the tears back, either. A child she’d never asked for that she’d all but tripped over, but still her child. Safe, whole, and more or less home. She grasped Charlie’s shoulders and held her a few at a distance of a few inches. “You damn right you shouldn’t have left. Because even if you have doubts, I don’t.” “And the destruction of the Tower was not your doing. That was my choice. You bear no responsibility for it.”

[misfittotherescue]

“No, but everything else? That was me, Mom. I’m the reason why you almost died. That’s....th-that’s why I left. Even...even after the therapy, and...and the move...every time I put on the mask, I...I was still afraid. I didn’t...I didn’t want to hurt you again.”

It was all coming back to her; the pain, the fear...

“I thought you were dead...and when you came back, I promised myself I would never put you through that danger again...”

[virtualbatgirl]

"Still around, Mom. Love you~"

“When are you coming home?”

[virtualbatgirl]

misfittotherescue‌:

virtualbatgirl‌:

Barbara’s face, unseen to her caller, appeared racked with pain. She’d spent almost a year trying to track the girl since they’d had to blow the tower. Feelers were sent out and every time the girl appeared, she became a ghost. It was a mother’s worst nightmare. “Right now I’m at Kord’s Needle in Gotham. And if you’re afraid to come to me. I’ll come to you. Just… stay put this time, okay?”

She…she could afford to be selfish. Just this once. Right? A year had past without incident, but…it’d been so long since she bounced this far. She’d intentionally stayed away from Gotham, never less than twenty miles from the border. And after a while, when she knew was safe from Oracle’s all-seeing eyes…she would stay put. Settle down for a while.

…but she wanted to go home. She missed her bed. She missed her mother. She missed…being Misfit.

Without a response, Charlie ended the call, shoving it back into her pocket with a trembling hand. Tears stung in her eyes, guilt and fear twisting in the pit of her stomach.

Fuck it.

Her eyes squeezed shut, pushing through the anxiety and fear and finally…finally…

And in a puff of pink smoke not terribly dissimilar from a certain 60′s TV show, the girl appeared in Oracle’s most well-guarded citadel, the newly completed Needle in Gotham. Barbara pulled the girl close before the smoke had even cleared, happier than she’d have ever thought possible that the girl was okay.

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It was then that she finally broke down. Tears streamed from her eyes as she fell to her knees and clung to the woman for the first time in what felt like a decade.

“I’m sorry,” she wept. “I’m sorry, I...I never should’ve left. I just...I wanted to keep you safe, and...Momma, I’m sorry...”

[virtualbatgirl]

"Still around, Mom. Love you~"

“When are you coming home?”

[misfittotherescue]

Charlie adjusted the phone against her ear, shifting from one hip to the other as she listened.

“Do you want me to? And I don’t mean that in a guilt-trippy, self-indulging way, I’m being serious. Listen, I…I know I’ve fucked up a lot, and I don’t want to keep screwing things up like I have in the past.”

[virtualbatgirl]

“Charlie, is there any doubt? You belong here. This is home. I don’t give a damn about any of that. I want you here where –” Her voice trailed off, but the simple fact was that she wanted to keep her daughter safe, no matter how things had happened. 

“I never wanted you to leave, and you’re gone as fast as I find you. Just come home. We’ll figure it out.”

[misfittotherescue]

Years ago, Charlie wouldn’t have hesitated. She would have bounced right home; but…there was still that fear, picking at the back of her mind, that she would bring something with her- something dangerous. 

When was the last time she teleported further than a mile?

But…oh, god, she wanted to go home….

“I don’t know where you are,” she admitted softly after a moment of silence. “I need…I need to know where you are so I can–…”

[virtualbatgirl]

Barbara’s face, unseen to her caller, appeared racked with pain. She’d spent almost a year trying to track the girl since they’d had to blow the tower. Feelers were sent out and every time the girl appeared, she became a ghost. It was a mother’s worst nightmare. “Right now I’m at Kord’s Needle in Gotham. And if you’re afraid to come to me. I’ll come to you. Just… stay put this time, okay?”

[misfittotherescue]

She…she could afford to be selfish. Just this once. Right? A year had past without incident, but…it’d been so long since she bounced this far. She’d intentionally stayed away from Gotham, never less than twenty miles from the border. And after a while, when she knew was safe from Oracle’s all-seeing eyes…she would stay put. Settle down for a while.

…but she wanted to go home. She missed her bed. She missed her mother. She missed…being Misfit.

Without a response, Charlie ended the call, shoving it back into her pocket with a trembling hand. Tears stung in her eyes, guilt and fear twisting in the pit of her stomach.

Fuck it.

Her eyes squeezed shut, pushing through the anxiety and fear and finally…finally…

[virtualbatgirl]

"Still around, Mom. Love you~"

“When are you coming home?”

[misfittotherescue]

Charlie adjusted the phone against her ear, shifting from one hip to the other as she listened.

