#ladyofthespade

[soleiltm]

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❛ It was a fool proof plan! It just had a few hiccups, that‘s all. ❜

[old-sun-god]

@ladyofthespade​

Aiden runs through the facility at top speed. As he passes through doors and hallways, uncomfortable memories spring to his mind. But he pushes them down as best he can, he’s on a mission.

Of course the one night, the one night he has to take care of something else she gets taken. Well he would be damned if he let those bastards do to her what they did to him.

His black trench coat flaps behind him as he pushes through doors. They must be keeping her somewhere? Two guards round the corner, but two shots from Aiden keeps them from being any trouble as he flies past them.

There’s a door on his left that says ‘Holding Cells’. This must be it. With a bang he enters the corridor and frantically looks around. A sound can be heard from one towards the end and he quickly goes to it.

“Ro? It’s me, I’m getting you out of here.”

[bigidiotenergytm]

how long has it been, since you’ve heard the POUNDING of knocks against your castle doors? it wasn’t something he was expecting. he slowly walks up to the large doors of the castle. what in this world would be at his door in a middle of a STORM like this? if not for the distinct sound, he would have mistaken the knocking for the rumbling thunder outside.

it’s usually quiet inside the castle. not a soul lives here. not anything but him, at least. but he’s not much of a soul. NOT ANYMORE. the only noise there is is the rain against the windows and roof. he opens one of the mighty doors with a simple gesture of his hand. the automatically open in response to him. there, he SEES HER. a woman on the porch. the blood running through her hits his nose, causing him to straighten his back.

❛ ... why have you come here? ❜

@ladyofthespade​

[adrenalinesaint]

There are risks involved in any endeavor into chemistry which is truly worthwhile. Meth labs, for instance, explode all the time when their chemists are poorly attentive or do not operate correctly. Let’s say those meth chemists were getting high on their own supply, for instance. They simply don’t have the mental fortitude to prevent something like an explosion...

All right, it’s not meth, but it explodes all the same. And the reason for the initial blaze? The same.

Dr. Jonathan Crane comes staggering out of a burning building only to find an expensive car awaiting him on the side of the road. Ugh. Figures. Eyes everywhere.

“I see you’ve... observed the unfortunate failure of our latest financial venture.”

@ladyofthespade​

[archived-brokentoys]

@ladyofthespade​ / cont.

Although Edward may bitch & moan often, he did not actually expect her to give him a kiss. Not just a peck, but a real kiss -- & not just that, but to give him one in such an extravagant manner -- taking control of him. Edward, to say, was very satisfied with this one. He closed his eyes & allowed himself to melt into the kiss, humming softly.

But even after the kiss had finished, he reviewed her with wide eyes; in awe.

[atrickofthetoxin-a]

@ladyofthespade​ : "Fuck you Dad! This is my apartment and I'll do what I want!"

“If I’m your father, then that gives me the power to...” He stops and tries to think of a childhood punishment that didn’t come straight from a horror movie. “....ground...you...? Yes. You’re grounded.”

[doctorharley-md]

@ladyofthespade​ said:  “ no, you ARE strong. ”                                                                  from phrases that hit you where it hurts

At first, Rosemary only got an eye roll and a huff that was doing it’s best to disguise the shake in her voice. “Not strong enough.” She’d blame it on the alcohol, this uncharacteristic moroseness. A certain number of drinks in - and she hadn’t been counting - Harley tended to shift from the life of the party towards reflectively miserable. Maybe if she was more drunk - Harley searched the table for a glass that had something in it, and came up with a shot of an unknown liquid, which she downed inelegantly before even attempting to make eye contact with Rosemary.

Her eyes were glassy, but that too could be blamed on something she’d ingested over the course of the evening. “If I was str-...strong enough, I woulda killed him...already.” A flicker of annoyance crossed her face as she drunkenly pushed through the words, clearly still looking for them even as they were coming out of her mouth. “But I...can’t.” She desperately hoped she wasn’t about to cry, but some part of Harley’s brain knew every extra moment she spent thinking about the Joker was hit or miss. “He still gets...whatever he wants. But he deserves- deserves to be dead. Everybody... everybody says so.” The forcefully careless lilt in her voice faltered. Harley clenched her jaw and cleared her throat. But what she said next was almost at a whisper. “I should do that... but sometimes... Sometimes I’m not even sure I wouldn’t...go back if he asked. Sometimes I don’t know... and I can’t... Ain’t that just the shittiest thing?”

[the-bctman]

@ladyofthespade​:

Bruce thumbed the card Rosemary had left at the front porch the day earlier. His eyes scanned the address over and over again. The Spade was right in front of him that night, and he had no idea. He looked up at the store’s front door and shook his head. He unlocked his seat belt, and exited his vehicle. As he approached the entrance, he pressed a button on his key to lock his car.

Bruce gripped the handle and pushed the door open. As his foot entered the building, the ringing of a bell could be heard, alerting the man at the counter. Bruce smiled softly. “Hi,” he greeted. “I’m here for a fitting. My name is Bruce Wayne.”