#viqilantis

[leagueraised]

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen

there's an anger , one that always seems to be bubbling near the surface . he can always feel the pressure building , threatening to explode ; and today seems like it just might be the day .

" what do you care ? " he hisses before he can stop himself , green eyes narrowed and full of anger and hurt . hands balled into fists at his side , he pushes past his father and stomps towards the door . he doesn't know where he's going , but he needs to go needs to get out ; or else he's going to say something he'll really regret . " if you have a problem with my actions , just send me back to mother like you did before . "

[darlingrat]

@viqilantis ════ ゛ starter call ! ˎˊ˗

she must have looked at herself in the mirror a dozen times in the last twenty minutes. a dozen and one now, since she looks. again. deep, deep breath.

odette couldn't help it. she wasn't made for events such as this one. no matter how many they attended together, each continued to feel like the first.

she fixes a wispy curl, purses lips tight as she reapplies lipstick for what was the third time. she's nervous, okay? it never quite felt right for her to be involved in high society galas - even if bruce insisted otherwise.

he was being monumentally patient with her. he never once complained about just how long it took her to get ready; how much time she cost them, how many times she'd step away from the doorway to adjust something or other. ❝ could'ja zip 'dis dress? ❞ back is turned to allow him access to the zipper, her fidgeting growing more obvious the closer he drew. ❝ do I look ridiculous? I always worry I look ridiculous, y'know? I dunno. ❞ she looks to their reflections. ❝ i don't wanna' embarrass you. ❞

[f0lklores]

@viqilantis liked ! 

❝ claaaaarrrrrrk . . . kennnnnnttt . . . ❞ punctuated sharply with the tip of dagger - like tongue while dark hues scan a paper from the daily . . . planet ? held before his face, obscuring it completely. jagged smile twitches. ❝ this fella sure writes about ya' a lot fer' bein' a city over . . . oh, the, uh, the – super - guy, too. ❞ he licks cracked lips, slaps the newspaper into his lap, looking utterly scandalized. ❝ between you ‘n me, bats, i think he’s got a type. ❞ his smirk resembles a bloody gash wound.

[capedesires]

❛  you’re gonna come for me later ?  ❜ 🫢

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂.

bruce always has away of catching clark off guard, even though he knows the man like the veins & tendons in his own hand. not with how he'd trailed up & under clark's pant leg with the toe of his pristine leather shoe – multiple times – no, clark was used to their games of footsie under desks & table tops ; rather, then, how he'd caged clark against the bathroom sink shortly after the reporter had excused himself from the meeting room. 

he's not not hard, but he's not fully erect, either. bruce's low whisper in clark's ear, chest against his back, & hand palming him through his slacks sure as hell isn't helping, though. clark swallows, nods. ❝ shit. y - yes. ❞ were his grip any tighter, porcelain would crack.

[leagueraised]

the movement had been involuntary . his father reaching for him , followed by damian's instinctual sharp movement away from him . " sorry , " damian started , shifting uncomfortably under bruce's gaze as he did everything in his power to avoid meeting it . " i didn't mean to flinch . "

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[sn1ktt]

short starter for @viqilantis !!

“  you  get  the  best  of  my  love …  i  promise .  ”

[cosmiqle]

           one - liner starter. | @viqilantis

“ and ... she's looking like a zombie, in her off white. ”

[gotham1ght]

04 . a goodnight kiss + forehead ( for robin!jason bc bruce loves his sONS. )

Jason was temporarily benched from patrol due to breaking his wrist. It's healing fine enough but you can't exactly punch bad guys with a broken wrist without re-breaking it. Brown eyes slowly blink at the feeling of lips against his forehead. He had been in limbo, not quite asleep and not quite awake when his father crept in to say goodnight. With a poorly muffled yawn he reaches up upon instinct, arms curling around Bruce's torso as the man leans over him. For a moment he doesn't say anything and just clings to Bruce like a sleepy, touch starved octopus. After a beat of silence he murmurs, "are you just getting back, Dad?"