#bloodiedcapes

[nerditudes]

@bloodiedcapes

"I can feel you staring. It's rather obvious." Here he was, working on his masterpiece, with his cohort staring him down like the last steak at an all-you-can-eat buffet. It was moments like these that almost made him contemplate his plan to erase reality.

Almost.

[luthority]

@bloodiedcapes​​ asked: "Awww, you do have a heart, Lexy! I knew you'd come around to inviting me. I'm absolutely flattered, really!" Joker is instantly at the metropolis moguls side, patting his bald head and grinning at him. Had he actually received any welcome to said event? No, but it was obvious he could attend.

     The moment he hears that obnoxious laughter, Luthor knows it’s already too late.

     This doesn’t stop him from slowly edging towards the nearest exit, though he’s forced to abandon the ( admittedly futile ) endeavor when the Joker calls out to him and makes a beeline for the mogul. The other attendees look at the two with expressions ranging from confusion to concern — and those who recognize the clown show fear — but do little else, and Luthor can feel his jaw begin to ache from having subconsciously clenched his teeth.

     Mercy had better be dead or dying to have let this fiasco happen.

“I can assure you I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he manages to grind out while maintaining a veneer of nonchalance. The grip on his wine glass, however, tightens with each head pat as though it were the Joker’s neck. 

“Security, please escort this lunatic off the premises. Now.”

[hxllblazer-a2]

"and they call me the freak but get a look at you!" -joker || @bloodiedcapes

“Yep, just the compliment I always wanted from the guy who got thrown up by the Ringling Bros...” 

Probably thank to the big one that had conked him over the back of the head. Or maybe it was the skinny one with the gun. Hard to tell, weaving words of control for goons that had the collective IQ of his left hand was complicated and didn’t leave much room for pondering when one was getting savagely beaten. 

He was hoping it at least stuck with the big guy. No way he was going to get out of this one with two catatonic idiots mumbling fear mantras of the horrors John was showing them. 

“Y’ know what they say: can always improve a look by lodging a bloke’s front teeth up ‘is nose.” The toothy, bloody grin was probably a poor emphasis but playing some ego would probably help. Maybe. “Makes y’ look like a rat.” 

[maximummuses]

"I am so proud of you, I wish you to know it whenever you are in doubt" bane to maya

"Uh... thanks, Bane. Does this mean I can't drop out of school?" Maya doesn't want Bane to place a hand on her shoulder, or scarier, hug her.

[castlle]

nice glasses! where'd you get them?? the nerd store????

"No, I got them from my mom—who loves me—where'd you get your ego? Your butthole?"

[ruffruffandaway]

@bloodiedcapes​​ asked: "Fetch!" Superman throws the ball without holding back much strength since they were in a large uninhabited area. That way Krypto could have more fun and not accidentally fly into a building.

The pup was literally wagging up a hurricane as his master took him for a walk and a flight to a large open area, his FAVOURITE kind of area!!

He barked excitedly as the leash was unclipped and the ball was thrown at the speed of light which he took off to catch immdiently, shooting back mere seconds later with the ball in his jaw, squeaking it excitedly, leaves, twigs and dirt stuck in his white fur which lay askew over his body.

Again! AGAIN!

[luthority]

"You're amusing. I think I'll keep you." Ultraman is smirking from where he hovers above Luthor.

IMPOSSIBLE.

     Luthor scrambles backwards, his foot sliding over the many shards of a blade forged from kryptonite that had shattered mere moments ago when he’d tried to plunge it into the alien’s chest. He’d quickly discerned Superman hadn’t been the one to unceremoniously whisk him away from a press conference, but some kind of doppelganger — one that just demonstrated he doesn’t share the Man of Steel’s most easily exploitable weakness.

“That’s funny,” he manages to say, though he struggles to hear himself over the sound of his own heart thumping away in his ears. Luthor grits his teeth when he realizes the alien can probably hear it, too. “I was just thinking the same about you.”

     Think, Lex, think. Mercy is likely attempting to locate him with street cameras and satellites; Lois Lane was at the press conference, so she must be tripping over herself to find out why her ‘beau’ quite literally took away her chance to accuse Luthor of whatever ridiculous scandal she’s cooked up this time; and as much as he loathes to admit it, this is definitely a job for Superman.

     So where the hell is he?