ideas never die.

that's how i survived. time and time again. that's my secret. i survived because i willed it to be. ... how did i survive apocalyptic fire ?? i simply refused to feel the flames.

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i will be making a starter on emma ( #genosha ) and replying 2 everything i see on ivy 2morrow ( whose fc i switched to bdh bc she has more ivy-ish gifs ) when i get home, you crazy kids !! i’ll also still be fckin livid over the boy band finale like fCKING MICHAEL CONOR I HATE THAT KID SO MUCH HE CONTRIBUTES NOTHING BUT TERRIBLE RAPPING IM FCKIN PASSIONATE ABT MY HATRED AND THAT’S MORE WHAT THIS OOC POST WAS ABT TBH THEY COULDNT FCKIN HARMONIZE W HIM IT WAS TERRIBLE.

[ofhllfire]

Someone: You're so dramatic!

Me, with a rose between my lips, throwing glitter around, dressed in evening wear during the day, draping myself across a piano: I have no idea what you're talking about

[burningbrother]

[ofhllfire]

someone: you're pretentious

me, sprawled out on a bed of roses, reading oscar wilde and sipping champagne: oh?

[ofhllfire]

sombradelmurcielago:

“I’ll take that as yes.” Every person reacted to dire situations differently, no one ever able to completely anticipate what they would feel or how they would behave. Some people cried, some people laughed, others got extremely angry or agitated. Other people resorted to sarcasm to deal with stressful situations, needing to feel in control and aloof to avoid panic attacks. If the blonde needed to throw witty remarks at him to remain focused, Bruce didn’t have a problem with it, certainly preferring that over her suffering acute and disabling anxiety. Of course, her behavior could have also been a product of experience, but it wasn’t exactly the time for Bruce to be analyzing his companion, finding a way back to ground level far more important. He ignored her second comment, pulling out his phone and letting out a sigh through his nostrils–the device was heavily damaged. It didn’t necessarily mean the phone was useless, but it certainly didn’t make things any easier. “The diamonds,” he said, gaze shifting from his phone to the woman. “Is that all you can do?” If she could fly, she would have probably done so already, but he guessed it was worth asking.

with not much room left to talk, she left this man to search around in his pockets. he seemed rather calm, and that was certainly an advantage. had she been stuck with some bumbling mess, she was certain she’d never see another insignia again, and what life would that be ?? ( a prolonged one, probably, but weren’t hedonistic tendencies what truly made life worth living ?? ) in retrospect, emma shouldn’t’ve expected anything more than what he gave her. she shouldn’t’ve expected anything more than a phone, but in a city filled with heroes and vigilantes, god only knows what else he could’ve had. “ i don’t imagine cell reception ten feet closer to hell is all that strong, ” she remarked, watching as he examined his device. ( where did her phone go ?? ) to exemplify what else she could do, she hesitantly allowed the form to dissipate. once she was a soft, regular being again, she replied, “ your name is bruce wayne, ceo of wayne enterprises. who doesn’t know that, though ?? ” although she highly doubted anyone could hear them, out of respect for him, she lowered her voice and continued, “ you masquerade as the enigmatic batman, the dark caped crusader of gotham. all of your wards have taken up this path, as well – dick grayson as nightwing, jason todd as red hood – but that’s a dark road, tim drake as red robin, damian wayne as current robin – the likes. ” under the belief that she’d made her point, she continued, “ the majority of what i can do is related to the mind – altered mental states, paralysis, projection, so on. unfortunately, there’s nothing in my repertoire tailored for nearly piercing the mantle. ”

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theblackcanarybird:

She couldn’t believe what was happening to the city now. It was crumbling. Well, quite literally but that was beyond the point. Dinah had been wearing herself thin so to speak. Between being a lawyer in the day so she could keep her home and all that, there was also the dilemma of protecting people in ways she couldn’t as the lawyer Dinah Lance. However, fighting the dead? Yeah, that was something she hoped she didn’t have to face again.

