( 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 ) ℑ 𝔞𝔪

BOMBSHELL RED-LIPPED CRUSADER. BLACKENED COWL OF JUSTICE. SOLDIER TURNED VIGILANTE. THE SCARLET KNIGHT. MISS STEAL YOUR GIRL.

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detectivechucklxs​:

“The coffee taste like shit. This is feeling more like a stake out than a luncheon.” 

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❑

“I could have told you that”

The closest thing most would ever witness of genuine mirth curled Kate’s ruby painted lips in a half smirk, an accompanying arched brow raised haughtily. “Wait a minute,” she continued, her tone tinged with faux realization. “I did tell you that”

She crossed her knees beneath the bench they were seated at and gave him a look that clearly said, 'I told you so.' "But evidently you prefer boiled motor oil to the, what did you call it, 'hoity toity espresso bar,'" their waitress was less than thrilled with overhearing Kate's brazen insult to their brew, but Kate couldn't care less. Kate spared her a glance, daring her to dispute, but she scurried away under the intense gaze. “At least the waffles are decent” drenched in butter, but decent.

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evildxllface​:

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 think she was doing bad things at the moment. She was seeking out for a companion. The encounter with Kate on the club she works were quite a surprise for her. Kane was taking so long to get in home that Quinn decided to distract herself, until napping on her bed, after showering, wearing Kate’s social shirt, (she wants to annoys Ms. Kane a little) the only clothes she wore at the moment. When Natasha barked at the firsts barks didn’t wake her up at first, but then she slowly woke up a bit startled. ❛  Kaebear! ❜ Sitting on her bed, and stretching herself, while yawned. Then her grey-bluish hues locked on the brunette. ❛ Who rubbed yer feathers today, Dad?! ❜ Totally ignoring the part of get out of the bed. The blonde used her selective ears. ❛ I know you missed me. And I missed ya. ❜ She said with honesty, showing an angelic smile appearing the dimples on her cheeks. She stretched herself to pull Kate’s arm, to fall on the bed too.

❛ I’m here for a Star Wars marathon. I’m staying over today. Yer better start requesting delivery food. Or call to yer chef, I don’t know. But tell them I want Fini, and sweet popcorn and cotton candy, and apple candy. And for dessert unicorn ice cream. ❜ She turns to Kate, as she spoke very excitedly about wanting to spend time with her, and watching in awe to her dogs. The blonde didn’t know if Kate has a personal chef, or cook for herself. ❛ We could play of Star Wars too! ❜ She refers the lightsaber now on her hand. And the jester also enjoyed the moment and hugged Ms. Kane genuinely. ❛ Orrrr would you rather meeting me in the bar where I probably would’ve cause some ruckus?! As ya know, just say the word Katekins, and things happens magically. ❜ She stood up going to her wardrobe, looking the style of Kate’s. Thinking about  ruckus and club… ❛  Have somebody ever told ya how hot and beautiful ya look today? ❜  The jester made the angelic face, the one she had when she was a simple doctor at Arkham Asylum. ❛ So, I’ll skip compliments and go straight to the point, I want cash. Let’s also keep our old tradition, ‘kay!? ❜ She smirks, and sat on her bed, crossing her legs and put her hand in front of Natasha snout to her smell before touching on its head.  

❛ But I do want to watch Star Wars with ya though. ❜ She genuinely wanted to spend some quality time with her.  ❛  If yer annoyed than you shouldn’t have saved me. ❜ She booped Kane’s nose with her index finger, and laid on her bed again, waiting for some reaction. ❛ You’re the only person that enjoy Star Wars that I know. Come on, Master Yoda, say something. I’m not taking ‘no’ as an answer. ❜

