the people vs. kate spencer

I am Exhibit A. [indie DCU RP]

[thepeoplevspencer]

[txt] sucks being bg left bhund

TXT: Yeah, I know what you mea

TXT: wait, roy, what’s going on?

[thepeoplevspencer]

bruce wayne internally: i admire these people so much. these people right here are truly my betters and everything they do has meaning. they're real heroes.

bruce wayne externally: i see you're all still STUPID today

[littlealienproducts]

Guy Fieri “Welcome to flavor town” pin by Idol Leisure // $12.50

[zatanna-annataz]

So uh, oodelollie and thepeoplevspencer …birthday present??

[thepeoplevspencer]

I'm sorry, Zee, I can't hear you over the sound of NOPE.

[thepeoplevspencer]

with you I might try to show the way I feel with you I might try my secrets to reveal

(Matthew Sweet ft. Lindsey Buckingham)

[gothamblooded]

thepeoplevspencer

TXT (enc): Point to what, Bruce?

[TEXT] whatever it is i’ve convinced myself i’m doing

[thepeoplevspencer]

TXT (enc): Saving the world, one piece at a time.

TXT (enc): It’s only futile when you look at it as a big picture, you know. for each person, it’s their whole goddamn world.

[gothamblooded]

[TEXT] never would have taken you as the optimistic type

[thepeoplevspencer]

TXT (enc): Less optimism, more forcing myself away from nihilism, Bruce.

[gothamblooded]

thepeoplevspencer

TXT (enc): Point to what, Bruce?

[TEXT] whatever it is i’ve convinced myself i’m doing

[thepeoplevspencer]

TXT (enc): Saving the world, one piece at a time.

TXT (enc): It’s only futile when you look at it as a big picture, you know. for each person, it’s their whole goddamn world.

[thepeoplevspencer]

[TEXT] no goddamn point to it kate

TXT (enc): Point to what, Bruce?

[thepeoplevspencer]

from coast to coast.

[bxbblegxmbitchx-deactivated2018]

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[thepeoplevspencer]

thepeoplevspencer:

TXT (enc): good. I’d be pretty frustrated otherwise.

TXT (enc): where are you?

gothamblooded:

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Your apartment.

TXT (enc): from anyone else that would be creepy, you know.

TXT (enc): it’s still a little creepy but I’ll allow it. Ten minutes. Keep things warm for me.

[gothamblooded]

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Do you not want me here?

[thepeoplevspencer]

TXT (enc): I always want you.

UNSENT TXT (enc): don’t make me regret saying that please

TXT (enc): don’t go anywhere.

[thepeoplevspencer]

thepeoplevspencer:

TXT (enc): good. I’d be pretty frustrated otherwise.

TXT (enc): where are you?

gothamblooded:

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Your apartment.

TXT (enc): from anyone else that would be creepy, you know.

TXT (enc): it’s still a little creepy but I’ll allow it. Ten minutes. Keep things warm for me.

[gothamblooded]

TXT (enc): fucking christ bruce

(a minute or two later)

TXT (enc): did you need me for something?

—

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Need to be inside you.

[thepeoplevspencer]

TXT (enc): I

TXT (enc): yes

TXT (enc): Is this a request?

[gothamblooded]

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] yes.

[thepeoplevspencer]

TXT (enc): good. I'd be pretty frustrated otherwise.

TXT (enc): where are you?

[gothamblooded]

TXT (enc): fucking christ bruce

(a minute or two later)

TXT (enc): did you need me for something?

—

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Need to be inside you.

[thepeoplevspencer]

TXT (enc): I

TXT (enc): yes

TXT (enc): Is this a request?

[thepeoplevspencer]

sky’s been cleared by a good hard rain

gothamblooded:

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Yes.

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Meet me at the Macy’s on Park.

TXT (enc): Twenty minutes.

