#homicidalqueen

[chaoticjoke]

@homicidalqueeen

"Soooo..... Who did ya call 'a madman' there, hmmmm?"

[tobecomingreal]

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this. (for crane)

"Very well... I am going to stop." He waited a moment judging her expression trying hard to look away.

" See now you are upset and is that my fault as well. Your exercise proved nothing but to shift responsibility. What is it that you want ?"

[pearlpitt]

@homicidalqueen

"Is the Bat signal always so fucking bright?"

[webbfluid]

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Sender: @homicidalqueen !! Prompt: 📂 for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

Pete regularly puts both life and limb in extra danger just to boop any enemy who has a snout. The Lizard gets booped; he has booped werewolves, despite the added risk of trying to get close just for that. Why does he do this? Because it's funny, first of all. Also, even though it is risky, there is an extremely low chance that a boop will make everything better, and they'll stop trying to fight him. Current success rate: 0%.

Also, he makes it a sound effect when he does it, he go “ boop! ”.

[resolutevalor]

Sprinkles glitter on Batsy :P "Cheer up ya grump!"

Stern eyed, beneath the pointed cowl, Bats focused on a litany of paperwork. Article after article, line after line, fails to disclose what she KNOWS must be lingering under the surface of the latest criminal's schemes. Where is it? Where is the evidence she requires to go after the brute?

Those same effervescent orbs blow WIDE open as Harley sends a twinkling cascade down over her like she is trapped in an infernal snow globe. Stunned, all Bats can bring herself to do is scowl, and helplessly glance at her now glittery suit. GOOD LORD. She looked like a DISCO-BALL, or a HOOKER, or an unholy combination of the two.

CHEER UP? As if the Bat was ever capable of cheer.

A low, vehement rumble erupts from the cavity of her chest. "What am I going to do with you, Harley?" She clips in question. Gloved hands flinch into fists at her side, before being made to forcibly slacken. She urges herself to take a steadying breath, before a word could be uttered.

"I'm a menace. Now, I look like I'm about to do a strip tease." She's trying to sound FIRM and yet, there's a low raspy rumble of laughter in the shallow undercurrent, cutting just how jarring her firm voice can be. "That is NOT the image I want to have on the streets of Gotham." There is not a FELON in Gotham who would be remotely intimidated by a sparkly Bat. "Don't. Don't even start picturing my foray into the seedy side, it's not happening."

Swiping gloved fingers down the solidness of her breastplate, she attempts to knock off as much of the shimmer as possible. "Where did you get that, anyways?" Bats rumbles, resigning herself to her new, seemingly permanent appearance given that the glitter does NOT want to come off.

[resolutevalor]

"Am I allowed to ask who you're protecting me from?" (Batsy)

The glance cast towards Harley from beneath the midnight black cowl is almost as crisp as the folds of a greeting card. "Yourself." The words are edged with impeccable grimness. The cape around her shoulders gives a filtering of a shudder as the wind caught hold of it.

While the unsavory task of rescuing Harley was not Bats highest priority, removing her from harm's way WAS, and continues to be; no matter how many times Harley throws herself into the destructive paths. Sucking a breath into her lungs, Bats ponders aloud. "Why do you allow him to speak to you like that? To use you?" Tinges of concern mar her otherwise stoic orbs. Her own well-gloved fingers crinkle a little with disdain for her abuse.

[popularmxnster]

“What do you like to be called? Mister? Master? Daddy?”

Billy rose a brow. " Daddy is definitely the one to get me going. I'm the Dilf of the true crime world for a reason." He said with a cocky smirk sitting on his lips. He looked Harley over and blinked. " What's with the get up?"

[resolutevalor]

“ you just wasted my time. “ (brianna wayne)

Haggard, menacing orbs clip upwards. Irritation claws at the undercurrent of her gravel-laced timbre. "It would seem the information I was given was wrong." Her brooding form stalks over to the the window. She glances out over the din of city. Her own failure she does not tolerate well.

"Unless-" Her voice hinges perilously as if hinged on knife's edge. "You're up to checking out one more location--." It is as close to an apology as Harley would get.