❑

Kate’s face twisted into a grimace at the pet name, and even further when she realized that the clown was wearing one of her more expensive blouses like a nightgown. The comfortability the blonde had the audacity to flaunt was both baffling and incredibly aggravating. Kate had only herself to blame. Of all the people she could have allowed to catch a glimpse of her empathy it had to be Harley fucking Quinn. And she made sure to take advantage whenever the occasion arose, which was more frequently than Kate desired. She couldn't care less what Harley did with her time as long as it wasn't too catastrophic, she kept her tabs on the jester and did her best to keep her in line. From a distance. But, for some reason, despite her evident contempt, she sought Kate's attention. And her money. The little stipend allowance she offered was barely anything to Kate wealth, and if she was truly honest, her justifications for it were becoming increasingly illogical as the days progressed. Her humiliation was definitely compounded by the fact that no one knew about her strange connection to Harley. She couldn’t bring herself to admit it, even to Luke. Likely because it was so out of character for her.

Kate wrenched her arm away from Harley's hold and anchored the same hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes in a scathing glare at her nonchalance. “The hell you are,” she snapped, suppressing the temptation to pinch the bridge of her nose until the bone snapped. She listened to her prattle out her requests, her lips thinning until they were a stern line. A poor attempt to conceal her temper. “I told you to get out. I don’t give a fuck where you end up, weather its a bar or the street. You do not invade my privacy” she lectured. Kate reared back as Harley pulled her into an embrace, her fists balling at her side to refrain from physically strangling her. For fucks sake. Nervously, she eyed the way the way Harley casually swung her limited edition saber about.

I want cash. Let’s also keep our old tradition, ‘kay!?

There it was, she should have known better. With a roll of her eyes, she reached up to pull the band from the low bun holding her hair back. Her corkscrew curls springing out in chaotic but stylish disarray. “What happened to what I gave you last month?” she grumbled, raising one leg to yank the heels off her feet, then the other. “Which is it then? Are you here for money or to impose on me?”

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batsanddemons​:

Damian huffed out a small laugh. Of course that would be her first issue. "I understand very well - most who see me without it don’t see anything again.” Despite his father’s no-kill rule, things still slipped under even his radar. Damian Wayne may be the son of the Bat but Damian al-Ghul was raised as the heir to the Demon. He might avoid killing as best as he could but, in some cases, it was still necessary. An argument he and his father still quarrelled over, even after ten years.

“Your identity is safe with me - I hope mine will be too. There is a reason I’ve been keeping to the shadows,” he gestured to their surroundings with a lazy wave of his hand, “instead of facing your Bruce with this information. I don’t plan on sticking around long enough to get to know everyone here.” There was no point in complicating things further with needless attachments to people who knew nothing about him. Better to focus on his mission.

Her questions were standard and expected and yet they threw him off kilter. “My name is Damian.” The first, he could answer with ease. The second, however, made him feel… guilty? He felt bad, for reasons he couldn’t quite discern, for not going to them, for hiding and running away instead. He swallowed and shook his head, scowling at his own foolishness. He had no reason to feel guilty - he’d done nothing wrong. “I’m not really staying anywhere - I was planning on leaving Gotham soon.”

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A part of Kate wanted to argue that introducing himself to the rest of the Bat Family in this reality would be significantly more helpful than sneaking around rooftops but refrained from commenting. Merely crooked an eyebrow in question at his blatant attempts to dodge them and ultimately conceding it was his decision to make. All she offered in response to his plea to keep his existence a secret was a nod in consent. Humorously, she acknowledged that though there was no equivalent to Damian in her world, he was already demonstrating several of the self-destructive traits that many of the Bats shared. One of them being the hard wired assumption that shouldering things alone was better than asking for help. Apart from everything else he'd disclosed, that alone validated his identity. He was, indeed, a Wayne.

There were a lot more questions that sprang to mind. Kate supposed she was always vaguely cognitive that there was likely other world counterparts of the Gotham Vigilantes, and in the moment she found herself wondering just how similar they were. Would Damian have recognized her if she had met him in civilian attire? What kind of connection did Damian have with his Kate? He'd called her as Aunt earlier, which made her almost snort in laughter. Auntie Kate huh? Again, she did not verbalize these musings.

