#speechbbls

[externalconceit]

@speechbbls with Apocalypse for testing out thread editing!

"A visit from our own thread of Evolution." Or Destruction. The translation as to what Aspect En Sabah Nur represents has been debated over the centuries. (What Shar knows is that his presence is ever a Catalyst.) Her hand shakes slightly--only a moment--as she weaves a fledgling reality into existence between her plump fingers.

(She's a princess with a spindle and the wretched old witch casting curses all at once.)

Her eyes dart up to meet his, then back down to her task. "Pray tell you've come with good intentions."

[leagueraised]

he knows that looming presence anywhere . damian spent years trying not to cower in his shadow , and only now did he truly feel able to stand tall in his presence . " grandfather , " he finally greeted , hands balled into fists at his side as he finally turned to face the man . " i must say that gotham is the last place i expected to see you . "

@speechbbls

[cxpedcrusxder]

@speechbbls sent:

"In our current situation, you are better alive to me than dead, Detective. Therefore sit still and I will tend to your wound." ((I had to tweak one of the memes that caught my eye for Ra's lol))

Fox can't find the meme

          🦇—-;; His instincts are screaming at him to be leery, to be cautious, if only because Ra's has been a serious threat before, one he doesn't wish to underestimate, even now with their current circumstances. Bruce huffs at the words spoken to him, his hand clutching at the wound on his shoulder, if it weren't for the fact he can feel the blood sticking to his skin and the suit, he might have been a bit more resistant to the offer of help, or rather the insistence that he sit still and let the man tend to the wound.

"Fine." He agrees, if only to keep himself from bleeding further and protect the wound from infection that he may get if he leaves it until he can get help elsewhere.

[whampow]

I know we haven't really interacted much, but you seem like a lot of fun. I enjoy your energy.

Hey!! Thank you!! ❤️ I try to be as enthusiastic as possible because I love interacting with everyone and wanna show it

[mamidearcst]

@speechbbls asked - "I think I would recognize my own handiwork." ((Here have a Nathanial))

It was always an… ordeal? Yes, that would work: ordeal - when it came top introducing herself to ‘other’ variants of her creator. Not that she had mind it at all - she’d adored each one as if they had been the Nathaniel that so carefully crafted her. She had patience for his methods and would happily do all she could to quell any doubts. She was his ally - and she was always happy to prove that.

“You will,” she says- not with threat or arrogance but with the knowledge of someone who has been through this song and dance time and time again. “—but I’ll let you tell me how you’d like me to prove that to you. I believe I’ll be able to give you a satisfactory example of me being your work but I believe you’ll find results more authentic if you choose the parameters.”

She carefully clears her throat - “I’m not here to force you to take me in - that’s never my intention. I simply appreciate what it is that Nathaniel, my original Nathaniel, had done for me. I’m not like many of your experiments - I’m loyal and I was raised by another version of you. I also harbor a complete backup of your genetics database and your experimental records in my very DNA.” There’s a cluck of her tongue - before she lets another tell creep through for him. Her skin blanching- the loss of color spilling over dermis like spilled ink. Spreading and overtaking. Her eyes close for a moment - brilliant and red when they open again.

“I don’t brandish the diamond - or not yet, at least. I have several within my person at all times, of course. But… I figure that’s inevitable - everything is Sinister after all, yes?”

[mamidearcst]

@defyxoblivion @esinisex @speechbbls

"... and the happiest of Father's Day to my wonderful creator, Nathaniel and every Nathaniel after him who have given me an unparalleled education, and a purpose. I couldn't ask for a better father. "

[threadpull]

"As a token of good faith--" green clad hand opened upwards to show a small bloom. Ivy looked kept her gaze heavy on the Scarecrow, brow arched slightly as she met him. "--a small sample of what you might make use of for our little deal."

@speechbbls / plotted

Jonathan respects Ivy. He thinks of her as one of the brilliant minds of Gotham. The chance to work with her is not an opportunity he is willing to pass up - if anything, it's feels like more of a boon for him than it is for her.

That said, he doesn't necessarily trust her.

Their meeting makes him feel more optimistic. Settling terms, working out the finer details. And when she offers a sample, he can't help it. He griiiins, something his mask doesn't conceal behind those loose stitches. Perhaps this working relationship is a match made in heaven for him.

He's careful to pluck it from her hand, using his nails. Jonathan knows what happens when coming into contact with her. "It's appreciated," he croons in that smooth, soft voice of his. And, in that strange Scarecrow way he does, he adds in a sing-song: "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat Ivy."

He chuckles, cradling the plant. "I look forward to working with you, my dear. I'll be putting my trust in you and hope you can do the same - as much as our types can. I promise I'm not a lamb." It wouldn't exactly be in his best interest to double-cross her in any form.

[cxpedcrusxder]

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"You always did have a stubborn streak about you." ((Here have a Ra's))

🦇—-;; Bruce is unbothered by the statement, it's not as if it's untrue, but his stubbornness is why he's made it as far as he had. Sure it also had it's downsides, but that was besides the point right now. The detective gives a little, almost inaudible huff, real eyes fixed on the other man, and white lenses narrow slightly, he tilts his head just slightly, only noticeable by the cowl's ears becoming slightly askew.

"Don't sound so disappointed, Ra's." The Bat speaks, his hands flex loosely at his sides out of habit before they curl to keep the action from being repeated again.