#tyrantofgotham

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                    she’s resigned herself to dying.  at least diana thinks this is what DYING feels like.  there’s certainly a lot of blood.  the beast had torn and clawed at her skin like it was nothing.  deep wounds that her advanced healing tried DESPERATELY to close.  a desperate breath that concealed the barest whimper.  diana had barely made a sound –– nothing to show just how much PAIN SHE WAS IN.  she wasn’t sure she had the strength to scream.

                    her right arm was useless,  understandable since it had been recently taken the brunt of the creature’s attacks.    (  diana had made sure to punch out the offending teeth with her good arm  ).  not that that mattered much now,  considering she was bleeding to death a mere ten feet from the slain beast.  her sword had pierced its eye,  payback for its claws plunging deeply into the flesh of her back and scraping bone.

                    which was how he found her –– of course it would be him.  slumped heaving against a conveniently placed wall,  a pool of blood developing around her.  from which wound it was coming from was anyone’s guess.  eyelids flutter,  revealing bloodshot azure eyes  before even that becomes too much of an effort.

                    WEARY VOICE with centuries of exhaustion breaks past pale lips,  somehow managing a smile,  or as close to a smile as she can manage.  it probably looks HORRENDOUS.  not that diana cares,  she’s past caring.  caring was for people who hadn’t just fought off some terrifying hel beast.          ❛  you’re a bit late.  i could have used your moral support or a cheer squad.  so are you going to help me up?  i would rather bleed out somewhere more comfortable.  ❜

FOLLOW THE BLOOD TRAIL  //  ACCEPTING

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tyrant-of-gotham has discovered fear

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“I can understand why every time the city is pumped with gas and toxins that causes hallucinations that you would blame me but…” Jonathan shrugged, rising from where he was sitting. “This time around I am innocent.” A smirk on his lips, he blinked his icy blue eyes a few times. He knew the ‘dark knight’ wouldn’t believe him– it was quite obvious. He wasn’t the ‘believing’ type from what he remembered. That was for sure.

“I can prove it too if you really wish for it Mr Vigilante.” He took his mp3 player out of his pocket, pausing the song that was playing and taking out the one headphone in his ear before setting it on the table.

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🙋 - ( any head-canon you deem fit )

out. these are headcanons pertaining to justice league beyond.

staying in the world of the justice lords certainly affected diana negatively. she’s more jaded and sees an enemy in almost everyone, especially superman. she can’t look him in the eye anymore without seeing his justice lord counterpart and remembering all he put her through. 

she got that scar on her eye from a pretty regular fight, but she had gotten distracted. and justice lord superman was no help. it was a blade, quite a large one that left quite a large cut along her face. it was never able to heal all the way. 

diana constantly has nightmares of HERSELF killing batman, of course it doesnt help that it was her double that did it, but when she dreams – she can almost feel herself doing it. she wont tell anyone about them, especially not bruce.

make me write headcanons // accepting

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“Wayne?” Terry called out as he walked down the stone steps of the cave. He knew the old man was somewhere down here. He almost always was. “I got your medicine and the tools you wanted. Are you down here?”

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  “Ghhhk---!!! Hey, you can LET GO now -- I’m on your side, asshole!--” Cole grunted, hands pulling helplessly at the other’s and his feet thrashing. “Kinda can’t HELP when you’re STRANGLING ME to DEATH!” 

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“---Yes.” Wow, her mom should be turning on her grave by her non-existent lying skill. Honestly, Helena excels at lying. She is good at it, but somehow, she had never been able to convince her father. Blue eyes flicker toward the computer and nod again. That’s it, until the infamous cane hit her sheets, her whole body tenses. “Fine. I wasn’t studying. I was going out, just for a couple of hours.” He should know what she means, most parents would be worried about their children going out to clubs and parties. But Bruce? Her daughter’s desire to be a vigilante. “Don’t be mad.”