* QUEEN / OF GOTHAM !

the only law that applied to her was 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂, and SOME days she defied that, too. dependent oc for sidekickhq as written by rachel !

[dcmultiverse]

Laurel Lance in Arrow 7.18 ‘Lost Canary’

[superscanaries]

[rickybowen]

“What is that altogether?” “Well, eleven hundred dollars plus two hundred and forty-five dollars is thirteen hundred and forty-five dollars.”

[charlotteslabouff-deactivated20]

Batman Returns (1992) dir. Tim Burton

[stars-bean]

“Four. Five. Still alive!”

Batman Returns (1992) dir. Tim Burton

[mcgonagollygee]

tired interpretation: complaining about your wife being opinionated

wired interpretation: bragging about how smart your wife is

[minervafloofderg-migrating]

Jerry Seinfeld vs John Mulaney death battle

[sassysousa]

Wow, alright, I’m in a place in my head where I hadn’t even CONSIDERED that 1st one, the tired interpretation. I straight-up only thought it was a lovely mug about how awesome their wife is, and I’m just so happy about that :)

[docninj]

[altman-shelby]

Awwww, these two…

[fyeahbold]

[gossipgiffin]

[darthvaders]

[lngdns]

[monarchiicals]

cyruskyles‌:

Cyrus wasn’t all too worried about Nadia recognizing him, or their being seen together. There wasn’t anything to tie them together, not a single record that remained in tact which could associate the boy with his half-sister. The only way that his identity could get exposed was by his birth family themselves, which meant that he had some work to do to ensure such a thing didn’t happen. It wasn’t expected from Selina, who was benefiting from the whole charade. Nadia, on the other hand, remained a wild-card. Turning when he was seized, face fixed in a stern look, annoyance from being interrupted on his purposeful way to the Science department. “That’s me, although Mr. Ableman is probably more appropriate” he replied, “do I know you?”

“don’t give me that shit.” nadia lenore kyle, dutiful housewife of [ redacted ] and paragon academy’s newest and thus far most prized curatorial assistant did NOT use such language. she was business suits on the weekdays and flowery dresses at the weekend. she was gentle blonde curls around a cherub face and the calming smell of lavender that wafted as she moved. she was sugar with not a hint of SPICE, and she didn’t chase anyone down. she didn’t pull them to a stop. she didn’t swear. but the nadia kyle of gotham infamy, the one with cold diamond for a heart and a mind that strayed to the freedom of rooftops sure did. “you’re working someone,” it wasn’t a question. she needed only these moments to know. “do i even want to know who?” 

[monarchiicals]

mutantspeedster‌:

“oh, she’s a feisty one, huh?” tommy couldn’t help but grin, leaning against the bar as he looked at her. “i can appreciate that, america, cassie, and kate have kinda forced me to love a terrifying woman.” he shrugged, smiling softer now. “you want me to leave you alone, m’lady?”

“let me ask you something-” her tone was conversational, though she leaned across the bar a little and dropping her volume as if she were trying not to be overheard. “am i really terrifying, or are you just terrified?” she fell back into her seat with her lips already twisting up, looking away dismissively as she continued, “you can think on that particular paradox while you get me a white russian.”

[monarchiicals]

* closed starter for / @cyruskyles !

to take a quick glance at her in that particular moment, anyone might’ve thought that nadia was simply in a rush, to get somewhere or to do SOMETHING. the reasons for her changing direction with a twist of dainty heels and beginning to speed up was not immediately obvious, though her hazel gaze seemed trained upon the back of an unsuspecting someone that was close to being lost in the early morning crowd. she looked like she was on a mission, but it wasn’t clear until she called out “hey!” that it was to catch up with them ; and they didn’t stop, until she made them. almost running, she reached out and grabbed a fistful of the guys jacket - turning him around as she stopped, pulling him to the same halt ; and though the resemblance was really only passing, she didn’t phrase her next word as a question. she knew HIM too well. “cyrus.” 

[monarchiicals]

rcsurrecteds‌:

“No,” he twisted his face into clear repulsion. “There’s some nice work on the school but it was clearly built for utility and perseverance, not attractiveness.” Theo dropped his chin then stooped over to pick up the toy. “I was looking at photos of buildings through this,” he explained finally.

“when you put it like that, looks don’t exactly matter much,” she hummed - though at her heart, she disagreed with the very point that she was making. nadia didn’t think that the aesthetic should suffer to achieve all of what was needed from a structure. her interest newly caught as he continued, she held out a hand for the picture viewer. “may i?”

[monarchiicals]

scbotage‌:

“ aw , nads ,” she almost coos , putting a hand on her chest in mock sentimentality. bea was used to the people in her life being temporary. her relationships were ephemeral ; at some point , people either moved on from her , realizing she’d only been a stepping stone towards something better , or more likely , she fucked up. it was inevitable. as if she pressed some metaphorical self-destruct button , and the people around her were nothing more than casualties of her recklessness. nadia , however , was one of the few ( she could count them with her fingers ) , who felt permanent. “ are you calling me a treasure ? i’m touched. “

“maybe not specifically mine,” she phrased it like a fall back, like she had said too much, too seriously ; but the expression on her face was not that of someone that regretted their words. the level of care that nadia had for anyone that wasn’t HERSELF was quite minimal, these days. she had learnt who number one was, and she took care of them beyond all else. but that was a choice. that was how she WAS. her heart existed, her feelings were true, and she cared more than she often allowed. light hearted or not, they meant something. “but yes. a treasure, nonetheless. even cubic zirconia is of value to SOMEONE.” and she would know.

[monarchiicals]

mutantspeedster‌:

“if you’re not gonna buy any drinks, you better tip me.” he huffed, leaning against the bar. “this is gonna shock you, but i ain’t getting paid to stand ere and look pretty.”

“no. i presume that you’re here to do your job - which probably doesn’t include hassling the customers,” a little snappy for someone becoming known for a chirpy demeanor, but... nadia couldn’t say she appreciated the TONE.