“Do you want me to? And I don’t mean that in a guilt-trippy, self-indulging way, I’m being serious. Listen, I…I know I’ve fucked up a lot, and I don’t want to keep screwing things up like I have in the past.”

[virtualbatgirl]

“Charlie, is there any doubt? You belong here. This is home. I don’t give a damn about any of that. I want you here where –” Her voice trailed off, but the simple fact was that she wanted to keep her daughter safe, no matter how things had happened. 

“I never wanted you to leave, and you’re gone as fast as I find you. Just come home. We’ll figure it out.”

[misfittotherescue]

Years ago, Charlie wouldn’t have hesitated. She would have bounced right home; but...there was still that fear, picking at the back of her mind, that she would bring something with her- something dangerous. 

When was the last time she teleported further than a mile?

But...oh, god, she wanted to go home....

“I don’t know where you are,” she admitted softly after a moment of silence. “I need...I need to know where you are so I can–...”

[virtualbatgirl]

"Still around, Mom. Love you~"

“When are you coming home?”

[misfittotherescue]

Charlie adjusted the phone against her ear, shifting from one hip to the other as she listened.

“Do you want me to? And I don’t mean that in a guilt-trippy, self-indulging way, I’m being serious. Listen, I...I know I’ve fucked up a lot, and I don’t want to keep screwing things up like I have in the past.”

[misfittotherescue]

“.............”

[whenrpmemesattack]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

[misfittotherescue]

Hospital Starters

[ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! :]

"Hey, you're awake!"

"Where am I?"

"You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."

"Don't try to get up. You're safe here."

"I hate this place..."

"How could you do this to yourself?"

"The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"

"You really came..."

"I told you I would be here when you woke up."

"How many tests did they do on you?"

"If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."

"When are they going to let you leave?"

"They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."

"What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."

"That's what happens when you're dying."

"It's probably time to change those bandages..."

"You aren't in pain, are you?"

"You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."

"That would explain why I feel terrible."

"I thought you were dead..."

"I'm not dead, am I?"

"I didn't know it was this bad..."

"I may not live much longer..."

"I'm dying..."

"You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"

"I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."

"I want you to know that I'll miss you most."

"Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."

"I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."

"I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."

"If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."

"Don't abuse that call button!"

"You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"

"Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."

"I get to come home today."

"Did you fill out the release forms yet?"

"They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."

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“I’m awake. 

Someone should pay attention to meeeeee...”

[ohnosmallknives]

Just Talking || Open RP

“Hey can I come over just need to talk to someone right now.” He asked nervously into the phone. Peter had had a long day and all he wanted was to not be alone.

[misfittotherescue]

She could hear the desperation in his voice. There was no hiding it. 

“Anytime, Pete. Um...it may be quicker if I just head over there. Is that okay? I can bring food or something...m’kinda craving buffalo wings. Or...pizza? Street pretzels?” 

[horrificmemes]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )

“You come here often?”

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“So.. You expecting someone?”

“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”

“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”

“Do you want to dance with me?”

“Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”

“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”

“Are you single? Just asking.”

“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”

“What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”

“I love the way you’re dressed.”

“Do I have any chances with you?”

“Do you have anything better to do later?”

“Can I get your phone number?”

“You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”

“I can do whatever you want, babe.”

“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”

“I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”

“You should be a model.”

“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”

“Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”

“That won’t work. Try again.”

"Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

"I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I thought you were taken.”

“So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”

“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”

“Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”

[sandcvstles]

BITTER MEME. ( change pronouns as needed. )

“i don’t even know what’s real.”

“fuck it, keep on drowning.”

“you see all these chicks, and now your girl ain’t even write back.”

“don’t know how to make you feel.”

“no one really cares when you talk loud.”

“now i’m here, thinking that i messed up.”

“and i’m trying to explain it, but you’re never around.”

“we don’t pray for love.”

“switch up my style, i take any lane.”

“don’t want none of your time.”

“i only love it when you touch me, not feel me.”

“when i’m fucked up, that’s the real me.”

“i only fuck you when it’s half past five.”

“the only time i’d ever call you mine.”

“who are you to judge?”

“pacify her, she’s getting on my nerves.”

“you like to say that you’re right.”

“did it make you feel bad when you cheated on your man last night?”

“did i ever cross your mind?”

“don’t forget about me.”

“i’m no good without you.”

“you say you love me, but you act like you don’t.”

“someone told me to stay away from things that aren’t yours.”

“but was he really yours if he wanted me so bad?”

“stop lying with those words.”

“some people got real problems.”

“i’m only human, after all.”

“i like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies.”

“you say that you’re no good for me.”

“kiss me hard before you go.”

[ladyoflightning-deactivated2013]

Ask my muse anything and they MUST answer.

[smollmikey]

Protective sentence starters??

because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”

“I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”

“Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

send a name and a sentence xx

[misfittotherescue]

((wait, can you send asks with sideblogs now?))