She stood up from behind her desk and looked out from her office, her pen to her lips as her brow was creased. She could see cracks through the street like deep veins through the city. Many people had phoned up and refused to come into work but that wouldn’t stop her. To be honest, it was the only thing she could do. She didn’t have the unlimited funding of Batman nor the strength of Superman or the mysticism of Dr. Strange. What could she do? Scream at an earthquake? Hell no. The best she could do was continue delivering justice here. She heard a sharp knock on her office door, causing her concentration to break as she turned to face the door. “Come in.” She called out.

there were few functioning buildings that emma had stumbled across during her time in gotham thus far. there was an apartment building, although the host was rather naive and the pickings were rather slim, and there was the crowded town hall, filled with festering imbeciles. she didn’t mind the zombies that much – she had her defenses against them. had she so pleased, she could’ve lounged back, poured herself a glass of screaming eagle cabernet sauvignon 1992, and placed bets on who she believed would make it out of the invasion with all of their limbs intact. it was far too late for such fun now, though. now, her preventative was not her mind, rather her diamond form, which, as it so happened, prevented her telepathic abilities. of course, there was a deeper reason behind every decision, but that angst is for later prose.

to see this building – this building with its minimal flaws in the face of destruction – was like seeing a mirage. a law firm, that much she knew, but everything else remained a mystery. if she so pleased, she could unmask it all, but, subconsciously, she didn’t so please – the form was more important to uphold. in any case, her interest in being inside for the first time in a bit over a week cancelled out this unknown internal debate. walking inside, emma looked towards the woman ( whose name she hadn’t the ability to know ) and said, “ quite the sturdy building you’ve got, darling. either that, or quite the lucky hand. ”

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cxtsclxwss:

the thing was, selina kyle was no stranger to tragedy, complete devastation was something that she was well equipped to deal with - alone. if there weren’t people she cared about involved, she wouldn’t have blinked twice at the zombies, the explosions, the new population. but she wasn’t alone in this case. she had people that she cared about, that she worried about regardless of if they needed her to or not. harley and ivy could take care of themselves though she knew that them taking care of themselves might come at the expense of someone else’s life, and she didn’t even know she had the right to be worried for bruce ( though she was more than concerned that he was going to work himself to death ) but she knew he was capable of protecting himself. but maggie - her sweet sister maggie - was a different story. selina had spent her life protecting maggie from harm, and ever since doomsday had been reintroduced into this hell hole, it was as if fate was pulling the pair of them further and further away from one another. maggie wouldn’t survive this on her own - that wasn’t something she had in her, the ruthlessness that selina was born with. selina had to protect her and she couldn’t even find her. she had searched everywhere she could with the bits of rock that were embedded in her suit and into her leg. but so far, nothing. she was, physically, alone. 

or perhaps not, she thought, jumping to her feet as she heard faint footsteps behind her. “ you really shouldn’t be up on the rooftops. buildings could collapse any second, ” she called over her shoulder, hardly sparing the newcomer a glance. she knew that she was being hypocritical. but it didn’t matter if the building collapsed with her on top of it. after all, cats have nine lives and this cat was pretty skilled at surviving devastation, even if those around her couldn’t.

when she had come into the city, the primary concern was over the pesky undead. she was well-equipped to deal with them, so much to the point where she may as well have been pouring a flute of goût de diamants for herself and placing bets on who would and who wouldn’t make it out of the zombie invasion with all of their limbs still intact. now, there was nothing she could do. now, the only preventative she could take was to stay in her diamond form. normally, she would go against that – it was incredibly limiting. however, she couldn’t see there being a time in the foreseeable future in which she would need to read someone’s mind. in any case, she didn’t care to know what they were thinking. as much as she tried to distance herself from it, her role in genosha as one of the very, very few survivors was able to take its toll. she didn’t want to know what they were thinking, because god knows her students and all the other genoshans were thinking the exact same things in their last few seconds. she didn’t have to hear the hellions’ thoughts when they died, she didn’t have to hear sophie’s thoughts when she died, she didn’t have to hear esme’s thoughts when she died, she didn’t have to hear the thoughts of her students at manchester academy when they died as genosha crumbled, etc., etc., etc. she didn’t know these people, but why would she want to hear their dying thoughts ?? ( reading the thoughts of the undead was a completely different deal. )

