#worldsokayestdad

[bcywonder]

@worldsokayestdad | starter call

"you ever heard of a guy called sable vex?" dick is lounged on the couch in bruce's office, phone in his hand, arm in a sling, leg in a cast. he has been summarily benched, which means he's been going stir crazy for the better part of the whole time he's been awake and relatively lucid since he took a lovely little tumble out of a third storey window.

anyway - sable vex. "stupid name, i know, but apparently he has this ability to - get this - cause confusion in his adversaries. very stupid, bruce. but it's working! he's broken into like five banks and gotten away with it because he's just confused his way out of it."

[crimel0rd]

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 His heart is thumping hard in his chest. Excitement. Adrenaline. His whole life was dedicated to being able to beat one man. To crumble everything he built. Hood would dissemble the entire watchtower if it meant he could have microbe of Batman's full attention. The cowl drops and Hood's programming stutters. ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.

❝ 「 No .」 ❞ He didn't want it like this. This isn't what he planned out. Is he waiting for Hood to make the first move? Why? What was this tactic? ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.

Everything was running on his tempo. He was controlling the game. Gang wars, the amount of firearms coming into the city, his control. He was blowing up cargo ships of drugs just to drive up prices because he could. This was his city. ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.

Jason waivered slightly, unsure. THEN ANGRY. Angry because he was unsure. Bruce was evil. Bruce LIED. A poison. A creature that hurt everything that came close. He didn't care about anything but the mission. ᴴᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʰᵘʳᵗˢ.

❝ 「 FIGHT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT.」 ❞

@worldsokayestdad

[xoline]

❛ and i’m supposed to believe you? ❜

THE BLACKLIST PROMPTS    ///.  (  @worldsokayestdad )

❝  Belief  is  for  rich  kids  who  still  think  Santa  checks  the  good  neighborhoods  first, ❞   𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃,  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇  &  𝐍𝐎  𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.  Malice  coated  in  mirth  as  her  words  dug  like  a  blade.  Stabbing  things  had  always  been  her  favourite  hobby,  &  what's  more  entertaining  than  taking  cheap  shots  at  the  '  billionaire  '  whom  Gotham  loved  to  infantilize?  She  wondered  if  tragedy  made  him  think  he  could  relate  to  them  ────  the  city  he  pretends  to  meet  on  equal  footing,  to  empathize  with  those  below.  Men  like  him  always  mistook  one  accident  for  divine  destiny,  ❝  unless  you're  Gotham's  favourite  orphan,  of  course.  ❞ 

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒,  𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐀𝐈𝐑  ────  people  never  change.  The  need  for  a  spectacle  burns  in  the  hungry  eyes  of  those  who  had  greedily  extended  an  invitation  to  PUNCHLINE.  Low  ratings  on  their  part,  definitely  (  since  when  has  Good  Evening  Gotham  been  relevant  in  the  last  decade?  ).  She'd  been  magnanimous  in  accepting  the  offer.  They  were  smart  enough  to  leave  out  '  Harley's  replacement  '  &  '  Joker's  ex  '  angle.  Besides,  she  had  her  own  game  to  play;  the  backstage  suite  prepared  for  her  wasn't  bad  by  her  standards,  but  it's  nothing  compared  to  the  luxury  she'd  bathed  in  during  Joker's  war  using  that  man's  money.  The  makeup  room's  bright  lights  left  little  darkness  for  brooding  men  to  sneak  in  from.  That  must  grind  his  gears.  Biting  her  lip,  she  turned  around,  facing  the  mirror  &  trying  not  to  laugh  straight  in  his  face.

❝  What  are  you  so  afraid  of  that  it's  bad  enough  to  sneak  in  here,  Mr.  Wayne?  ────  scared  I'm  going  to  start  a  podcast?  ❞   Oh  wait.  That  era  had  come  &  gone.  The  selective  framing  of  her  investigative  journalism  on  Joker's  violence  had  won  her  over  half  the  city's  apathetic  sheep;  those  who  sought  meaning  in  the  meaningless,  those  who  thought  like  her  in  perhaps  a  fraction  of  her  brilliance,  but  were  too  cowardly  to  possess  even  a  smidgen  of  ambition  in  their  bones.  Completely  worthless  as  tools,  but  useful  as  audience  pieces.  Sit  &  watch  &  comment  &  doomscroll  &  continue  having  faith  in  her:  It  can  get  a  lot  worse,  &  it  will,  because  this  world  is  a  joke.  Smugness  drips  from  every  word,  head  tilting  in  mock  pity. 

❝   No,  what  you're  really  scared  of  is  my  voice  ──  Gotham  invited  me  to  a  talk  show  &  now  you're  worried  about  your  city  handing  me  the  mic,  that  right?   ❞ 

────  Gonna  make  another  donation  about  it?

[fifthimpact]

@worldsokayestdad : wait till you see his Lego Gotham 🥰

selina kyle , catwoman , taking pictures of bruce's lego gotham because she supports her giant brick - shithouse of a weirdo and all his toys. NOT PICTURED : the lego black cat she has in her own apartment because of course they both have lego sets

[red1es]

“do you remember?”

Elias remembers Batman. Or rather, he knows who Batman is. It's hard to mistake Batman for anyone else given the animal symbol on his chest and pointed ears. He doesn't remember why he is with Batman though. Does he know Batman personally or did the vigilante save him? His muscles ache and his heart burns... Subtle affects that hint at him dying and coming back to life recently. Rubbing the exhaustion from his hazel eyes with the palm of his hands, he pushes himself up into a sitting position. He's in some sort of medical area, but it doesn't look like a regular hospital. Where the hell is he? "I don't remember much after it happens," Elias confesses. "I come back, but I forget after. Sorry, I probably can't help you with whatever you're investigating."

[stolenparticles]

bruce dont look either !!!

[1defense]

WHAT IF : harvey was in charge ? @worldsokayestdad

Harvey was never good at acting. He felt everything so truthfully, so fiercely and thoroughly, whatever was in was always shown on the out. Especially his anger. But when he wasn't angry, when he was more worried or perhaps content, it was hard to fake the hate he knew was buried within.

But he had been good, he had been good, HE HAD BEEN GOOD. He would not let Scarecrow take that victory from him. The sight in the mirror, the golden mask's reflection, it was all changed by a lie. Harvey placed the mask in a nearby drawer and climbed the metal fire escape to his roof. He knew who would be waiting.

"Whoever it is won't take off the mask." A bit unfair, if you were to ask Harvey. But the Arkham | Knight didn't ask, he commanded. No give, only take. "I don't think he believes Two | Face is in charge." Harvey won't stop taking the medicine. He's even hidden it for good measure. He's afraid of what would happen if they found the pills and took them. "He doesn't tell us shit, either. I'm no help to you, B."

[yourdisco]

the night was young , the parisian skyline was glittering with shades of whites , yellows and oranges . the seine shimmers beneath a collection of bridges that crossed it carefully , reflecting historic monuments across still waters .

he had spent his afternoon collecting information from his informants ; encryption codes to unlock secure communications from the french government . he leans on the balustrade overlooking the body of water , a solitary moment where he finds himself thinking of daniel .

monty was statue-esque , dressed to blend into the nightlife of the city . he did not dare draw attention to himself , his fingers clasped together as elbows brushed against rough stony sedimented walls . his eyes shifted from vibrant green to a deeper hazel as they moved to a figure nearby . . . someone was watching him . he didn't care . simply nodding his head in the observers direction , he remained silent yet bold .

@worldsokayestdad liked for a starter from MONTAGUE STERLING .