#fallengothamstarters

[redheadedbatgirl]

Barbra tilted her neck to the side, hoping for it to crack (no luck) as he furiously slamming her fingers against the keys of her laptop. From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure appear, and quietly grunted in disapproval. So much for the coffee shop being a hidden gem amongst a sea of boarded-up shop fronts. “You better not be here to ask me for something, I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” she said, lifting her eyes to meet the face of the figure. “That’s just plain rude.”

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[bartholomew-henry]

Barry crossed his arm over his chest, brow quirked as a middle-aged couple bickered through adultery issues. He glances at the individual beside him, a light scoff through his nose and a chuckle following his words, “How long you think they’ll be going at it?” It was amusing to watch and this was evident in his lit up features, but he allowed his limbs to fall to his sides ready to step in, “I think it’s the wife we should worry about.” Not that marital issues are something they should meddle in, but the woman had a pair of scissors in her back pocket that he’s seen her reach out for in instances of extreme frustration.

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[artemiscrrock]

“It’s okay,” Artemis reassured the figure walking towards her. “I’m fine.” She looked down at the blood splattered across the street. Growing up in a kill or be killed environment the sight of blood was nothing new to her. Still her blood ran cold, when she thought about whose blood that actual was, because it wasn’t so easy to walk away when you could put a name to the face. Perhaps she could have before Oliver had taken her in but not now - he was just some (dumb) kid, who got caught in the cross fire. That’s what this city did, killed the innocent and rewareded the criminals. She put the arrow she was about to fire back in her quiver, lowering her bow. “I told him not to get invovled,” she said shaking her head. “They damn well never listen... we better carry on, the night’s not over yet.” @fallengothamstarters​

[redheadedbatgirl]

                  BARBARA rubbed her eyes, holding back a yawn. It was late, and the coffee shop was about to shut its doors for the night. For the last couple of days, the redhead had been more dependent on coffee than usual. Between the carnival, fighting with her father, Dick getting injured and knowing the Joker had broken out of Arkam and was roaming the streets - it had been hard for her to get more than an hours sleep at a time. Frustrated she stared down at her laptop screen: the situation seemed to get direr every day and more hopeless at that. She grabbed her coffee cup, draining the last few drops. “Maybe I should have put something a little stronger in this,” she muttered to herself, looking down at the empty cup.

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