at the same time, why not spend some time on the roof of a building ?? there was truly no better place to brood than some many stories high in the sky. “ darling, if diamonds can survive explosions twice the caliber of gotham’s starter kit, i believe i could sustain this fall. ” it didn’t take long for emma to recall something so very vital: this was the premature cat lady. she recalled the two cats she had on the roof with her – their names. “ given the fallacies surrounding the mythos over the lives of cats, i would suppose you’ve left your dear jasper and shadow down below ?? ”

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sombradelmurcielago:

He opened his eyes slowly, brow furrowed at the grey smoke that surrounded him, unable to tell what exactly had happened or where he was. It only took him a moment however, images of the earthquake invading his mind and pushing him to sit up, quickly met by a sharp pain on his side. Bruce had been on his way to the town hall, wanting to personally make sure the supplies Wayne Enterprises had collected were delivered, wanting to see the conditions of the building in hopes of figuring out how to improve the place so everyone could be safe and comfortable. Reports of Doomsday being spotted were spread through the web before he could reach town hall, Bruce distracted by the appearance of the monster, caught off guard and on the street when the earthquake hit.

The vigilante took a minute to inspect his surroundings, lips pressed together as he ignored the blood on his temple and forced himself to his feet, cursing under his breath at the sight of the abyss right in front of him. Bloody hell. Brown eyes spotted a woman (with skin made of diamonds?), a few feet away, following her gaze when she looked up. They were too far down to get anyone’s attention, and there was no way of climbing up–as risky as it was, there was only one way he could get them out of there. “Are you alright?” he called out, one hand pressed against his side while the other searched inside his pocket.

due to the limits her secondary mutation placed on her primary, she hadn’t noticed the man ( whom she would later recognize as a ‘bruce’ ) across from her. so this wasn’t an utterly trite metaphor after all – thank god. “ i’m lovely, darling. this has always been a dream of mine. ” perhaps she wasn’t isolated, but just how much did that diffuse the situation ?? he seemed to be searching for something ( what it was, she wasn’t sure – surely something that could aid them in escaping, but the exact details evaded her ), but the scene still seemed rather hopeless. of course, she had faced worse, and, if she’d known in that minute that this man was the ‘bruce’ and the ‘batman’ she’d heard so much about, she would’ve been sure he had, too. still, it was rather aggravating. “ i wouldn’t suppose it’s a ladder you’re searching for. ”

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littlemissflowerpower:

        Enough vines surrounded Klara that she at least felt a little safer as she sat on the ground with her knees pulled to her chest. Exhaustion seeped into her muscles and glancing around at the vines that snaked up buildings and some held up debris, she assumed she over exerted her. “The roses didn’t like the earthquake.” She muttered feebly. When the earthquake hit, she had been on her way home with two potted roses to add to her collection. Their pots were shattered but she managed to keep the roses themselves alive. “They think I need a break. I think I agree with them.” 

“ nobody liked the earthquake, darling, ” emma replied, looking back towards the vine-clad girl. she had to wonder if the vines were meant to act as some sort of poorly executed shield... how unfortunate. “ let your roses know that the apocalypse stops to smell the flowers. ”

[ofhllfire]

“ bloody hell. ” nothing says ‘luck’ like one being able to look an inch away from their feet and spotting a large abyss, about ten – perhaps fifteen – feet across, and god knows how many feet down, with nowhere to back up to. that being said, emma found herself the luckiest woman alive after the earthquake struck. one second, she was searching for her flask that miraculously fits somewhere in her outfit; the next, her skin had reverted into its diamond form, protecting her from a grand 8.5 earthquake. some things were just too much to ask for, as it turned out. completely isolated... how terribly metaphorical. the way she saw it, finding her own way out, no matter what combination of powers and abilities she utilized, would be utterly ineffective. there were no ledges prominent enough for her to, say, rock-climb up using, nor was she a parkour master. she couldn’t project thoughts in her current form, and she certainly didn’t think it’d be wise to leave it. because she was too proud to ask for help ( yet ), she had to rely on the idea that someone heard her past two words.

