#crimenight

[supurman-a2]

spare cooch?

no. but there is strap. have your panties off before i get home.

[ioracle]

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 & 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 » 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 @crimenight “may I have the next dance?”

barbara really didn't want to be here. nails, bitten right down to the quick, scrape against the glass holding her lemonade. a drink long nursed as the hours creep slowly onwards, every minute felt by a wearisome mind and tired eyes. attendees had long since abandoned any chance of small talk. good, she didn't want to listen to them drone on about the weather, or who's daughter had just become engaged to which duke, or if the new modiste would herself better than the current. every word fell on bored ears and glazed eyes. more than once she had failed to answer a question with the socially acceptable response, betraying her wandering mind. at least she was finally being left alone.

well, not for long.

she doesn't quite huff at his appearance, but eyes give a slight roll. ❝ did my father put you up to this? ❞ the new earl, surely embarrassed by his daughter's lack of interest and social decorum. tonight they would celebrate with decent society, tomorrow they would depart for scotland. leaving behind friends and loved ones, all so her father can tend to his late father's estate. ❝ i'd rather poke out my eyes with knitting needles. ❞ with bruce, at least, she doesn't have to mince her words or hide her distain. with bruce she feels more like herself. the girl before the chair. the one whose rather was only next to line to an earldom. that girl had a lot more freedom than barbara does now.

❝ please, save me the torment of the dance floor. let's merely trade pleasantries for the next ten minutes, and then you can go find another eligible miss, of which there are plenty here tonight, to lead in a quadrille. ❞

[lumined]

“that depends. are you done lying to me?”

❝ lying ? so says the man who makes his life one big convoluted secret. ❞

teeth bite down upon his tongue, forcing himself to not say anymore. getting in a verbal spat was nothing new for either of them, but it was only clark and tim's words in his mind that stopped him from saying something he'd probably regret. still, it was highly ironic that @crimenight was the one who was telling him that, considering, as for as conner was concerned, batman had more secrets and lies than all the rest of them. and the matter of his lie . . . he bristles at the thought, shoulders stiffening as his fingers bite into his palm.

❝ i'm not lying. cadmus . . . i have nothing to do with them. whatever you think or are assuming, it's not true. ❞

morbid curiosity ━ accepting

[metropolois]

cont from here with @crimenight

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓, bruce  wayne,  is  a  neurotic  control  -  freak  who  cared  desperately  about  his  self  -  image.  she  could  tell  all  that  from  the  way  he  wrote.  overly  flowery  and  careful.  (  she  supposed  some  would  call  it  courteous  ...  though,  she  guessed  someone  of  his  status  could  afford  it.  )  and,  the  fact  that  he’s  cycling  newspapers  like  he's  incapable  of  sitting  with  his  own  thoughts  ...  does  nothing  to  disprove  her  judgements.

driving  a  huge  black  limo  to  investigate  the  happenings  of  one  of  his  distributors  seemed  …  needlessly  showboat  -  y,  impractical,  and  if  lois  lane’s  opinions  happened  to  line  up  with  your  average  bureaucrat  …  this  was  really  funny. ( she had no horse in this race, anyhow. only cared for the publication. )

he  speaks.  despite  whatever  outward  projection  her  career  gave  people  the  impression  of  …  lois  lane  was  deeply  introverted.  they’d  already  spoken  about  all  she  cared  to  know  about.  (  curiosity  was  an  ebbing  and  flowing  feeling.  )  she  could  play  along  fine,  schmooze  who  she  needed  to  schmooze,  be  who  she  needed  to  be  ---  though,  she  was  comfortable  in  their  silence,  taking  the  time  to  leisurely  write  in  her  notepad.  (  phrasings,  thoughts,  impressions  ...  mixed  pages  only  she  could  decipher.  )

when  he  does,  he  happens  to  fall  on  her  least  favorite  subject:  herself.  (  more  specifically,  her  personal  life.  )  she  already  knew  all  about  that  ...  and  deciding  what  to  divulge  was  a  whole  other  can  of  worms.  the  quip  that  sat  on  her  tongue:  did  you  always  want  to  be  a  billionaire,  or  did  you  just  fall  into  it  ?

“  it  made  the  most  sense,  i  guess  …  “  lois  says  non  -  comittally,  eyes  slowly  tearing  away  from  her  lap  to  meet  his  gaze.  hawk  -  eyed,  even  if  she  didn't  mean  it.  “  my  father  was  a  general  for  the  army  …  i  grew  up  in  a  lot  of  different  places.  i  liked  learning  about  people,  the  culture  ...  "  while  not  technically  a  lie,  lois  withholds  presumably  unsavory  information:  that  she  was  born  with  the  incapability  to  the  satisfied  by  anything  except  the  road  she  paves  with  both  hands.

she  eyes  him  up  and  down,  as  if  gauging  him  again  ...  a  predator  looking  for  an  attack  point.  and,  she  smiles.  teeth  meeting  him  in  a  rebuttal  that  was  so  playful,  it  was  almost  demeaning.  "  thinking  of  a  career  pivot,  mr.  wayne  ?  "

[azarathian]

[TXT] : I'm grabbing coffee, want one?

﹙ ✷ ﹚𖥨 ´  random text message prompts for @crimenight

[ to bruce wayne, at 03:13 ] : i don´t

[ to bruce wayne, at 03:13 ] : i am well bruce, you musn't worry

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[ to bruce wayne, at 03:33 ] : maybe some black tea

[doomedwarlock]

" If these toys of yours were meant to impress me, handsome, you'll have to try a little harder than that. "

@crimenight

[supurman-a]

bruce: president business. stole the amulet. the most powerful item in the system. what clark hears: blah blah blah. proper name. place name. back story stuff. ( @crimenight )

[ioracle-arc1]

"i'm picking the restaurant this time."

green eyes roll playfully, a smile dancing across her lips. beyond the window of the car the city streets of gotham whiz past in a blur of soft light and orange horizons. barbara sometimes thinks the city is prettiest at dusk, when the day starts to make way to the night in a dusting of pink, yellow, and orange. an almost peaceful quiet descending as the citizens make their way home, before those who dwell in the underworld make their way to the surface. the perfect time dinner time for masked vigilantes.

❝ stop pretending you didn't enjoy our trip to big belly burger. ❞ though the resulting headlines and social media trends were mostly enjoyed by barbara and the rest of his younger bats. ❝ i heard they named a new burger after you - the wayne whopper. delicious. ❞ words giveaway to laughter as gaze turns to @crimenight. she doesn't mention that she, tim, cass, and steph had already tried said burger. it was pretty good. ❝ fine, you can pick. but nothing too fancy, i'm not dressed for the occasion. ❞