“Nice to meet you, Damian” she drawled, the slight smirk remained fixed on her face. A gentle wind rustled the locks matted to the side of the face, reminding her that being out in the open, unmasked, wasn't the wisest decision. Despite the fact that the rooftop provided considerable coverage. Leading by example, she placed the cowl and crimson wig combo back over her face.

“Let me rephrase, you’re staying with me” it wasn’t a question, and the finality in her tone was prevalent. “And you’re going to tell me everything about whatever little plan you’re conducting once you ‘skip town’. Because if hiding on rooftops was part of it then I’m apprehensive” Kate jerked her head in the direction of her penthouse that loomed in the distance, about a half dozen blocks away. “Come along, Little Bat”

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2x05/2x11 

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freshman vs senior

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Character development

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batsanddemons​:

He froze. She believed him? Even he barely believed him and he was living it. He had to give her credit; she was taking it much better than his father would have, which was exactly why he did not inform Bruce of his existence. “Well, my manner of proof may, again, be something to take in. As the Robin of my Gotham, I know all our identities, including yours… and my father’s,” he added, slowly. “I know where the Batcave is; I know the Titan’s identities as well as those of the major heroes across the continent.” He paused, watching her take in the information.

He was the son of the Bat. As soon as he realised his predicament, he did his research, on Bruce, Kate, Dick, Tim, everyone. He looked as far as he could but as far as he could tell, he had no blood siblings in this reality. He was oddly relieved. Unfortunately, there was no information on Talia - his mother was too dangerous to simply Google. He had no intention to be flagged up by the League of Assassins in multiple universes.

With another deep breath, he peeled the domino mask off his face and tugged off his hood. There were no cameras around, he’d made sure of it. His identity, anonymous as it was, was still protected. It was a cold night in Gotham, the wind tugging at his hair and biting his skin. He’d missed it. “It’s good to see you again, Aunt, even if you aren’t really the you I know.”

❑

Kate fought to stamp down the immediate instinctual reaction to anyone claiming they knew the secret identity that she so fiercely safeguarded. It was sound logic; outside of the BatFam there was a very very limited list of individuals that she trusted to know who she was beyond the cowl. Even if he was successful in extracting the information from one of them, it was improbable that he would go on to find the identities of every member of the family. The title Father didn't seem to register with Kate; without a Damian in her world, she assumed that if he was a Robin, he was likely adopted into the fold like the rest. Despite the way her senses tingled as he revealed his face, she wasn't to know anything about Damians actual blood relation to her cousin.

There were shades of familiarity there, but Kate didn't put it down to the fact that Bruce and the boy shared a few physical characteristics. God he looked so young. Kate's jaw muscles twitched slightly before releasing a quick sigh. This was probably one of the most bizarre situations she'd ever found herself in; and she’d fought vampires before. The bottom line, as far as she could discern, seemed to be that this Robin had been displaced from his own world. And here he was, all alone, in an universe he wasn't familiar with.

“Didn’t your Bruce ever teach you about the importance of that mask,” she commented. It was both a protective measure and a symbol. Irrespective of her remark, she reasoned that his show of vulnerability justified one in return. With a firm tug, she lifted the cowl and wig from her face. She tilted her head at him, letting her natural curls spring back to life with a toss of her head. "I'm assuming I don't have to explain to you that my identity is kept a secret for a reason, and that if I find out you're lying, which I would if that's the case, it won't bode well for you. Understand?" 

She was a woman who followed her instincts and dealt with the repercussions as they fell into her path. A attribute Luke and her Father would happily stress might be her undoing. But she’d been led astray very little thus far. “...good. What do I call you kid? Unless you prefer Little Bat?” The half-smirk she gave him remained guarded but genuine. “And where are you staying?”

