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                                      #THESGNAL.     a duke thomas portrayal.​          A STUDY IN:      impulsivity,     getting   back  up,   ruined  boyhood,   and  desperate  attempts  to  understand.

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[thesgnal]

gothamdeity​.

with a nod, bruce considers his collection. he does not remember every book that fills these hallowed walls, but he has a good enough stock (he has spent more time here than most rooms in the house: it is perhaps only second to the batcave, which had veered into an obsession). he eventually takes a step towards the poetry section, eyeing the smaller selections.    ‘‘songs of innocence and experience might be good, though perhaps a little weighty.’’  

duke recognizes some titles. more from reference than experience, cultured but not fully. attention piques further at the title, imbued familiarity. “i know that one.” he steps next to bruce, eyes scanning the shelves for the cover. “sort of. i know the tyger.”

[thesgnal]

gothamdeity​.

with a small nod  &  a relaxed hum, he stands to his feet. a gesture is made with his hand, instructing that the other follows him: the hallways of his manor are clean  &  neat… he leads him towards his personal library, tucked away at the back. his hand presses fondly against the door, a familiarity that he does not often have with the rest of the house. with a push, they are inside.   ‘‘where would you like to begin?’’

it’s something he’ll never tire of, honestly -- the grandiosity. the subtle aesthetics that signify the wealth. he’ll admit he finds himself used to it, is able to pass without gawking, but there are times. like now: bruce escorting him to a library. not public, but still contained within the walls of his home. “something short, probably. so i can ease into it.”

[thesgnal]

gothamdeity​.

book recommendations. he enjoys the trajectory of their conversation: his library is a rich garden  &  he rarely allows himself the joy of plucking from it (he is hoping that damian will one day take interest in it, but it’s hard enough trying to pry the boy away from the training areas).   ‘‘it might be easier to allow you to peruse my personal library. you’ll have more choice over your decision.’’

and so in lieu of an agreement he shrugs his shoulders. as if he were relenting, and not suddenly and incredibly curious. there are still many pieces of the puzzle of bruce that are missing in his mind; taste in literature seems like a good one to collect, if he’s letting him. “okay.”

[thesgnal]

gothamdeity·.

motorcycle rides? he tries not to think about the danger apparent in one of those machines, considering the job they both partake in (he cannot talk of danger without implicating himself  &  he’d much rather avoid a lecture). the bat - mobile was certainly not up to code… & alfred had rolled his eyes at bruce when he asked for it to be looked over.   ‘‘classical literature. would that be of interest to you? reading is a fulfilling hobby, if you have the time.’’

    “maybe.  define  classical?”  he  reads,  sure.  he  wouldn’t  consider  himself  well-read,  but  he  gets  references  and  he  can  recognize  themes.  more  of  a  writer,  notes  app  on  his  phone  filled  to  an  absurd  degree,  but  even  that  doesn’t  fill  what  he’s  looking  for.  “or  ...  you  have  any  book  recommendations?”

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[thesgnal]

pathschosen​.

           ─────  ❝ Somehow, we need him to part with a million dollars. ❞

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       “somehow,  that  feels  very  possible.”  knuckles  crack,  then  hands  in  pockets.  “easy,  even.”

[thesgnal]

gothamdeity​.

the stare is not comforting, so bruce turns lightly away from it. he has a novel in his hands that he’s supposed to be reading (howard’s end, a book absent of any victory, which lessens the pleasure he gets in reading it  —  perhaps the distraction is useful).   ‘‘for… stress relief?’’   the question causes him to clear his breath, considering.   ‘‘well, it’s obviously an important part of the job,’’   he says,  skirting around an answer.

after school programs are usually the standard answer, but he’s aged out of that. life doesn’t leave much time for hobbies (or is what he does considered a hobby? surely it takes up too much time and cognition to not be ---) “tried motorcycle rides.” but those become more stressful than not, unable to turn of his sense of duty, suspicion. finger points to the book. “that?”

[thesgnal]

gothamdeity​.

the words feel like a taunt: bruce tilts his head, not allowing his brow to crumple inwards in curious defiance.   ‘‘is there any particular thing you’ve decided you need my assistance with?’’

        not yet.    no    ----   he’s thinking.   staring past bruce’s shoulder,   brow furrowed.   he’d  gotten  kicked  in  the  face  this  morning.  that   spot  on  his  jaw  still  smarts.   he’s  struggling  with  something,  perhaps  normal  almost - twenty  angst.  maybe  he  wants  something  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  ask  for.  “  what  do  you  do  for  stress  relief  ?  “

[thesgnal]

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[thesgnal]

atomicks​.

❝  really?   so that’s just how y’all roll up here.   umbrella gun.   freeze ray.  ❞  

        shrug.     “   you  get  used  to  it.    “

[thesgnal]

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                 “    it’s  not  a  big  deal.    “

[thesgnal]

vihilum·.

Kate bites back a laugh, and dismounts the bike. She looks left, looks right. They’re stranded in the middle of the freaking desert. “Okay,” the helmet comes off, “I spy… with my little eye,” she fixes her gaze on Duke, “something udder-ly cute.”

                     a   moment   of   pause   --   he   debates   securing   her   silence   about   the   incident   now   or   later.   ultimately,   he   sighs.   flips   his   helmet   off,   feels   the   breeze   on   his   cheeks,   freshly   cut   hair.   duke   lofts   a   brow.   swivels   on   one   foot.   there's   a   cow   grazing   in   the   near   distance.   it   moos.   he   figures   it's   mocking   them.   "   i   spy   ...   something   ...   wooden.   "

[rememberhowweforgott]

The worse part about losing someone isn’t the exact moment or day you lose them. It’s later when you have exciting news to tell them, or see something that reminds you of them, or even achieved something worth telling them, only to realize that they are no longer there. I think that’s the hardest part about losing someone, it’s the aching feeling that comes when they go.

[thesgnal]

vihilum​.

“okay, alright, fine - what’s your first suggestion?”

         hands  on  his  hips.  he sighs,   though  it’s  muffled  by  the  helmet  he  still  hasn’t  taken  off.  “  ...  i spy?  “

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