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       ❝ I take what I need to from those who have more than enough.                         I don't stand on the shoulders of people with less. ❞                                                        ♔ ♔ ♔     He wore black and I wore white. He would always win the fight.                   Seasons came and changed the time. When I grew up, I called him  mine.

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Welcome to Gothtopia; Gotham City, America's darkest city, America's biggest lie, a brainwashed utopia where the people have no clue that what they see, and feel is all the product of a psychotropic property. A place where any sort of stimulus that contradicts this fabricated reality is violently responded to. This is a lie. This fabricated reality has always been a lie.

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spiddypeter:

Well I care about being right so after some research I have found that while carrier pigeons are still technically around, they do in fact have to be trained to actually carry messages. I will not dispute that seeing as it is exactly correct. While some people can try and live without modern technology they can only get so far.

Oh my god, you seriously went and researched it? Huh. Well you learn something new everyday I guess. And I know it's correct, hence why I said it. But people were getting along just fine without technology for hundreds of years before the modern era. I find technology...inherently annoying a majority of the time. It gets in the way of things.

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spiddypeter:

But if there’s no humans to train them are they around? I mean it seems odd that they would teach themselves to be carriers when they have nothing to carry. That’s caused by technology? Well then, I’ve been unable to communicate face to face for my whole life so I suppose I’m safe to keep using this computer.

I don't think they were ever distinctly trained, just an innately strong memory or something. Though I don't particularly care about the heritage of pigeons if we're being completely honest. We're a generation raised to be co-dependent on technology. Or some of us are.

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a Catwoman that I painted a few years ago. it’s my pleasure to share my art with you, as always

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spiddypeter:

Are carrier pigeons even a thing anymore? What terrible things could technology do the mind, might I ask?

I don’t need to worry. If it is as bad as you say then I probably ruined my mind long ago so there’s no need for protection anymore.

I highly doubt the entire species has offed itself just because humans declared them irrelevant. Haven't you heard? It causes rifts, makes you unable to communicate face-to-face. 

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Of course he would have the most unfortunate luck, not only was he forced to associate with a family full of selfish narcissists , break his newly acquired automobile in the raging blizzard but also have the first owner to open her doors to him to be no other than Selina Kyle’s. His day could not possibly get any closer to piss poor.

An eyeroll was quick to escape him, pretenses uninhibited for a short while due to the freezing chill that made its way up his spine. Whether it was because of the smirk on the woman’s features or just the deadly low temperature outside, he couldn’t be one hundred percent certain. Annoyed and frustrated, Bruce pondered on taking his chances on the next few doors left to hers, maybe he’ll find better company to pass the night with or just until he can contact Alfred and request a rescue team but two out of the three left seemed uninhabited and none of the doors before hers had even dared open up to check up on the outside world.

“This was obviously a mistake.” He was certain of that but the howling winds outside kept him firmly where he stood, contemplating further how his chances would fare venturing back out there instead of relinquishing a little bit of his pride for a few hours of safe haven.

“Unfortunately, I have no other choice. If you would be kind enough to let me stay in your…” he paused, looking behind her to take a quick round about of her place. “Home, just until the blizzard dials down and I can make arrangements to take me home, I’d gladly pay you for the trouble.”

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"Was it now? I apologize that your very eyes have to witness such a hovel." Selina shot back acridly, eyes narrowing almost defensively as she watched the look he gave her home. Fine. It was small, shoddy, the roof leaked like hell when it rained, even now she had a bucket set up on the kitchen table (which was missing part of a leg and propped up on phonebooks), but it was home to her. "It's no manor, but if you can bear the discomfort come on in."

The brunette let the door fall open further, hand waving him in with a lackadaisical effort before closing it swiftly behind him. "Keep your money Bruce." Her nose crinkled in almost disgust at the offer, the gentle simmering of annoyance cranking up to sleight anger. Did he honestly think she was that desperate for money? She stayed where she was because she liked it. The location was ideal, it was comfortable, she wasn't here that often and it was the first place that absolutely no one knew about. Selina Kyle had enemies, she wasn't naive. Safety came before frivolous items that Wayne had plenty of.

"I'm not your charity case, I thought we established that? Or do you need me to demonstrate on some more of your possessions? I'd be glad to." A cheeky grin and her arms folded neatly over an ample chest. "I don't have champagne and caviar, but there's coffee and probably some beer in the fridge. Help yourself."

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spiddypeter:

With this blizzard going on I suppose I have to resort back to this website if I want to keep communications with others going. It’s been awhile though, how is everyone?

I might suggest carrier pigeons? I hear technology does terrible things to the mind.

Kidding. Sort of. But thats why I can afford being here, my minds already addled.

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“Fuck.”

Like his day just couldn’t possibly get worse after having to indulge Mrs. Gregory’s daughter in a banal conversation about her marriage plans and him pretending to ignore her not so subtle hinting for the sake of good conduct. The expletive escaped him without much thought, frustration rarely expressed except in moments of absolute solitude. He supposed being stuck in the middle of nowhere during a horrendous blizzard should account for his monthly quota of weakness. Just enough for him to compose himself again and come up with the most sensible plan that would not end up with him as a frozen popsicle stick or losing any limbs to frostbite.

His gloved hands curled tighter around the steering wheel as his eyes scanned the dashboard, assessing the damage before pulling out the keys. The batteries were dead – his Koenigsegg was more than useless at this point. A sigh escaped him, more resigned than frustrated now, as he picked up his coat from the backseat and opened the door, wrapping the thick wool clothing around his shoulder as he looked around; squinting his eyes through the snow fall for any familiar landmark. It slowly dawned on him that he might have made a wrong turn because nothing was familiar, most of the buildings looked similar to each other blanketed by snow. Shrugging into his jacket and shoving his hands into the pockets to keep him warm, he trudged through the snow towards the buildings with signs of life visible through their window.

Popping his collar up and breathing into his palms to keep his face warm, he took a chance on one of the closer buildings, knocking on the first door with no response. He knocked a few more times, introducing himself but failed to elicit any reaction. With a reluctant and disappointed sigh, he tried the next few doors until eventually someone opened up.

“I’m Bruce Wayne and –“ 

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Unlike most, Selina didn't really mind the brittle winter weather. Generally it gave her more leverage when trying to pull a job, people weren't so inclined to chase after a crook if they had to go through blustering, frigid, winds to do so. Not to mention that locks were easier to bust through and go unnoticed during this time. If it was noted that something was amiss, people were quick to assume that something must have happened when the temperature dropped below freezing. Basically? Ideal circumstances for a known cat burglar.

She'd just draped herself across an armchair after fiddling with the antennas on her small television, with a mug of hot chocolate and a think blanket, when there was a cacophony of knocks on the door. She rolled her eyes, completely intent on ignoring it as she sipped from the ceramic mug in hand. A few more knocks and her TV was disrupted again. She groaned in frustration and stomped towards the door, flinging it up with as much strength as she could muster.

      "What the hell do--"

   Instantly, a vulpine smirk took hold of her features, her hand falling to her hip and a curious brow perking in his direction.

      "Hmm, yes Mr. Wayne. I think I do remember you. How nice of you to stop by. Doing some philanthropy? Selling gift wrap to pay for your car?"

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