#thecaeselesssecret

[espionagex]

⁇ ☎

⁇ for a drunk text

[TEXT] wuhts the nubmer for 911? I just ate pizza adn mustard imndying

Send ☎ for a rushed text

[TEXT] I can’t talk now. Someone is here.

[espionagex]

"What made you want to become a detective? A bit sudden now, is it not?"

"A..bit sudden? I have been a detective for over five months. I am..reformed."

[espionagex]

Trick or Treat!

-Leans in to the fairer sex and presses a chaste kiss to her cheek.- Happy Halloween, dear.

[espionagex]

Don't chase the rabbit.

It was a nightmare unlike any other. It was different each time but one thing stayed the same; Batman. His presence was always noted in this nightmare; how his gloved fingers wrapped around his neck, how heavy legs would pin him by his shoulders over the ledge of a tall building near the waterfront of Gotham. Threatening to shove him into the inky, freeze waters below. 

He would scream.

Scream like a child ripped from the warmth and comfort of it’s mother’s bosom and into the cold, uncaring grasp of someone unfamiliar. In another instant, he was awake and clutching the duvet to his heaving chest. No Batman, no water. 

His head hit the soft pillows once more, and he fell back to sleep. Eventually.