[ofhllfire]

oneshot-hxwkeye:

— - ➸  ❮ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ || ᴇᴍᴍᴀ ғʀᴏsᴛ ❯

The archer doesn’t RESIST, the A M U S E D rumble that bubbled from the back of his throat to the playful ( ?? ) jab. His lips slowly shift, favoring one side while he shook his head to none other than his  s a v i o r  – Emma Frost. Personally, Clint never had a bone to pick with her. But rather, the people she associated herself with ( Scott Summers, anybody? ). Right now, though ?? The politics of the X – MEN & AVENGERS seemed like a distant memory in this apocalyptic nightmare. So far that even his H A W K  like E Y E S couldn’t catch a glimpse of it, let alone the feel of it. Because . . . Why would he concern himself with the past when right at this moment, he was grateful not to be a participant of The Walking Dead. 

SO Clint does what comes naturally – rely on his wit. Which usually snapped faster than his drawstring.  ❝ Pfft, hard to look good when a literal diamond is standing beside you. So looks like you’ll have to forgive me and my unfortunate miscomings. ❞ Sure it WASN’T nearly as WITTY as he would have liked, but. . . Give him some credit, he was still a bit winded from the HORDE OF ZOMBIES. Can’t blame the guy. ( actually, she totally could. Because if he didn’t have his infamous wit in these trying times, who was he ?? )

He returned his focus and pushed back thoughts she can no doubt read – man, did he always ramble this much internally? He was almost as bad as a detective in a noir film. ( How could he have known that rescue could sometimes smell like honeysuckle ?? ) Clint kept his smirk, never faltering as he looked over at the blonde once more, ❝ Don’t you have other things to be doing than saving damsels? ❞

the only aspect of the zombie invasion that even partially concerned emma was the fact that gotham’s undead friends were able to break from a pattern of what was, essentially, no thought, into conscious recollection. for about ten seconds every now and again, the dead remembered what it was like to live... a shame the ultimate endgame would likely devise their deaths ( full deaths, that is ). other than that, touring around gotham up until she ran into this familiar archer had been rather akin to touring the ancient ruins of some historically impactful city... of course, gotham’s impact did not seem to be quite on par with that of, say, pompeii. however, just like the famous ruins, there were no bodies littering the street ( whoever they could thank for that ). it would be far too familiar, otherwise.

just as he’d been left defenseless against his friend, clint seemed to be defenseless against her remark. his retort came off as a compliment and, if it weren’t for their current relationship with one another, could easily be mistaken as an awkward first attempt at flirting. “ you should write that down somewhere, perhaps save it for posterity. it’d make for an excellent pickup. ” of course, to use that line, his opposite would have to have insulted his appearance first. what a fantastic fiasco it’d be.

did clint always ramble this much internally ?? he was almost as bad as a detective in a noir film. “ if the city weren’t completely abolished, perhaps i’d get a drink, ” she remarked, looking over the shambles. “ alas, the bars themselves didn’t survive, and i do believe any looter worth his salt would go after the booze. now, i get to be dreadfully sober and make new, undead friends. ”

