Aug 8, 2014
I'm commandeering your dog. Figured I should warn you.
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I'm commandeering your dog. Figured I should warn you.
John wears the cowl for much longer than he does the cape. He's got his own reasons.
The first time he meets the Commissioner on the MCU rooftop, Jim is already telling him he looks shorter than "he" used to. John tries changing his voice, but he doesn't think he'd convince one of the boys at St. Swithins.
Of course, like a good mentor, Gordon keeps his chuckles to himself.
♫ Tagged by armtecharchangel (why you...)
You can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod/iPhone/iTunes/media player and write down the first 10 songs. Then pass this onto 10 people. IMPORTANT NOTE: MAKE YOUR OWN POST OF THIS! PLEASE! One rule: No skipping!
Peter Davison, "Towards The Flow"
Martin O'Donnell and Michael Salvatori, "Bits and Pieces"
Beirut, "My Night With The Prostitute From Marseille"
Jessica Lea Mayfield, "Blue Skies Again"
Kosemura Akira, "Guitar"
Ashrae Fax, "Pointbreak"
Kino Makoto, "Lovely Yell"
The Republic Tigers, "Buildings & Mountains"
Stars Of Track And Field, "U.S. Mile 5"
Candan Erçetin, "Melek"
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Meme: Put a ‘♫’ in my askbox and I’ll give you a three song playlist for our characters relationship.
Ray Cooper, "The Dark Days Are Over"Now the dark days are overDarling believe me they're overLeave them behindWe've wandered so long in the shadows of night Believe me, the dark days are gone.
The Pierces, "Secret"Why, when do, our darkest deeds do we tell?They burn in our brains, become a living hellBecause everybody tellsEverybody tells.
Duran Duran, "Ordinary World"Papers in the roadsideTell of suffering and greed.Here today, forgot tomorrow...Here, besides the newsOf holy war and holy needOurs is just a little sorrowed talk...
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That is a little creepy.
I guess it is, a little. But it seems harmless.
Training Day
As if Harleen needed a reason to knock first, they were married after all and had been for the better half of a year.
Chuckling, Jim leaned back in his chair, hands on the rests, and looked up at his wife, the way she seemed very innocent about a lot of things, naive maybe even a little.
At least —that was to say— this part of her.
"If you want to learn, I’ll teach you, but that’s only if you want."
Harleen began to breathe easier at the sound of his laugh. She shut the door behind her and then leaned back against it, staring at him from the other side of his office. There was a slight smile on her face at seeing Jim's amusement.
She knew she could be ridiculous and impulsive at times, and downright childish, but Jim had always been patient with her, before they started dating, and more so after. He'd been incredibly accepting of her, including her alters, and she knew they'd come to be accepting of him. Harley most of all.
She sighed and then chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about his words. Was she really sure? What difference would it make if Jim did teach her how to handle a weapon? Would she ever dare to pick one up in a life and death situation?
Would Harley or the other?
She'd come through the war that Bane's liberation had caused without resorting to the use of a gun. At least, with her using one. She didn't think her alters had used one. Harleen and Harley and the other...they all knew several, no, too many ways to hurt a person.
"Only if I want," she echoed.
Darts, playing cards, syringes, scalpels, batons...shouldn't that be enough?
She was still a doctor. She still believed in and tried to uphold the Hippocratic Oath. Guns...did nothing but kill. All she knew from guns in her life was death.
"Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at G-d."
She'd said it aloud. Harleen walked over to her husband's desk and leaned across it to look him in the eyes. "I'm sure. I...have to do this. It's now or never. And probably better now."
