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anon: you really do scare kate with the way you write whitney like!! you absolutely get that absolutely creepy and terrifying and powerful woman so well and it does have my stopping to laugh so hard with how easily you come up with fantastic retorts that just has my jaw on the floor. you're amazing!
HONEST OPINIONS // show me what u got
what is wrong with you?
SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES // accepting
“Well that’s not a very nice question to ask somebody.”
Truth is, she doesn’t actually know because she doesn’t believe in quack doctors but she’s sure she’s got something wrong with her.
It’s just easier to blame the men in her life for screwing her up over.
“I’m sure you’re about to tell me, regardless.”
@purplearchcr 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: grabs his hand to try to get him to stop
ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Chest rise and fall. Quickly. The pace picking up. His heart thumps in his chest like a rabbit caught in a snare.
He can't stop scratching He's clawing at his arms absentmindedly. The stress working through him was all consuming. He spirals in his own mind. Desperate to cope with no means of coping. Eyes vacant as he stares at the wall. Thud. Thud. Thud. He feels it even though it happened in the past. Thud. Thud. Thud. Screaming echoes off the walls that are here and he's painfully still except for feverously clawing fingers.
ˢˡᶦᵐ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᶜᵉᵖᵗ. Her hand grabs his and violently Jason recoils. As if she just appeared beside him. A fist snaps up, raised as he stares at her with such hate. Such utter brutality promises by his hand in a haze. Panic and rage in his chest for a moment as his hand grabs hers back in a crushing grip. He's breathing hard. It takes a long few heartbeats.
. . .
Jason stills and looks at her. Hard eyes. Confusion and apologize all in one. He takes a large step away. ❝ Sorry ❞ He didn't notice he broke skin. His arm bleeding in slow bubbling oozes. ❝ I need to leave.❞
@purplearchcr 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: you keep pushing, and i'll push you back.
ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Annoyance was radiating off of him. Though he did not make any moves against her. He kept with his task. ❝ The questions weren't equal. ❞ He huffed his reply. He watched her from his peripherals. Whale eyed and warning. The task kept his mind in the right region. And he tried not to stray from it.
He stood without a shirt. Bandaged side in trade for cooking her dinner. He could not suture his own back and went to one of his only trusted allies. Now he was pan frying her a steak. ❝ Ask a question I'm willing to answer and I'll answer. All I asked you was: Do you want your own identity? ❞
Do you have any other hobbies?
“Hobbies? Oh, of course. Just the typical things, you know… Bathing in the blood of my enemies. Watching the stock trade…”
“…Stamps.”
"Hey, you uh...you busy? I wanna talk."
Maintenance day was overdue, at least he had to miss the last one thanks to the New York needing some saving. It's not the kind of thing that he put off for too long. Equipment needed checking. Weapons, tools, vehicles. Especially anything with chemical components and explosives. That could be life or death or a whole lot of bad injuries if everything he worked with wasn't good anymore or not secure.
Any of his explosives going off too early, without his rigging their impact threshold, if they were too sensitive. Clint always grimaces when someone implies he takes things too lightly, acts as if his equipment wasn't the best thing he's ever taken care of. It's dangerous, he's not foolish, and he's got one handled now.
It's not supposed to be live, but the arrowhead wasn't fitting on properly. So he's got a precision tool in hand, almost alike tweezers as he careful moves the explosive into the correct place for this particular arrowhead design of his.
There's a hesitance to her question, his eyes darts up to her for only a moment. ❝ Uh-oh. ❞ He clips the wiring in the arrowhead to kill the explosive. He was his own definition of busy, yet his attention goes to her nonetheless. Over the years, Clint likes to think he has a pretty good read on his mentee. ❝ Nope, not at all. ❞
Uh and I wanna talk is probably something that needs attention. ❝ Jus' messing around in here, I got time for you. Lemme- ❞ Clint looks around for a towel he had misplaced before giving up on spotting it. He gets up from the stool he had sat himself and pats it for her. ❝ Sit, Katie-Kate, tell me what's up? ❞
@purplearchcr 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: 🫂
ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 He grumbles as he's pulled down and her arms are thrown over his shoulders. He was one of the most dangerous men in the city. He could take down the Justice League, PUT IN MOTION ALL OF THE BAT'S CONTIGENCY PLANS, ROT THE WORLD. Burn everything.
And yet he huffs and slowly returns the action. His face burying in her shoulder. Jason makes no moves to get away, to break this off early. If anything his grip gets tighter and he holds her close.
“ What do you want from me? ”
( … ) do all humans talk this much ? I thought Harley was just annoyingly unique in this flaw . ❝ what , never been fishing ? ❞ vines sprawled , clinging to her legs from the ground and pulling south just to make a point , you're stuck now . ❝ it's called bait . what - you thought you were important enough , that I wanted you ? ❞
