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Wobin cosplaaay
is it hot in here or is it just rose wilson (ignore the explosion)
hiiii guys..... hiiiii..... <3
͙ 𖥻﹚ ... starring @arkahmknight .ᐟ : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ? ˊ-
glass crunched under his boots, the brittle sound of its crack, crack, cracking muffled by thick rubber and a stride that was casual in pace : slow, languid. the warehouse floor glittered with shards, scattered among the filth and refuse like stars in a murky brown sky, winking with the reflection of a dim bulb's sickly yellow glow. it's a flickering thing held aloft only by a frayed cord, gently swaying in the aftermath of a commotion already brushed aside to gather dust in the corners of his mind — valentin loved a grand entrance as much as anyone, but everybody wanted their big - ticket moment these days, their own stain on the blood - red carpet. when held up to the chaotic symphony of gotham's night - life, a broken window was mere white noise, as ordinary as the bulb's electrical buzzing. “ language. ” came admonishment with a tone carefully constructed in its evenness. the butcher dropped to a crouch, a knee planted on the scuzzy cement, aloof and absentminded as he reached for a comparatively large sliver. shining and sharp in that bile - colored light, with the teasing potential to slice as he ran a thumb over it's jagged edge.
he was idle, half - interested, as if his uninvited guest's presence did not come with the promise of violence already. the thought of a gun's muzzle pressed up against the base of the skull was blurry, as inconsequential as the glass turned over between his fingers. at least the red hood had good taste in color. “ i believe i was quite clear, my dear boy. the curtain is drawn, the abattoir sleeps. you're a bit early. ” though he does think, a little distantly, that a bullet missing its mark and finding its home embedded in torn muscle would be more trouble than it's worth. ah well, whatever happens, happens. “ really, do you kiss your mother with that mouth ? ”
girl im gonna inquire so much further... (<- hornily)
gold(ish) 💘
twirls hair etc