i am batman.

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i’m going to be working on my oc account :: @doineann

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    —— all the people say you can’t wake up, this is not a dream you’re part of a machine, you are not a human being with your face all made up, living on a screen.

                                  I think there’s a flaw in my code                                These voices won’t leave me alone

     AU only HARLEEN QUINZEL | written by wolf | established april 2018 

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    i am around again.  hopping between blogs a bit.   but i’m on discord if anyone wants me. 

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justshadesofgrey.

                   ❝  probably ?  ❞

       she shrugs – a soft smirk crossing red lips, a finger casing along the side of the kitchen table as she looks him over with a more discerning eye than he’s perhaps used to. no batman on the streets usually meant bruce was holed up in the cave anyway —- yet here he was. bleary eyed, pyjamas, stubble. he’d actually been asleep and somehow that made her feel actuall guilt about getting in. there was always a first time for everything she supposed. eyebrows flickering upwards, her hand lifted to pull at her cowl - tugging the cat ears back and removing her goggles, her dark hair falling free around her face. giving him a nod, selina tipped her head to watch as he stalked away.

      ❝  you know i like a challenge. but i didn’t know you’d upgraded your system since the last time, it’s not bad – could probably use a few little tweaks if you want any suggestions ?  ❞  the tone betrayed the smile on her face as he turned, her voice calling after him down the hall as she followed bruce out of the kitchen and into the manor proper.

         a brow arched ---   ‘   and don’t look at me like that.   even i can get a night off.   the end of the world as we know it was last night.  surely it won’t repeat tonight.   i had plans.   ‘   so maybe his plans amounted to watching a movie, finishing a book, maybe even eating the leftovers he’d found in the fridge.   bruce wayne -- despite everything - was still a man.   and he had certain fondnesses and habits.   and while he often ignored those rather mundane desires,   on occasion.   he indulged. 

     it wasn’t long after he disappeared through the door to the basement that the alarm was stopped --- nor much longer still as he came bounding back up them.   for all his mumbling he certainly didn’t move like age remotely bothered him. 

     ‘    and no i’d rather not.   i designed this one myself.   if you tell me what’s wrong with it i’ll spend the entire night working on it instead of enjoying casablanca.   and it used to be my favorite movie.   ‘     he wasn’t really annoyed with her,   truthfully he’d gotten used to her occasional intrusions.   while she was without a doubt --- a threat ---  he didn’t necessarily view her as threatening.  perhaps why he remained as nonchalant as he was.

              ‘     any particular reason to drop in?   apocalypse?  or merely bored -- ? ‘

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Blows him a kiss.

             the crinkles of his smile become obvious   ---      ‘     i’m still not going to do it.   even if i do like these air kisses we are currently --- experimenting with.  ‘    so maybe he even looked a little smug.   what could he say --  he’d spent a very long time working out just the right present to get her.

      no way he was blowing it all now.   no matter how endearing she made herself.   

    @pussywhiipped || swoons

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Do not fall in love with people like me. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people —-

indie multimuse - created by lydia / wolf  - established february 2018

                 FOLLOW THE STORMS WHERE THEY WILL

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    righto --- if anyone wants me im gonna be on my oc blog for today / possibly tonight. find me on @doineann.

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         ‘ --if i give you a key to the front and back door....would you have to keep breaking in my windows?  ‘   bruce wayne cut an imposing figure, even without the suit that made him iconic.  dressed now -- simple in black pajamas he looked rather more stately than deadly.   

      but the crease to his brow was indication enough he was slightly peeved.  after all it required resetting the security system which meant going all the way downstairs.  and phoning to let jim gordon know that everything was fine.    selina and he had a complicated sort of alliance --- he was fond of her.  and honestly?   he’d rather give her keys than have to go downstairs and deactivate the damned system again.  a furrow between his eyebrows as he reached to snag his robe,   it wasn’t so much annoyance,  as ... tired.

