#mistresssofmagic

[yellowbolt-blog]

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Hey, babe. How about the two of us make some magic happen over dinner tonight? -winks-

[borntobecenterstage-blog]

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Zatanna, always good to see you.

[youngbirdwithoutwings-blog]

Tag a quality blog, you’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! :3

Ooc; Oh my dear god. Come here and let me love you, now!

[fear-is-my-business-blog]

@mistresssofmagic

Crane came out of dark, seemingly closed down, apartment building on a rather shady part of town, mask over his head. He only made it a good foot or two outside the door before his hand rose to grasp his rag-like mask before he shoved it deep into the suit he wore. For a moment, he stood there, deeply inhaling the musty air of Gotham, smooth his unkempt hair back with one pale hand, before promptly turning on his heals and making his way swiftly down the street.

It seemed the doctor and one of his clients had had a disagreement. It was one of the goons who had agreed to help Crane ship the toxins in.. He must have had been getting cold feet over the whole situation or something of that sort.. Or perhaps he was just trying to bribe the doctor, but earlier that day, he approached Crane in his office, demanding that he meet him at that address alone. So, he did. The scum went on and on about how he was doing too much for too little. He demanded more or he said he would report the doctor. That is went Crane lost his cool.

He pulled his mask over head and sprayed the man, allowing him to collapse, howling at all the hallucinations that the toxins brought when Crane left the building. The screams had gotten quieter, but not disappeared completely.. He needed to get as far away from them as possible. He didn't want to be questions. In about an hour and would give the police and 'anonymous tip' that a mad man could be heard screaming from the buildings and then this criminal would be brought to Arkham and locked away in a padded cell.

For now though, Crane's main concern was just getting away.