Though it was really more like seventeen, as the queue for the Watchtower zetas was kind of short, and the winds were working in Manhunter’s favor as she moved from rooftop to rooftop, behind her for once. Still dry, yet–but the clouds were looming, the air heavy, a blanket of smog and unspent rain. Ominous, in that way that made her wish the storm would just get the fuck on with the chaos already.

It was obvious that one never met Batman at the front door of anywhere, and Kate found her guess of ‘roof’ to be fairly acceptable, a swatch of black whipping at the corner of her vision. It was there, then gone again, though, and so her landing was a soft scratch of boots on the tar-and-graveled roof.  Then a wait, for him to come to her; his city, his game, his rules.

To pass the time, she peered down at the alley below, cocking her head, noting Bat handiwork in the two shucksters tied to a dumpster, twenties scattered at their feet just out of reach. After a moment, she said to thin air, “Kind of a shame you didn’t take my advice about the fire thing. I thought it’d be poetic.”

[gothamblooded]

The Bat doesn’t move to respond, letting the sudden whiplash of the wind kick up, instead, and carry his words to the woman, his voice low as he stared down at the unconscious men. 

“If they’re lucky, they won’t drown when the storm surge hits.”

He doesn’t give a warning, his hand moving under the cape to his belt, pulling his grappling gun out and aiming it at the building across the way. The line shoots off, going taut with a twang, and he slides across it. He continues to speak when his boots hit the ground.

“I’ll need you on the ground, working in the East End’s barrios.. They don’t take well to the police ordering them to the shelters.”

[thepeoplevspencer]

It was pretty harsh, for Batman, and Manhunter lifted an eyebrow, but as it was behind her mask, nothing gave it away save perhaps a faint shift in her posture. She straightened, anyhow, let out a blast from her staff, and followed him across the alley without bothering with a ‘wait up’. Only Bruce novices or the incredibly bullheaded demanded to be catered for when the Bat was like this, unless they were were deliberately trying to piss him off.

“The East End,” she said, and padded alongside him--the suit made it possible to keep up with his stride, there was no way in hell she’d manage otherwise. “And they don’t like the police? Gee, I can’t imagine why,” she noted, shifting into Spanish. It was partially for emphasis and partially to start the code switch in her head ahead of time. Seconds mattered in this kind of situation.

And between distrust over police brutality and the lingering national memory of the Superdome, Kate was gonna have her work cut out for her.

“Keeping the fun jobs for yourself?” she continued, an amused tinge to her tone indicating she was teasing; she knew that even if her task was shit, his was going to be undoubtedly worse.

[thepeoplevspencer]

sky’s been cleared by a good hard rain

gothamblooded:

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Yes.

[ENCRYPTED TEXT] Meet me at the Macy’s on Park.

TXT (enc): Twenty minutes.

Though it was really more like seventeen, as the queue for the Watchtower zetas was kind of short, and the winds were working in Manhunter’s favor as she moved from rooftop to rooftop, behind her for once. Still dry, yet--but the clouds were looming, the air heavy, a blanket of smog and unspent rain. Ominous, in that way that made her wish the storm would just get the fuck on with the chaos already.

It was obvious that one never met Batman at the front door of anywhere, and Kate found her guess of ‘roof’ to be fairly acceptable, a swatch of black whipping at the corner of her vision. It was there, then gone again, though, and so her landing was a soft scratch of boots on the tar-and-graveled roof.  Then a wait, for him to come to her; his city, his game, his rules.

To pass the time, she peered down at the alley below, cocking her head, noting Bat handiwork in the two shucksters tied to a dumpster, twenties scattered at their feet just out of reach. After a moment, she said to thin air, “Kind of a shame you didn’t take my advice about the fire thing. I thought it’d be poetic.”

[zatanna-annataz]

( ◡‿◡)♡ I can tell there’s some QUALITY to catch up on from today and still going strong tonight. Oh. YES.

[thepeoplevspencer]

LIKEWISE I AM CREEPING ON THE SMUT, sorry kids.

[thepeoplevspencer]

August cannot be over soon enough.

(JSA v3 47)