Oct 31, 2021
‘ honey , i’m home ! oh , i forgot . i’m not married . ’
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‘ honey , i’m home ! oh , i forgot . i’m not married . ’
starter featuring . . . @certifiednutzo .
A Crowd on my Ward
The transfer to Arkham had been expected. Bruce wasn't going to keep villains in the cave for very long. It was dangerous and stupid. And now that he was here, he would be sure that it wouldn't be for long. The plans were well in place. He'd manipulated a few people in his short time here, and managed to get a personal escort out.
Tommy hadn't been surprised that the warden made him keep his bandages on under his Arkham prisoner uniform. They couldn't have the face of Bruce Wayne in here, causing an eruption among the inmates. Maybe that was a stupid choice for the man to make, but regardless... here he was. Waiting. For release. For the first part of his plan to begin. If she held up her end of the deal.
With Harley Quinn, he had to go on faith that she'd follow through. Maybe he should have threatened Ivy for Harley's compliance. But certainly he couldn't let her know his true plans.
You better show, woman. If I have to get out of here myself, then I'll have little patience to spare your life.
certifiednutzo replied to your post: Prussia, England
You think I’m awesome!? Oh kitty!
Don't let your head get too big.
Red Flags/Long Nights
Ivy opens the door, then promptly slams it shut. "Absolutely not!" she shouts, though she's not sure the sound will carry through. "You can fuck right off!"
It's been nearly a year since she's seen Harley - a year, more or less, without feeling a thing. A year in the absence of her own, wretched humanity and its weak feelings. When things with her former housemates fell apart, Ivy did what came naturally: compartmentalize her emotions and lock them away. And it worked. She hasn't given a thought (yes, I have) to the girl (yes, I definitely have) in a long while, and she's been the best (worst) version of herself. Everything has been business and research, and she's enjoyed the long sabbatical immensely.
Yet she's suddenly finding the way she's deliberately trying to believe it... unnerving.
No. No, no, no.
But the girl standing at the threshold of her run-down walkup apartment has, in an instant, brought everything back. Anger, frustration, failure...
...sadness? Heartbreak?
Love?
No. These are human emotions, and she's so far above them.
"Do you hear me?" The voice quivers faintly this time, unsure. "Go away."
Chissà dov'è
The first thing that hit her after she walked out of the movie theater was just how bright the sun was. It caused Helena to flinch and to reach for the obsidian tinted sunglasses currently nestled within the confines of her purse. The problem is though, they weren't there.
Their absence forced her to improvise. She placed a slightly arched right hand over her eyes and with them acting as temporary shade, she made her way towards where her car was parked.
A walk through the blistering sun blaring down on the sidewalk was needed to get there. And so she began her stride, going about it without much thought, till it was interrupted by a rather alarming event. The sound of smashed glass, accompanied by the loud clanging of alarm bells, clamored rather obtrusively into the air. Finely tuned instinct caused Helena to jerk her head around to find the source of where these sounds emanated from. It appeared to have originated at nearby store.
If the sounds of alarm bells and glass breaking weren't ominous enough, accompanying this was a thick plume of cinerescent smoke, steadily climbing into the sky. The unmistakable scent of the oxidizers and fuels that usually accompanied the detonation of improvised explosives, stabbed the nostrils of everyone who had the misfortune of being around this area at this moment and time. Panic began to crawl into everyone, including Helena. Without giving it much thought, The Huntress ran back inside the movie theater, in order to change in one of its bathrooms.
One of the ushers tried to halt her traction by imploring her to pay for another movie ticket if she wanted back in. Helena responded in kind by throwing $20 bill in his face. It was done in the hopes of shutting him up, at least temporarily.
Once in the theater's bathroom, a quick change of clothes did happen, followed by an adrenaline propelled run out the door towards the chaos.
I like you style sistah. You are hero our a villain?
hmm...
i am my hero ;)
Dear Harley
Dear Harley,
Just when I think I've got you figured out, you change it up on me. I won't ever forget the conversation we had in the diner. I hope that one day you find that happiness you're looking for, and it leads you away from the destructive life you've been leading. You have so much more to offer the world, and you don't even know it.
-Dick
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