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knightwiing:

if you could raise your eyebrows and chuckle internally,  dick was doing so in response to the way she had introduced herself.  of course,  something like that wasn’t going to slip past him.  so she didn’t have a second name,  is what he first picked up on.  secondly,  he was debating on whether she always introduced herself in the exact same way to everybody or if there was another meaning behind it.  to anybody else,  this would have been a mundane start to a conversation and would have been ignored even,  but dick knew better than that after all these years.  he rolled his eyes playfully and let out a hearty chuckle,  ❛  that’s him,  yeah.  the oldest son,  ❜  he replied with a genuine grin;  it could be an overbearing title,  since there were a lot of expectations that came with it,  but he took it in his stride,  as dick did with most of his issues, and took it easy.  his lighthearted and friendly demeanour had managed to get him through all these years,  so he wasn’t going to stop.  ❛  pleasure to meet you.  ah,  would i be contradicting that statement if i agreed with it ?  because it’s definitely true,  ❜  he lifted his shoulders as he replied.  hey,  somebody’s got to fill that role in every family,  right  ?  ❛  well that doesn’t sound like fun.  i assure you not every male in gotham is as greasy as you may have come across, even if you don’t believe it.  ❜  he’s not sure he believes himself either.

it was like ‘inception’ ( not that she’d ever seen the movie – not her speed ) – something that didn’t have much meaning, but was inspiring a lot of thought... her introduction. his scrutinization was rather humorous. there was absolutely no hidden meaning behind it, nor did she exactly introduce herself the same way to everyone else. little did she know such a small thing could turn into such a mind boggling puzzle. “ eldest son of billionaire, model citizen, bruce wayne. i can only imagine how overbearing that title must be. ”  and thus began the countdown. how many bits and pieces – selections of words – would she take from his thoughts ?? how many would she place in her own sentences until he caught on ?? or would she have to spell it out for him at some point ?? she’d yet to meet any of the other crusaders ( that she’d been previously acquainted with ) outside of their costumes... “ and you. ” this young man was making it far too easy. “ well, someone has to fill that ‘poster child’ role, no ?? my oldest sister was the spitting image of our father. ” - before emma killed her ( granted, she had it coming and she knew it ). asking him if he believed himself may not be too transparent, but was it really that in character for a ‘first’ meeting ?? “ if nothing else, i’ve yet to come across another man here who could start to measure up against the greasiness of this one ‘john’ fellow. ” except for the zombies who, of course... were dead.

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missxlane:

Lois looked around trying to find a face to match the voice,  She looked up feeling a sigh of relief escape her lips as she saw a friendly face.  “I’m not sure… can you help me get her out of here?” She questioned lifting the small girl up knowing very well they couldn’t climb up together and the little girl couldn’t leave on her own.  

“Sweetie.” She spoke to the girl.  “I need you to reach up to the nice woman.” She explained as she extended her up.  Part of her wishing these were one of those moments Clark just magically fell from the sky but she knew she couldn’t always count on that.

“I can figure this stuff out, but only after she is safe…” The little girl was crying and shaking, that Lois found it hard to keep her up right.  

the child’s thoughts were akin to those of each civilian – the only difference was the rawness of a child’s mind. they were scattered, unorganized – they made more sense than most of the thought processes everyone else was having. they echoed the earthquake. they were chaotic. everyone else’s were so... stratified. 

“ jan. her name is jan, ” she replied, holding out for the child who had two other sisters and was always so overshadowed by marcia! when the kid made contact, she pulled her from her area of entrapment, proceeding to set her down next to herself.

she looked over the amount of debris that’d fallen on top of this lois, assessing how much she believed it would weigh. when she made up her mind, she turned towards the child and asked, “ tell me, dear: do you like diamonds ?? ” ( how unnecessary and dramatic ). thus, she proceeded to take her diamond form ( just as dazzling as her personality ) and reached to lift the shattered slabs off of the woman.

