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Which of the following ‘conditions’ do you think I’ve had to deal with the most as a consequence of being Gotham’s Resident Therapist?
1. Bi Panic
2. ‘Fatal attraction’ to Red Hood
3. Trauma of Abandonment
4. ‘I-wanna-be-a-Wayne’ syndrome (of both the adoption and attraction varieties)
5. Fear of Vague Attack
I’ll give you a hint: they’re listed in order.
My patience is truly extraordinary.
I’ll stop smoking when Tim stops drinking caffeine.
I miss my babies…
Wdym you knew I was manic when I tried to clone my dead situationship 99 times…was I that obvious
Aster Voss.
The girl who flew too close to the sun.
It's ironic that one with such an Icarian mindset had always found history so fascinating.
Curiousity is vital for humankind. It is what allows us to learn. To grow. To change. Still, that begs the question... In the great pursuit of knowledge, how much is too much? How far is too far? How close can one get to the edge without slipping down it entirely?
Aster had been locked away for quite some time. Not against her will, no, but of her own accord. She had called in sick to class, locked her bedroom door, and shut her windows... Anything to keep others away. Even Rowan, her closest friend and roommate was not answered, nor his-...their? new kitten.
Why?
Because something was very, very wrong.
// @gothamitenightingale \\
*It felt wrong to ask for such a favor... but perhaps it could benefit both of them?... Who was he kidding. Anyways, he jumped over snow-covered rooftops, and traced the path he knew Autumn took. He stayed out of sight, lurking in the shadows, but peeped a greeting. His pupils and the epaulettes on his uniform sparkled.*
"Good evening."
- The War Profiteer
Autumn was going to reach under her coat for a weapon before recognizing Kilroys voice she turned around to face him.
ah! Kilroy. Good evening.
How can Talon fly without hurting itself?
It can normally land but sometimes it falls and will break something…