#sherevival

[grawl1x]

the batfamily always knows when bruce and selina are broken up because bruce will put king of wishful thinking by go west on repeat and mope around his mansion for at minimum a week.

[ataviisms]

@sherevival said i'm not inside my own body.

this is the most vulnerable cheetah has ever been since she'd returned. curled in on herself, trembling. waylon knows all too well what that feeling is like --- nights kept awake with his own skin crawling, scales growing in, muscle and bone tearing and breaking and becoming something else. he knows what it's like to look in a mirror and see a monster staring back; feeling yourself disconnect completely from what you've become.

his palms itch. he wants to reach out, wants to try to comfort her as best he can. but his past experiences with her tell him it probably wouldn't be welcomed the way he wants it to be. so instead he has to content himself with crouching down next to her, still some distance between them, tail swishing slow and heavy over the ground. he doesn't look at her because he doesn't think that would be welcomed either, but he does turn his head towards her. just a little.

" i'm here if you want--- " comfort. to talk. to cry. anything. the words go unsaid; he only lets out a quiet rumble of sound meant to be as soothing as it can. " if you need me. " barbara.

notes on an execution --- accepting

[grawl1x]

     the heady combination of osmanthus and jasmine heralds her arrival. it's soon tainted by the tangy scent of blood as the arm attached to the hand training a gun on @sherevival suddenly snaps and twists, causing the offending weapon to drop onto the pavement; the meat sack opens his mouth to scream, but barely manages a whimper as several thorny vines of force their way down his throat.

     poison ivy has the courtesy to completely engulf the man's convulsing body in verdure before tearing him apart, though it does little to spare selina from the wet squelch his flesh makes.

" batman's favorite pussycat is in trouble, yet he's nowhere to be found? " she muses aloud, dragging her fingers down a gnarled, blood-stained vine as though it were a delicate rose petal, bringing the ichor to her lips. she hums in satisfaction, though her eyes are still dark with appetite as she looks at catwoman.

" you must've really broken his heart this time, selina. "

[imperiouslex]

     A collective bout of laughter draws my attention, and I see a group of women walking away from my plus one. I excuse myself from the conversation (it wasn't particularly interesting, anyway) and calmly head towards her, retrieving two glasses of champagne from a member of the waitstaff along the way. One of the women, Sienna Wyatt, notices that I happen to be walking towards her and smiles. I maintain eye contact and smile back.

     Sienna lifts her hand as if anticipating to take one of the glasses. I drop my charming smile just as I reach her and adjust my gait, brushing past her as I continue on to my actual target. She calls out my name, clearly confused and offended, but I ignore her. Her attempts to get my attention have always been especially annoying.

" Miss Teschmacher. "

     I sidle up next to @sherevival, offering her champagne; she looks like she could use it. Perhaps I shouldn't have invited her to such an exclusive event so soon, but if she's going to stick around, then she needs to learn how to navigate such situations. " I see you have been busy making friends... would you like to tell me about them? "

[grawl1x]

     slivers of moonlight manage to pierce the veil of gotham's grimy night sky. they reflect off the jewel in brilliant but haphazard scintillations with every tumble and vault from rooftop to rooftop, as if daring him to chase after it. and chase he does.

     he matches her sprint for sprint, leap for leap, and fall for fall. their unspoken game stretches across the upper east side, and seems to be heading towards the narrows—increasing the likelihood that he would lose the jewel to the maze-like underbelly of the city.

     he would lose her.

     when she jumps to the next building, he appears to fall short of the momentum needed to make the landing and drops down towards the streets below. that little mistake may have just cost him this round of their never-ending game; so long as she maintains current pace, there's no way he'll be able to catch up to her... unless it wasn't a mistake at all, but a determined endeavor.

     as she's about to reach the end of the roof, a grappling hook and wire shoots out from somewhere beneath the building and he surges into the air, cape fanning out in an impressive silhouette just before he lands in front of her. he takes a chance and reaches out—not for the jewel, still glittering in the moonlight, but for @sherevival.

" cat. "

     the bat places a gloved hand on the curve of her waist. when she doesn't discourage him, he leans in close enough that she can feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.

" you've had your fun. now it's time to return what you stole. "

[imperiouslex]

     they stroll down the promenade of new troy's high-end shopping district together, eve swinging their arms to and fro with just enough bubbly enthusiasm so as to not annoy him. behind the couple obediently trails ultraman, who's carrying enough shopping bags and boxes that his masked face is obscured by a wall of pastels and tissue paper. could Lex have had half the goods delivered to eve's apartment and the other half to her suite at his penthouse? of course, but he finds this far more amusing.

     Lex casts a cursory glance at his rolex, noting the time. " eve, it's nearly two. where would you like to have lunch? le pavillion is close, if you're in the mood for french; nobu seventy two if you'd like japanese; and there's always walch's... "

     each one requires a reservation made in advance, preferably a few weeks in advance, but he is Lex Luthor—they will make an exception if he requests it. he stops (as does ultraman) and pulls eve towards him in an almost playful manner.

" you decide; today's your day. "

     (when the world operates the way Lex wants it to, everything is wonderful.)

@sherevival (eve teschmacher) 💚

[ataviisms]

Cheetah considers but for a moment before calling him by his name, alright. His true name. "Killer Croc."

Call my muse by their full name, see how they respond. --- not accepting

the first lesson life had taught him was not to flinch. flinching always made things worse. and he'd figured out long ago that lesson held true for dealing with cheetah as well. flinching only spurred her cruelty; she got some kind of sick satisfaction out of making others squirm. making him squirm. so he'd learned not to give her the pleasure of it, no matter how hard she tried.

he keeps his back to @sherevival at the sound of his moniker. there's no defensive hunch of his shoulders, no turn of his massive head. only the slow sweep of his tail serves to show that he had heard her. silence sits between them for a moment or two, hanging in the stillness of the air.

finally, he lets out a low, wordless growl. only she can decide if it means irritation or acceptance of the title.

[bdazzled-a]

" if you don't let me dress you for that thing next week, i might sue for emotional damages. " she's only half-teasing. " i've got just the dress in mind, too. from my latest collection. "

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