"Where've you been, stupid? Its been.. really lonely lately."

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"Where've you been, stupid? Its been.. really lonely lately."
@intoyxurheart​;;
Another day, another dreadful day at the office. It was such a repetitive, degrading job -- certainly no position for an almighty Goddess. Alas, Kali had to figure out a way to have some sort of income. The deity was now residing on Earth, and had a home, among other things to pay for. Hell, in her Kingdom she didn't pay a dime for anything. As a Goddess, everything was handed to her on a silver platter. Literally. Hands full of paper work, the small woman’s heels echoed against the pearl colored tile as she made her way to her bosses office. Ah, her boss. What an asshole he was. If Kali could kill him, she probably would have already. However, she was desperate for money. Arriving at his office, she reached for the doorknob with a deep exhale. Here goes nothing. Kali entered, tossing the pile of paperwork on the males large desk. "Here’s the reports you asked for." She mumbled with a roll of her eyes. "Anything else you need? Coffee? Want me to spit shine your shoes while I'm at it?" The Goddess crossed her arms over her tight blouse, shifting her weight onto one leg in her form-fitting pencil skirt. She was exceptionally snappy today. "You know, you ask me to do all these things for you, and I do but.." She clicked her tongue. "There's no pay increase, hardly any benefits, and you still manage to treat me like a damn rat. I would probably have better luck working as a goddamn garbage woman. Oh.." The Goddess paused with a chuckle. "I basically already work around trash."
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Fists clenched to where her knuckles were painted white, the Goddess stood with her head held high. This hurt -- actually, really fucking hurt. Who was she out of all deities to let her guard down? To fall to such ludicrous and senseless emotions? She had always been the one dealing the cards. However, she allowed herself to fall victim to fabricated desire. Fraudulent, that's all love was. Just another redundant perception of what she thought her heart needed. The Goddess of Death and love? The two did not befit one another. Years of tormenting the vulnerable, years of getting her way and it all came back to her. Maybe this was a lesson that needed to be learned? Maybe, this was just a rich case of irony. However, Kali was far too adamant to just stop what she's been doing for centuries. In fact, the heart break only drove her to take her fury out onto others even more. A scold which seemed ceaseless contaminated her once fictitious gentle features. Her teeth were bared, like a wild animal finally facing its prey. Nothing but hatred consumed her being right now, and she needed an outlet for it. "You.." She hissed. "You fuckin' tricked me. You fuckin' lied to me." Kali snarled through bared teeth. "You toyed with me and left me to wallow in my own self fuckin' pity! How dare you!" She screeched. "And now you have the audacity to show your face to me? I should rip your spine out!" The Goddess seethed. Adrenaline coursed through her veins like never before. The deity wanted nothing more, than to have the blood of the man before her on her trembling fists.
⏤ ( adeline rudolph. 23. cisfemale + she/her. ) new rome doesn’t wait for anyone, kali holloway, child of nemesis with the power of shadow travel. it must be your third year here because of your crass attitude about classes starting again, but i bet your professors appreciate your adaptable nature in the classroom while you study journalism. after class, you’ll always sacrifice your chicken caesar salad in the dining hall, and if people can’t find you, they should try checking the club eros or by looking for blood-red wine, chunky silver rings, lipstick stains & leather jackets. good luck this year, kali.
“Well i’m sure if he were here he would say something about it.”
"Anybody know where a bitch can get some really good food?"
"Since ya seem to like staring at me so much, you can buy me a drink while you're at it."