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kate upon meeting the demon child for the first time

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❑ 𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖊'𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒 𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖉, 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ❑

FT. @brucexthomasxwayne​​​

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batsanddemons​:

“Tt- Kid. I’ve been at this a decade and still, I’m the kid apparently.” He muttered under his breath, scowling under his hood as he assessed the situation. It may have been a different world, but Kate Kane was still the same: brave, hard-headed and smart. He couldn’t fool her for long and attempting to outrun her on her turf was a bad idea. One wrong turn, one change in street layout, and he’d be unequivocally lost. Damnit.

Supressing a growl, Damian huffed out a sigh, keeping his hands in plain view. He didn’t plan on pissing Kate off to the point where she’d likely throw a batarang at him. “Believe me, Batwoman, I know the weight of this suit and mantle all too well and despite it, I can more than handle myself against the fools of this city who’d try me.” He crossed his arms, his katana covered by his cape, still resting comfortably in its scabbard.

He couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. It was the same as his Kate’s name for him. His smile quickly fell. “Irrespective of the outcome of tonight, I will be keeping my suit, that I can assure you of.” He took a slow, measured breath. Here goes nothing. “I am not of this Earth - I don’t actually think I’ve even been born on this Earth yet and I don’t know really what to do, which is strange for me.” At this point, he was practically rambling, pacing back and forth. “I think, what I’m trying to say is, I need your help.”

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The silence that followed the admission of his truth was, undoubtedly, lengthy. The only noises that surrounded the two Bats from different worlds were the muffled echoes of late-night traffic. Kate didn't care if the tense stillness was uncomfortable for him; she needed a few minutes to deliberate. She replayed his words in her head several times, analyzing each phrase and intonation and comparing them to his demeanor. Trying to identify weaknesses in his assertions. 

She would have scoffed at the idea of someone claiming to be from another universe only a few years ago. But circumstances had changed, and Kate was well aware that there were many beings roaming her earth who had been displaced from their own. She was acquainted with a couple of them. But did that suggest the boy in question was speaking the truth? It was in her nature to be dubious, and she lacked sufficient evidence to form her own conclusion.

“Okay”

The Scarlet Knight provided no additional indication of which part of his statements she was responding to and revealed little about her internal argument. "Prove it," she insisted emphatically. He was asking for her help, and while Kate was an austere and stern woman, she was not so heartless as refuse to aid someone in need. Regardless of how bizarre and unexpected the events are. But she had to make sure it wasn't some sophisticated ploy, and God help him if it was. She didn’t take kindly to people wasting her time. “I don’t mean to sound suspicious,” she did. “But that's hardly much information to go on, and you expect me to do what? Trust you?”

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batsanddemons​:

Something was wrong with the world but Damian Wayne had known that for some time now. No. This was a different kind of wrong. The kind that had him stowing away from his home and huddling in the air duct he’d kicked in. It was like he didn’t exist.

The steady sound of his aunt’s voice echoed over the open roof, reluctantly drawing him out. His boots soundless on the concrete, he stepped out into the moonlight, domino mask and hood concealing his face. He didn’t exist. His own aunt didn’t recognise him. “I assume the R gives it away, doesn’t it?”, he drawled, feigning his usual arrogance as his heart pounded heavily.

Given the situation, there were two options; either, one: he was wrong, or two: everything else was wrong. “The suit is my own, lest you worry I stole it from The Bat.” The suit was physical proof he was who he believed himself to be. “As for who I actually am,” that left one option, “I could explain but you both wouldn’t understand nor would you believe me.” The world wasn’t wrong. “In which case, it’d probably be best to just save my breath; wouldn’t you agree, Batwoman?” It was the wrong world.

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Arrogant. 

Kate's lips quirked marginally upward at the audacity, but it was virtually undetectable. The steely glint in Kate's cold stare usually caused a shudder of terror in those unlucky enough to be on the receiving end. But the air of dominance didn't seem to dissuade this boy, this false Robin. But she was perceptive, and while his words were assertive, her instincts detected a concealed tone behind them. Her curly ruby red wig ruffled slightly in the evening wind as she cocked her head and openly inspected the young boy. "I'd watch your tone if I were you, kid," she retorted, keeping her voice neutral until she determined what kind of predicament she was in. 

