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I was kidnapped (fuck you Black Mask), and this blonde kid next to me, instead of just shutting up and waiting for Batman, instead decided to give me a rundown on why exactly he thinks that Clark Kent is Superman. Worst part: he actually managed to convinced me for a while, his evidence was solid, but then he started sprouting some shit about Batman being Brucie Wayne, so I knew he was bullshitting.
the cat-woman strikes again! five fabergé eggs stolen from the penthouse, &. batman has a keen inkling a peculiar cat was behind the burglary. (@gothanite.)
CENTRAL GOTHAM: 7:19 PM, OUTSIDE THE HOTEL BELLE MONICO.
or at least, that's what i think he's thinking(?). i'm having trouble quite deciphering anything that he spews, not that he really ever has. it would be cool to go on a wild goose chase for this burglar, but in these boots, he should know i won't be running anywhere. “ she must've left behind something. ” words of naïveté are spoken like honey dripping down my throat, i ponder his acknowledgement of my existence at all as i stand in front of him. the deep purple of my trench coat gains traction in the morose gotham wind, it's gelid grip latching onto my bare neck. hands bury themselves into the thick pockets, they sheath my cuticles &. my thick brows furrow, accompanied by the lack of expression in his.
“ i mean, you didn't see anything here, did you? ”
" i planned most of this, actually. " and she was pretty damn impressed — a server passes her and @gothanite, offering flutes full of champagne. pepper takes one and thanks him, turning back to bruce with a sip. " and frankly, i didn't know if you'd make the trip up here. i'm glad you came. do you plan on staying the whole night? " SC.
the moon is bright and warming tonight, making her way through throngs of people who each turn to her as if asphodel to life, wolf to the sky. and this wolf. this wolf feels sixteen all over again, nearly bursting from his itching skin as his eyes track her movement. if she’s spotted him, she hasn’t indicated it to him, but he can smell her even across the room and that tethered ache to go to her is only bolstered by the sudden appearance of the host. ❝ mister wayne, ❞ says scott, his ears pink. slowly, regretfully, he tears his gaze from allison shaking hands with a gotham diplomat and looks to @gothanite beside him. ❝ i, uh. the party’s– ❞ idiot. he clears his throat and tries again, far more honest though still thoroughly scott. ❝ i still suck at these things. how do you do it? ❞
☾ A HOWLING.
carrie sulks. she sulks hard. the ice cream tub turns her skin vivid red, just as red as her cheeks turn to match her bob and the flourishing bruise on her chin that she nurses with her cold treat. ❝ but i was right. ❞ she argues back at @gothanite , unwilling to yield just yet. she did the math right. she was sure she did the math right, so she’s not sure now how the van drove off and carrie nearly broke her face on the fire escape ladder in pursuit. not the most graceful, unfortunately. her mother had once remarked when she tried to put carrie in heels. ❝ what’s the point of being right if i’m going to mess up and the bad guys get away anyways ? ❞
bruce wayne said: ❝you’re smart, but you need to learn patience.❞
❝ how did you find me ? ❞ lara looks up from her bruised knuckles when the scuffle of shoes crosses the threshold of the locker room. it’s a hole in the wall. the quaint little training gym in the heart of the city, where she honed her fighting skills on trips guised as convention gatherings. it’s safe to say that lara’s ass gets kicked on the regular, but it’s good. because she’s learning to hold her own and fight back. ❝ how did you even know i was in the city ? ❞ her tone is lamented with accusation to bury the guilt of not telling @gothanite she was state-side. though it seemed now, she didn’t need to tell him. she’s still battling with revelations that nearly crippled her in grief back in siberia. the truth behind her father’s death. ana’s betrayal. trinity. a threat only lara knew about, a threat she has to be the one to snuff out. she wipes the back of her wrist against her bloodied lip and turns away, pushing him away, like she’s pushed everyone else.
bruce wayne liked for a small starter.
the chuckle betrays her ire at @gothanite’s intrusion on her hiding place and she careens her chin over her shoulder to catch glimpse of the perfectly kempt bruce wayne. ❝ you know these parties make me restless. i mean look at this, ❞ a hand sweeps over her figure in the mirror. she couldn’t opt for a track suit or her favorite pair of cargo pants for the black tie event celebrating the joint venture between croft holdings and wayne enterprises. no, some italian penned dress was required for the occasion.
❝ it looks all wrong. i suppose .. the color is nice. ❞ and that would be her best attempt at optimism for the night. a hand sweeps over the smooth fabric gathered at her waist before the pleats flow effortlessly around her figure. the dress is modest enough to cover up most of her scars, the ones that were unfit for lady of her status or a businesswoman of her position to display. but even then some of those prodded from underneath the boatneck line of the fabric, which ultimately meant lara would have to let her hair down. another lara croft rule broken. but she was still stitching together the pieces of a the tattered croft reputation, which meant becoming a stickler to the expected, abandoning who she is to protect it.
a final huff towards an imperfectly perfect reflection, lara resists the urge to throw the perfectly styled waves out of order - she’s so used to strays falling over her eyes that the unobstructed view is distorting her depth perception - finally turns to bruce, ❝ you’ve always been much better at this than i am. ❞ she admits helplessly - 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 - as she crosses the length of the powder room to meet him, dragging her feet both figuratively and literally ( lara’s balance is impeccable but she’d rather walk a rusty ladder over an endless abyss than in these heels ) ❝ do i really have to give a speech ? ❞
bruce wayne said: ❝ you never were one to stay idle. ❞
from @gothanite: “how about we don’t do that.”
SEBASTIAN TAKES A DRAMATIC STEP BACK , establishing distance between his six foot five frame and the small display of bat-themed accessories in the batcave . brows lifted , eyes twinkling with faint mischief , he studies the looming shadow of a companion at the computer nearby ( the BAT-computer — always a bat addition to every bat thing in sight ) . bruce’s back is turned to him , but still he knew sebastian was about to touch the grappling hook ? ❝ you have eyes on the back of your head , ❞ he huffs , rolling his eyes in good fun . ❝ you’re less of my friend in that suit and more like my babysitter , aren’t you . the batsitter . ❞ with hands politely placed behind his back , he continues his curious wander through the cave , lips pursed , eyes scanning over everything in sight . ❝ do you add ‘bat’ to everything in here ? a batbox , a batshelf . . . does that make me a bat friend ? ❞ he smothers a snicker and continues on , ignoring the raspberry of a sound that puffed between his lips . ❝ bet i’ve got a file on that computer — SORRY , BATCOMPUTER . it says sebastian talks too much , needs to put down the gun , and gets really annoying when he’s handed white wine instead of red . ❞ sebastian approaches the batman in his chair and peeks up at the screen above him . ❝ why’d you bring me down here , anyway ? does this have something to do with my organization ? with TREADSTONE ? ❞