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wcndcrwcman:

the PRESSURE felt nearly unbearable, the large cement-covered metal structure that had fallen had left her completely immobilized, the crushing feeling only making her rib cage feel as though it was about to break. the earthquake had hit so unexpectedly, one minute– diana was scaling the roof, when she recognized a monster. one she had seen once before, with bruce and clark and then seconds later the entire building began to shake, plunging her into the ruins of it as it began to crumble. her palms where attempting to push on the structure yet it only released a small section, however– it was thankfully enough to breathe. diana reached an arm out, needing assistance to actually help her left arm which was crushed underneath the building. “hello !? is ANYONE there ?”

the earthquake had certainly taken its toll on gotham. during their fun zombie invasion, she couldn’t care less – she had her defenses, and there were no ‘dying at alarming rates!’ alerts ( well, she could’ve cared less, but she didn’t care that much ). this was a completely different situation, though. there could be deaths by masses, and she didn’t have her defenses. even in her diamond form, what had protected her so many times, she didn’t have much to go off of. a quasi-familiar voice – the one of that diana’s – was heard from a slight distance. nonetheless, emma backtracked towards her. as it so happened, this diana was... crushed under a building. this diana was much stronger than she was, again, even in her diamond form, so she wasn’t sure how to play it, but she’d already shown her face. if she walked away... that was a coward’s move. she had only one thought that could possibly – possibly – aid this diana. the opportunity very well may’ve already passed, but was it worth a try ?? “ so we meet again. i take it you know of the placebo effect, correct ?? ” she began. she’d read in multiple scientific journals that the placebo effect worked even when the person knew it was a sham, so she essentially said that because writing the rest would be strange without that forewarning regarding telepathic cloaking for kay so she could know what she would ask next.

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spdergwcn:

— HONEST TO GOD, when gwen opened her eyes this morning afternoon, she really did think it was going to be a good day. the sun was shining, her back felt relatively fine despite sleeping on the floor of a dirty town hall, and, not to mention the greatest perk, the smell of THE FLESH-ROTTING UNDEAD no longer filled the streets. TRULY, it felt like her luck was finally turning.

but, of course, in true gwen  ❛ my-life-is-fucked  ❜ stacy fashion, something had to go wrong. and that is precisely how she found herself standing in the aftermath of a giant eight-point-effin’-nine mag earthquake, crouching between several piles of rubble, clad in stained spandex, attempting to calm a crying child.  ❝ LISTEN, i know i’m really not the best with kids but if you could just work with me here. i’m just trying to save your life, GODDAM  — gosh darnit.  ❞

emma was used to dealing with children within the tens area, not much younger. she enjoyed being able to shape their minds, took pride in her work ( up until it got them killed ). she wasn’t familiar with kids under, say, age nine, nor did she want to be. she certainly didn’t enjoy infants. nonetheless, ignoring any child during this event would be a top-notch sin, especially for her. therefore, when she heard the cries ( and anxious, but disorganized, thoughts ) of a young child, in addition to that of a young woman ( not that she wasn’t young, of course ), she walked towards the sources. “ do you know where its parents are ?? ” she asked, never bothering to introduce herself or make light.

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missxlane:

        They survived the zombie invasion, but now with news of an earth quake.  Lois knew Gotham was still never going to catch a break.  She had taken it upon herself to start gathering as many citizens as she could into a safe little bunker that would protect them from anymore falling debris.               She had a small child pressed to her hip, shushing her as they made their way across Gotham.  Lois knew she could have stayed put herself, it would have been what Clark and the others would have wanted but it was never in her.  

        When they crossed a small open clearing, she called out “We are heading to safety, please follow!” To a shadow looming behind.   When suddenly the earthquake hit,  Lois pressed the young girl to her chest and huddled low to the ground a cry escaping her lips as the place crumbled around her.

the zombies had been one thing. they had posed no threat to emma, body or soul ( even if the occasional lapses they had in consciousness were slightly painful to see ), but the earthquake was another. she had no defense against it and it was truly killing people. yes, the zombies had been too ( and she wasn’t there for the explosion or asteroids ), but this was of a completely different magnitude. it was not necessarily killing in the masses, but, at 8.5, there was potential.