"That suit, the one you presumably didn't steal," she added, "isn't simply some random disguise you can wear as a costume to carry out whatever little vigilante fantasy you have. So if that's your intention, I'd reconsider" Kate was more than irritated that some anonymous citizen would dare to wander around rooftop masquerading as a member of her family. But rather caution that a very real criminal would take notice. The Bats, in all their righteous justice, had far too many enemies. Enemies that would be thrilled to snag a Robin to use as leverage.

His allegation that she wouldn't comprehend or trust his explanation caused one of her brows to kink beneath her mask. To be honest, he was likely right. Nonetheless... "Try me," she urged. Kate vowed she'd sock Bruce right in the mouth if she found out he'd adopted another child to join his campaign. "In any case, I'm not allowing you off this roof in that suit," She squared her shoulders to express that she meant business. “Unless of course you want to try and make a run for it, which I wouldn't recommend. Choice is yours, little bat”

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CLOSED

Tonight the city was alive with lights that echoed heaven's stars. As far as patrol nights go, this one was looking quite benign thus far. Kate had apprehended a few unfortunate criminals in the midst of petty crimes; your typical muggings and auto thefts. But for the Scarlet Knight that was small potatoes compared to how things had been weeks prior. In an ideal world, there would be nothing for Kate to react to, but she lived in reality, and even if nothing important was occurring, the criminal underground continue to need reminding that justice still reigned. In darkened cowls, crimson capes and fists of vengeance. Perched on the ledge of sizeable building, she let the shadows keep her hidden from sight as she listened to the police scanners in the nearest vacinities. 

If things continued like this she just might not have an excuse not to call it a night and go place socialite for the new exhibit opening downtown. She'd been neglecting her public appearances recently, preferring to spend her evenings prowling or holed up in her penthouse. And the media was taking notice. She was a few headlines away from being labeled a recluse and that would not bode well for her civilian guise. But Kate did not mourn her party girl days, when she was naive to the world. Before she molded herself into a instrument of change.

A small movement on a nearby rooftop drew her attention, so fleeting that she almost missed the shift in the darkness. She made no dramatic gesture, but instead cocked her head, lowering the volume level of the scanners and listened for any stray noises on the breeze. Traffic inching along, the chatter of conversation, the occasionally gust of steam spewing up from the sewers below from nighttime construction. Nothing out of the ordinary. Kate, on the other hand, always went with her gut inclination. She tapped the side of her cowl to activate the infrared optics, the white lenses slid over the eye holes as she directed her gaze in the direction of the activity she'd noticed earlier. The suit detected the heat signature of a figure huddled behind an air duct straight away.

Perhaps this night will pick up after all...

Kate pulled off a deft maneuver, stepping from the ledge of the building she was positioned on and bataranging to the adjoining one where the person was concealed. With her palms resting comfortably on her leather-clad hips, she called out, "Hey" calmly and clear. “Lurking on rooftops is kinda my thing, come on out” she jokingly drawled in monotone, but any hint of dry humor in her tone was drained when the figure stepped into view of the moonlight and she processed their suit. That golden letter, encircled by scarlet. Kate's lips curved in defense, and her gaze hardened. “Who the hell are you kid and where did you get that suit from?”

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evildxllface​:

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 Kate’s place. Today was a special day because she does not have anyone to celebrate with… It’s STAR WARS DAY! What a better way to commemorate a fellow JEDI, just like her…Ms. Kane. Besides, she misses bugging her now and then. Quinn entered from the window of Kate’s bedroom and decided to take a shower in her bathroom as if she was at home. Harley enjoyed the moment and use all the things to make a bubble tub bath, giggling, relaxing and taking the expensive whiskey to drink while she play on her bubble bath. Her clothing was scattered all over the floor of Kate’s bedroom. After a moment, she wore Kate’s bathrobe, her body still super damp from the bath, and she entered Kate’s Batcave ( the hidden place where is the star wars collection ), she picked up one lightsaber and headed back to Kate’s bedroom.

