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[iamthexweapon]

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“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

[socialiisms]

💙 (PROVIDED thanos leaves the multiverse as-is and retires to his farm without snaps)

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[kojiscorner-a]

@hangdogbanner

“...Banner.”

[ironhardpacker]

@hangdogbanner, closed starter. 

        “Come on, Eeyore, why so glum?” 

[calabrun]

@hangdogbanner -- ;

Ah, this one again. They never truly seemed to learn, did they? Someone had spoken of this Pyramid Head--a slow moving bastard with an enormous cleaver that dragged heavily behind it. The being moved in stilted motions, the sword dragging with a banshee’s screeching upon the blacktop. It seemed to be ignoring him, sighting instead a man just meters away who had either just arrived, or was in shock of it. At least that provided him with a distraction. Able to teleport from the midst of a telephone pole just parallel to Pyramid Head, the staggering undead hardly saw it coming when, from behind, he punched a hole clean through the bastard’s sternum. Gore and viscera spewed like a pressured blast before dribbling sickly down its chest, the undead groaning before collapsing in a dead heap.

Vlad only huffed, shaking off the worst of it. “Dumb piece of shit.”

[thoughtsmash]

@hangdogbanner

“Been a while since I’ve been able to get ahold of you. Are you okay, Bruce?”

[hraunwyf-b]

@hangdogbanner

“Come here.”

[pulitzerpanther]

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Nails drum along the edge of a cheap wood counter, nose wrinkling at the faint stickiness of it, like it's been coated with a thin layer of alcohol and infidelity.

Then again, most hotel bars are. That's hardly new.

And Cat Grant finding herself at a hotel bar isn't utterly unusual, save for the fact that it's not the Ritz and her fingers are unoccupied with a glass that's not quite crystal, but buffed enough for people to think they might be holding onto an infinitesimal sliver of being rich.

The people watching is entertaining enough. Business daywalkers slipping into night like a ring in a pocket. A few prostitutes. A few alcoholics.

And there, finally, coming through the crowd--

Hmm, well. She had thought he would look taller.

"I'm hoping there's a good reason you went Deepthroat through my email. You must know some impressive people to get your hands on it. Why," Cat turns on a heel, brow arching, "Am I here?"