#wearetheleague

[corxunum]

A dive bar in the middle of nowhere seemed like a good place to lay low for the night. Only a few cars were parking in the back, and the next bigger city was a good twenty miles away. The Rooms vacancy sign had been the one thing luring her in really, and after a day of non-stop driving, Liv longed for nothing more than a drink and a halfway decent bed to get a couple more hours before getting back o the road. Being on the run was no fun, but she needed to stop for the night, refuel her tanks. The jukebox was blaring some classic rock song Liv could dig, and she enjoyed her cheap bourbon at the bar when two men approached her from behind and flanked her on both sides, uncomfortably close. 

“I have my drink, so I gotta refuse your offer. Sorry, guys,” she waved them off with a tired but still convincing smile, the key to her room for the night resting between her fingers. The men did not stop their harassing however, up to a point she felt only felt safe when escaping to her room. Liv put a bill on the counter and nodded at the bartender who followed her exit with a worried mien, and she was out the bar not a moment later. 

As expected, the men followed the brunette, and once again closed in on the gravelly parking space. “I told you I´m not interested in company,” she repeated a tad more impatiently, feeling her fingertips tingle. When one of them lunged at her, Liv´s hand shot up to send a fiery beam at his chest and the man ricocheted back and to the ground with a pained howl. “Told ya to leave me alone.” His companion stood frozen but both took to their heels only a few second later. Liv wiped her hand off her leather jacket, glad that was all it had taken to have them back off, when she noticed someone in the not so far distance. A man, and obviously, he had witnessed the whole scene. It was night and the parking lot only dimly lit, but she doubted he could conjure a sensible explanation for what he´d just seen. 

“Whatcha lookin´ at, huh?”

Closed starter for @we-are-the-league​ based on this. 

[kiillerthighs]

@we-are-the-league​ liked one liner thing ♦

❛ I'm sorry, what didja say AGAIN? ❜

[badclown]

closed starter for @we-are-the-league​ (crane)

She had considered meeting the doctor at Feste, but that seemed too much like a home advantage. Besides, if he went rogue and brought toxin with him, that would have been a disaster that she’d rather not deal with. Not to mention that a no man’s land offered a neutral tone, and that was something she wanted to establish from the onset. This wasn’t about one vs the other, no flexing and no egos. This was about Gotham, about their mutual interests. 

Instead, she’d selected an abandoned factory not far from the harbor. In fact, she could still hear the water and the cry of the gulls from where she stool (although it was much quieter in the night than during the day). The distant ring of a ship’s bell echoed across the water, and Joker lifted a bedecked wrist to check the time. She had put nine o’clock on her invitation, but who knew what the good doctor was up to at this time of night?? Probably taking notes on a clipboard about the nature of human suffering. 

Joker heard Crane before she saw him, the soft scuffing of his shoes on the dusty concrete floor. A sickly yellow hue leaked into her peripheral vision the closer he got until the brick walls around them looked like a darker shade of mustard to her. “DOCter Crane. Good of you to MAKE IT.” A metallic smile. 

[erinmicklow]

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[corxunum]

@we-are-the-league cont. from here.

It was still a little add, their little arrangement, though it never felt uncomfortable to Dee. Just… unusual. Her hand came up to softly rest against Rick´s cheek, while the other never lost contact with Bane´s thigh. “No use living in the past, right?” Dee chuckled, canted her head right to look at him with a deep fondness in her eyes. “I would love to go for a walk, actually touch some grass or smell a flower again,” she sighed. Dee was missing nature, her cultivated roses. Then, she slowly rose from her seat to walk over to Bane. From behind, she slung her arms around him, and rested her head to his. 

“A movie sounds great too. Maybe we can pick up something to eat for all three of us as well?” It was important to her to show both men an equal amount of affection. While she might have known Bane longer and more intimately than Rick Flag,  it felt like the man seeming like a brute to many, might feel he was lacking when it came to their relation. There were things Bane was not able to provide, like joining them in public, that much was true, but Delilah would never make him feel less wanted for it. 

“We will be back in a little while,” she aspirated against his ear and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his head before walking back up to Flag. Without any hesitation she took his hand, smiling up at the man towering over the small redhead. “Let´s go, commander.”

[kiillerthighs]

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❛ What is this PLACE? ❜

[badclown]

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"The toxin is having- new- effects. You mind coming over?" the voice on the other end was deeper than usual, rougher.

Men were always so pathetically helpless. How many times a week did he accidentally dose himself with a new strain or variant of something he was working on?? If they kept track, she could make him reimburse the gas it took to get across town just to jam a needle into him. Not that she minded the needle part-- that was her favorite. Joker never missed an opportunity to stab someone. That said, this was getting ridiculous. He was supposed to be an investment, not a liability. What was the use in investing in someone who was always two steps away from accidentally killing himself?? Although... now that she thought about it, Crane was rather brilliant when it came to his work. She doubted he was actually this careless in practice, so perhaps it was something else.

"Jonathan," she asks, her voice low and neutral, "have you been DOSING yerself on PURPOSE 'cause ya LIKE IT when I STAB YA?? 'Cause if that's the CASE, all ya gotta do is ASK."

[badclown]

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Her hands came to rest on the headboard, first to steady herself and then just for something to hold on to. His mouth was so warm against her that it drew a low exhale, almost a growl. The only downside to sitting on his face was that she couldn't see the look on it while he worked. Instead, she would just have to imagine how he must look underneath her, his mouth and tongue on her, his face smeared with her arousal. Her hips began to rock slightly with his motions, a nearly unconscious movement on her part. She reached one hand down to slide fingers into his hair before making a fist and using the leverage to press herself harder against his mouth. Her breathing was starting to speed up, her exhales sharper and more clipped. The room around them had changed from the yellow to a deep, rich purple and it was almost all she could see.