❛ Daddy’s taking so long. I’m starting to get tired. ❜ The jester enters under the duvet, holding the lightsaber, and ended up falling asleep there. Who looks at the bed, would think the bed is tidy, but Quinn managed to get under all blankets, duvet, and pillows, using Kate bathrobe, having the lightsaber in hand. The things that weren’t in place, were Harley’s clothes scattered everywhere. Not that she had worn a lot of fabric on her skin. Harley lied to her boss ( by saying she’d work with a client elsewhere )  just to spend the Star Wars holiday with Kate.

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The audible sigh wafting through the cracked partition caught the driver's attention, and he looked away from the stop signal for a moment, peering at Kate's reflection in the rearview mirror. He was used to her blank expression, but her lips were drawn down a bit more than normal as she stared at her phone screen. He was sure he even caught the tiniest of veins pulsing at her temple as she tucked an wayward curl behind her pierced ears. "Is everything all right, Ms. Kane?"he felt compelled to inquire. Kate made sure to suppress the irritation in her gaze as she glanced up, offering a tight smile. "I'm good, Charles; I just noticed something bothersome." 

Nostrils flaring, she peered back down at her phone screen where video surveillance of Harley fucking Quinn tiptoeing through her penthouse was being streamed. Of course, she had security systems in place, which meant before the clown even thought to invade her personal space she was monitoring her. She could have triggered the alarm remotely, and police and building security could have escorted her out before her driver even pulled into the private garage. But she refrained. It wouldn't make a difference either way, and it certainly wouldn't discourage Harley from merely trying again.

When Kate eventually made it home, she rolled her eyes at the trail of discarded clothing that led to her bedroom and thought she might just grind her teeth to dust at the sight of her napping in her bed with her Limited Edition Episode IV Lightsaber. Her fingers lifted to pinch the bridge of her nose. Give me strength. "Natasha, come" she commanded gently, one of her German Shepherds immediately padding to her side. She made sure that Natasha snout was a close to Harley's sleeping form before issuing her next command. "Natasha, speak," Kate watched Natasha's sharp bark rouse Harley, one brow kinked as she waited for Harley to process her presence. "Get out of my bed"

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[ms-mandy-m]

I heard y’all like Tessa Thompson in suits 😉?

Thor: Love & Thunder actress Tessa Thompson photographed by AB & DM for InStyle, December 2021.

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Kate K ✉ Broody Wayne

Kate: You're late.

Kate: Luke and I are already half way through Empire Strikes back

Kate: and don't show up in a suit, for god's sake.

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@lukexfox​​

CLOSED

Kate's attitude as she languidly stated her piece indicated that she genuinely didn't care, her thumb swiping through messages from her board of directors and assistants. Her staff was highly experienced, and she'd hand-picked each one of them, so she was certain they'd be able to hold one proposal meeting without her presence. Kate could understand why they were anxious; she was a lot more ruthless when it came to rejecting or accepting proposals, and people didn't typically question her judgments. But today, she couldn't be the forefront Enforcer they needed. No, not today.

It was May 4th, after all.

Kate shrugged as she rounded the corner, sending one more message to her assistant while clutching a bowl of popcorn in her free hand. "They'll survive," was her final comment before turning the ringer off on her work phone. "Which one did we end on?" Kate passed the bowl to Luke as she grabbed for the remote. Luke, of course, was present. Aside from Bruce, he was the only person she would invite to a Star Wars marathon. Or, more accurately, she'd coerced him into joining. Kate snuggled back into her seat, dressed in her baby Yoda pajama pants and Chewbacca shirt (gifted to her by Bruce last year), a dramatic contrast to the stylish look she typically wore. "Empire Strikes Back?"

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