whereas emma may’ve been drinking a mai tai during the invasion, she was now on alert. there was nothing to defeat – nothing to really be on alert for – but, perhaps, it was by instinct now. hearing a voice call to her, she turned towards the source just in time to see grounds collapse on the woman... and the child.

enough children had died ( or almost died ) on her watch. never would she be able to make up for the sentinels or the cuckoos or the generation, but she could, at least, ensure no other child ended up dead in front of her ( how many times had she thought that ?? ). moving towards this lois with great haste, she knelt down and offered a hand. she could try her best to move the concrete, but she knew it’d likely be futile – she was blessed with intelligence, not strength; still, she had to try. “ do you think you can manage to pull your way out ?? ” she hadn’t a solution beyond that.

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knightwiing:

his features shift as he quickly recognise the woman,  a tired grin on his face directed at her.  so he could drop the stick,  it didn’t seem necessary.  placing it gently on the shoe cupboard beside the door,  dick opened the door a little wider with a welcoming smile now on his face.  ❛  you know,  i might actually have to do that.  since there’s really nothing here to eat or anybody to make anything… ❜  there only seemed to be coffee available,  and dried fruit ? random,  but he wasn’t going to question it.  dick wasn’t entirely sure if she could be trusted or not,  but she had saved his life and it would have been rude to turn her away from his door.  besides,  the apartment was way too big for one person anyway and he usually passed out on his couch before reaching the california king sized bed,  so it was rarely used anyway.  ❛  i’m dick grayson by the way,  ❜  he introduced himself with a smile he normally used when acting as bruce wayne’s adopted son,  but there was sincerity behind it.  ❛  but you probably already knew that,  ❜  dick added lightly,  a chuckle passing through him.  of course,  he assumed she’d know because the name wayne and anybody associated rung a bell through most parts of the world, not because she was telepathic or anything. ❛  you’re welcome here,  if you would like,  ❜  he spoke his thoughts out loud with a casual shrug,  ❛  i haven’t seen the town hall myself,  with having this place and all i came straight here.  is it that bad ? ❜  another lie to add to the list, but the illusion must be upheld,  even if it was futile to somebody with emma frost’s abilities.

what a trusting young man. truth be told, emma had forgotten about his two-man schtick ( primarily because she didn’t find it necessary. yes, most of the x-men exercised the two-man schtick, but she never understood that, either. did it truly protect their identity ?? spandex and an alternate ego didn’t do much to alter the perceptions of others ). out of costume, out of how he’d originally met her, he was willing to let her in ?? if he’d truly wanted to stick with the schtick, she supposed, he should’ve acted more wary of a ‘stranger’ appearing at his doorstep and playing the prelude to the manger scene. nonetheless, she stepped in as he opened the door past its crack. “ so long as you offered a morsel of food, there’s no doubt that the barbarians in the streets would come flocking. ” to return to the concept of masks and new names accomplishing absolutely nothing, she realized he’d greeted her the exact same way when he was dressed as ‘nightwing’. ‘i’m nightwing, by the way’ – very similar tone, although the smile that accompanied his current introduction was slightly more... forced. he was inclined to smile that way when he was dick, as she perceived. ‘son’ of gotham’s most vigilant protector, ‘son’ of gotham’s brilliant billionaire – he needed to be charismatic and welcoming. “ in relation with gotham’s resident playboy, bruce wayne, correct ?? ” she began ( making sure it sounded more rhetorical than anything ), planning on playing along for the time being. “ emma frost. charmed, ” she replied, playing exactly along with how their interaction had gone when they met for the first time, following through with the actions and everything required to impersonate... herself. “ thank you, darling. i’ve heard by many accounts that you’re his kindest ward. ” jason was a criminal ( not that she wasn’t ), barbara seemed less trusting of her than dick, and the others were quite young, so it seemed. “ oh, you can’t move an inch without rubbing elbows with the greasiest men there are. ” or so she’d perceived.