#purrsuade

[punishcrimea]

@purrsuade​ said:“ no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers. ”          MORNING AFTER STARTERS

“Selina.“ he groans her name in a quiet whisper, but he doesn’t move much beside adjusting his weight carefully on the side, as his head looks down at the head resting on his shoulder.  After so many years, he thought perhaps either of them would grow tired of this. . .routine of them. But if anything, when he doesn’t have it, he kind of misses it. “You know I have to go to work. My day job.” Meaning CEO of Wayne Enterprises and known philanthropist billionaire.  He drapes his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Will you be gone when I return?” He asks, knowing well he can’t exactly tie her to the bed until he returns (well, perhaps he could, but either alfred would find that scene or she would find a way out).

[qquinntessential]

psych starters! | @purrsuade​​ said: ❝ people have sex and kill each other. that’s the real world. not some magical feelings place. ❞

Arctic gaze is watery as it darts up to the woman beside her, RETREATING quickly before she could notice the tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. The world that is described is something the blonde knows well; she just wishes that she DIDN’T. A shaky sigh drops from between nude lips, her signature scarlet not cutting it for the occasion. Fingers push thin wisps of blonde from her face as her crackling voice makes itself known, her eyes REFUSING to meet SELINA’S.

❝    I know...I was just hopin’ it’d be DIFFERENT this time.    ❞

[qquinntessential]

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[punishcrimea]

@purrsuade​ said:❛ we never talk enough for me to lie to you. too busy taking off our clothes. ❜            JESSICA JONES SENTENCE STARTERS.

“We both know that’s not exactly true.“ Yes, busy taking their clothes off. But she has lied in the past, and so has he and that never stopped them before. Its something he had learned a long time ago.  “You have lied, and I pretended I didn’t know.” Perhaps why their relationship seem to hit a rock every couple of years. 

[quinzotic-archiveiii]

      “   oh ,   did’ja   really   think   the   pain   would   send   me   to   an   early   grave ?   after   all   the   HELL   i   overcame ?   ”

@purrsuade :  the hell i overcame ⏤ bad omens . 

[hitsharderold]

【 @purrsuade​ ➵ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ, sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴜᴘ 】

▌│█║▌║▌║  ➽  Just here to have a nice time in another city. Relax outside of New York but still stay close. Eat some food, sleep in a hotel for a few days, maybe go get fancy for the night and visit the Iceberg Lounge, see a baseball game. But no. Within his first twelve hours of being in Gotham he’s gotten the crap beat out of him an mugged. This place sucks.

                           Clint lays on his side gasping for breath and fumbling to reach out for one of his hearing aids that get dislodged within the first punch. it’s broken. And the other one is struggling. Bastards jumped him. The alley is darker than he was ready for, the hits came quick. His nose is dripping with blood and his wallet is gone. He watched the three of them run toward the end of the alley and can’t find the strength to get to his feet just yet, only prop himself up on one knee and his elbows.  ———    There’s movement in the corner of his eye, suddenly his wallet is in front of his face.

                    He looked up seeing the leather clad hand that was attached to it, further, a very skintight suit and nice eyes. Relief is quick to flood him and he kindly takes back his stolen possession, even if there’s hardly cash in there, just three credit cards and IDs. He’s spitting too much blood to speak and he really doesn't want to without his aids, let’s just hope this kind stranger knows how to sign.

                 Fingers press to lips repeatedly, signing his thanks over and over as his head is still swimming. 

[luthority]

“Magnificent, isn’t it?”

     Luthor sidles up to Selina, his eyes fixated on the positively monumental painting she seems to have taken an interest in. “Charles Le Brun’s ‘Alexander Entering Babylon,’ though I’m quite partial to its other name: ‘The Triumph of Alexander.’ Le Brun considered this, along with three other equally impressive pieces featuring the Macedonian basileus, to be his magnum opus — and I’m inclined to agree.”

     He turns his head to look at Selina as he continues, his eyes now fixated on her. “So it was only natural that the Louvre would be reluctant to part with it, but museum attendance isn’t what it used to be and even the most prestigious institutions are now neglected and woefully underfunded.” The corner of Luthor’s mouth quirks ever so slightly as he adds, “Let’s just say I made them an offer they couldn’t refuse.”

     In one fluid motion, Luthor takes Selina’s hand and kisses the the top of it in greeting. “Thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice, Miss Kyle — and for so graciously indulging me in one of my little hobbies. Though I must admit, I almost didn’t think you’d show; I had assumed your ongoing ‘business’ with Mr. Wayne would have made this meeting a... conflict of interest.”

@purrsuade 💜’d this post for a starter!

[druglcrd-arc]

⋘ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴇʀʀᴏʀ. ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ⋙       ↳ @purrsuade​

︻╦╤─・・・ A terrible pain raked over his brain, rage in physical form of a migraine. Her. The criminal which Bruce never held the rules to. The one who could just do whatever she wanted because the old man was too soft to do anything about it. Still as a panther, eyes locked on her form. Inhuman mask with no expression matched hunched predatory form. This sort of special treatment wasn’t going to fly with him. No. Everyone was held to the same standard. 

                     She didn’t affect him, not the drug or arms trade, nor was she a murderer, there was no reason Hood should take an interest. But years of seeing her get away with everything had built a hate in him, amplified by the death and carnage. Any good memory from younger years was twisted or forgotten. Only raw anger was left under the surface and it radiated from him like an imploding star.

                     ❝ You might not remember me, but I remember you. ❞