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[toxicityinmytouch-blog]

A Rose By Any Other Name 1/20/2016

She knew the drill by now. No touching. No pheromones. No fun. Somewhere between her romp around town with Harley and her own heist for a special little chemical during the bombings, Ivy found herself locked away. Yet. Again. And this time, they wanted to interrogate her? Laugable.

It was boring,  and Ivy hated to be bored. She knew they wanted to interrogate her. To do something. She hadn’t even been involved in the bombings or the other heists but of course, a rose by any other name would still be locked up and thrown away without a key.  She didn’t want to create mayhem, but if the show fit today she might as well get a little fun. Maybe even on of the bat boys would arrive.

It was her turn now. Of course, that meant she’d get out of the little concrete box they were holding her in. She could hear the plants talking to her, screaming at her. And she could do nothing in there surrounded by so much. It infuriated her.The heavy steps of the guard was the only signal she had to know it was now or never.

The cell door unlocked, as she sat in the dark corner, knees to her chest. Weak of course but i wasn’t like she couldn’t put on a show until she was carted off to the room with the two-way mirror. She smiled beside herself. Choices choices. She had always hated those.

As he came to guide her to the room, Ivy walked down the hall hips swinging. She wasn’t going to cause a scene until her jailbreak for sure. So into the little room she went. She was guided to the chair, cuffed behind her back. Blowing a kiss at the guard she smiled. “All this for little ole’ me?” She didn’t talk to the guard as he left but instead had directed that comment to the other body in the room.

[notyourlilmonster-blog]

Bleeding Through My Shirt || January 17th

She laid on her back, her eyes were staring at the ceiling of whatever room she was in. She was fine, she thought, until she went to sit upright. That’s when the pain started.

Harley wasn’t that kind of doctor, she couldn’t fix this. She whimpered as she stared down at the blood seeping through her shirt. She lifted the fabric to see the bullet wound that displayed itself there. She could feel that there was no blood on the back side of her shirt therefore bullet lodged. “Fuck…”

She decided that she’d either have to dig it out herself or get someone else to do it… But who? Ivy, maybe, but even that would be a stretch in walking. If only she could wrap it enough to stop the bleeding. She reached her arm over, ripping part of the lower portion of her shirt. A searing pain came as she rolled the fabric and pressed firmly on her new wound. Harley screamed out in pain, tears stinging in her blue eyes.

To her feet she drug herself while wincing and crying out. She’d bit down on her lower lip to halt the sounds of agony as she moved around in the room, looking for an exit.

[thedcrk-knight]

Offering An Unwanted Hand ↠ Lex/Bruce ↠ 01/17/16

Loosely based on: The memorial event is looking for workers. You’ll make quite a bit of extra cash throughout the day, and what safer place than an event every police and hero is lurking around to be? You can host a game for the kids, help at a stand with food, help with electrical situations for the speeches and stage -- there’s a lot to do, so why not give a hand?

Bruce normally wore a suit everywhere, but today he decided to take a more casual approach. Jeans and he kept his dress shirt but only wore a vest. It was Metropolis and despite it not being summer, it was still a pretty warm day. Snow had stopped weeks ago and the seasons were gearing it into spring noticeably. Plus, it made working easier. Before he was interrupted by a few security officers, he had been helping one of the food stands transport their large supplies from a truck and into the stand.

The break was welcomed. There was a ‘big wig’ (much like himself, so it surprised him that the guard had used that term around him) waiting at the park entrance, wanting to jump in and help out. He was glad to see that other CEOs were offering their time rather than giving a speech and calling it  a day. However, he did not expect to see Lex fucking Luthor standing there.

Their last meeting hadn’t gone so well, especially if you counted their ‘last one’ being the night before with Bruce as Batman. He was still on the fence on if Lex knew who it was under his cowl. Sometimes he seemed like he did, and other times, he seemed clueless. It had Bruce on edge.

Despite the scowl he was internally giving, he forced himself to smile. It was the same smile he used with the paparazzi and he hoped the other recognized it. “Luthor. I see you decided to help out. I was just about to go check some wiring for the main stage. I could use your... technological genius.”

That one hurt.

@alexanderjluthorjr

[cassandrawren-blog]

Nabbed || 1/14/16

Taken And Abused.

You never thought it could happen to you, but it did. One second, you were walking home peacefully, the next a rag was covering your mouth and everything went black. You wake up chained to the wall in a basement, and you can hear two men speaking a language you don’t know upstairs. There are others and they are terrified. Someone is coming to save you, no doubt. But, will they get there too late?

Cassandra may not have been the most resourceful of girls, but she was pretty smart. Book smart, street smart, and it was all thanks to Bruce. Unfortunately that wouldn’t do her much good tonight.

She had been out on a walk, something she did normally, twice or three times in a week. With the threat in the city she had to sneak out against her father’s wishes. But she had done it anyhow, and that’s how she got here--maybe?

The room was damp, it smelled of rust and mold. It was dimly lit and Cass had a hard time making out other shadows of people in the room. How could she have let this happen? She had always been so careful before, and it wasn’t like she couldn’t defend herself. She had been training at least a little bit in the field of self-defense. She moved her hands behind her back, the rope that held them there digging into her frail wrists. She would have cursed if not for the fact that she was sure that Alfred wouldn’t have approved. There were others in the room, men, women (mostly), and a couple other children. Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she struggled with the rope binding, giving up when she felt the burning sensation there.

How had she gotten into this mess? She wracked her brain for an answer--a memory.

She had been walking, it was dark and the only illumination was the moonlight mixed with scattered street lamps. She was sure she’d heard footsteps some distance behind, but shrugged it off as someone else enjoying the crisp night air. She’d stuffed her hands in the pocket of her pull-over hoodie and continued on her journey. A yawn broke past her lips and that was when she’d felt it: The warm breath on her neck, an arm that came around her waist, and a hand that placed itself over her parted mouth. Darkness came quickly after several seconds of struggle from the small-framed girl, but she was no match for the person who held her.

She should have been more careful, she should have stayed home. Now she’d be lucky if she made it out alive. That was when steps came for the stairs, a moment passed and a deep voice rang out through the damp room. Cassandra took a moment to beg for Bruce to save her, or Alfred to come down the stairs. She’d closed her eyes tight. At this point she’d take even Dick rushing in or busting through a window. Anyone, she just missed them all so much.

She hadn’t even gotten a chance to say goodbye.