#tragediknight

[intcthatgoodnight-a]

@tragediknight​ / @tuppencetrinkets​     [ sc! ]

          “For fucks sake, Bats. It’s my night off. Something you might want to try sometime. So unless you’re here to stop be from going to drink, you can go be a buzzkill somewhere else.”

[deathfound-a]

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[rubiesintherough]

(( @tragediknight  <3′d for a random muse : drumroll* --- LEANNA ))

     “ Look --- ! “    Both arms swung up in agitation, open hands gesturing at him, almost pleadingly.    “ I’m just asking ya to give me one straight fucking answer here, alright? Just one. Can ya grant me that much, at least? “  

[lycanlead-a]

Is your character religious?

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 suspects that there might be divinities and entities but doesn’t not share popular beliefs. he had prayed for the GODS but the enduring sufferings had led him to believe that whatever voice the GODS were given, they simply cared not for those cried or begged not to bed dragged through hell.

[chokethelight]

“I hate Gotham.”

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[babydxhl]

@tragediknight liked x for a para starter.

Mary knows from experience she doesn’t fear the Bat in the same way many of her fellow rogues do – he’s never hit her, never needed to, and the sight of him brings no terror of flying fists and heavy bruises. But she feels a very particular kind of horror over him. It sits, an ache in her chest, the fear of his judgement. He makes her feel shame, and it’s something she rages against.

Kidnapping the kid had been a stupid choice. A few months of pulling ransom jobs successfully had gone to her head and she’d aimed a little too high, a rich father just a tad too important – people cared for this kid. It makes her hate him more.

She had backed herself into a corner, shoved the kid onto his knees to keep hold of him by the hair. It turns him into her very own human shield, and as Batman takes a step closer the seven-year-old becomes a human shield with a gun to his head.

“Leave me alone,” she snaps, voice harsh and biting. It’s quiet in the apartment building otherwise, and that sends another note of hysteria coursing through her blood – no one left but her. “Either I walk out of here, or you take him back to his daddy in a body bag. Got it?” Her eyes, wide and somehow still accusatory, watch the caped crusader past a head of curls.

[silencexlayxsteadily]

@tragediknight | Bruce

“You already know what my childhood was like. It was a carnival act on a gypsy bandwagon. We moved around too much and we were always playing second fiddle to the dream for mom and dad, both.” She held up two fingers as if that would solidify the image of the both of them. “It wasn’t all bad, granted. But it was far from pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.” She got up the courage to look at him. “And after the house the second time...well, we lost our second parent. So...” She shrugs, feeling a bit buzzed now. Looser. Maybe that was why she couldn’t seem to stop talking. “So, now you wanna hire me to work with the kids in the system here? In an orphanage you’re footing the bill for...? Sure. Hell. Fuck yeah, sign me up. Why not?”

[sinnhelmingrmoved]

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“You know, there’s been a lot said about your city. I’m beginning to think everyone leaves out the part where your people stay out as late as possible. It’s like the whole city is trying to stay out til dawn, even at this party. That, or the time zone difference is finally catching up to me.”