                             ‘      i’ll be right back -- i have to go to the basement now.  ‘ 

   @justshadesofgrey | bruce put on clothes.

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alright --... i made a harleen quinzel muse..  aka she never gets seduced by jokers crazy ass.  if you wanna write w/ her just hit me up over on her blog ( quinzology )

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                when your grief becomes a creature.   you find it possesses you.   but your grief becomes a living thing that can protect others from the thing of its own origin.   but it never subsides.   every night is the same.   every aching heart reignites the pain of your own.   you feign to feel nothing because it is a safer thing than to feed the creature that holds you captive.   you thought that this suit and set you free,  but instead it just caged you to a grief shaped monster.      –   indie bruce wayne / batman 

     written by wolf | established april 2018 | art credit goes to @cupidcrimed

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❛ grow up. ❜

        loss — it’s a feeling he is all too familiar with.   he’s known it since he was a child.  grief.   loss.   melancholy.   loneliness.  he’s found a way to blame himself for every death.   but this one.   this one has taken the most from him.   he’s failed the boy he loved as a son the most of them all. 

                   ‘    i’m sorry —–   i’m sorry you never got a chance to.                         i’m sorry i failed you in so many ways.  you’re right                        to hate me.  i didn’t deserve you —.   ‘ 

     there’s a break in his voice.   how much guilt and self hatred can one man bear?   how much more until atlas bows beneath the weight of the world.   he’s not blameless by any meas.   but is it truly all his fault?   it’s a weight he takes on.   a guilt he bears.    because in it’s own way.   believing he could have stopped it – gives him hope that one day he will be able to save them all.

      @becamebetter || askbox

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         ‘ ----- this isn’t a very safe place for a lady such as yourself ma’am ---.   ‘    it’s a rare night that bruce wayne is out of the mask.   but tonight social events demand his attention,  ones not attended to behind disguise.   but as he walks the street -- she seems out of place.   not confused,  but at least....    someone perhaps unaware the nightmares that live on these streets.

    @ladamereveuse | whispers berry i miseed u

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@funfatale​.

     it  was  all  too  easy  for  her  to  fall  into  step  .  to  give  him  up  .  to  find  comfort  in  other  ,  much  less  dangerous  forms  .  she’s  been  in  and  out  of  arkham  for  years  ,  now  .  perhaps  she’d  never  been  all  that  villainous  in  the  first  place  ?  

     and  he  –

     he  sees  something  in  her  that  the  rest  of  them  don’t  .  a  lost  cause  .  consumed  by  the  joker  .  and  yet  –  and  yet  .

     ‘     again  ,  bruce  ?     ’     she’d  fake  surprise  ,  except  there’s  little  point  in  it  by  now  .  instead  ,  she’ll  settle  for  a  grin  ,  sliding  over  to  the  coffee  machine  in  fluffy  pink  socks  to  work  on  brewing  a  fresh  pot  .     ‘     innit  the  third  time  this  month  i’ve  watched  ya  try  to  fix  somethin’  ?     ’

           there had been changes since she came. equipment in the batcave so she’d have something to do when he tinkered.  alfred had made a few adjustments...  and complained a few times about it was going to take years off of his life.   but bruce was fairly confident alfred was going to outlive all of them out of sheer stubbornness. 

      holding the toaster that had fallen to destruction in his incapable hands ---   ‘   i find your judgement misplaced.   i’m being an eccentric billionaire.   it’s allowed.  at least i’m not wearing colorful pajamas and doing the polka through the hallways.    that’s one variety of eccentric rich people.   ‘   a faint sniff of amusement as he went to work continuing to disassemble it.  maybe he could learn something from it -- even if it was in pieces.

           ‘    if you’re hungry we can head out somewhere.    though there is coffee if you just want that.    ‘    truthfully he’d been up all night.   out in the suit trying to keep the world from ending.   but he’d come back in early.  wanting to be there when she was up and about.  ‘lest she decide on some hair brained notion to follow after him.    she’d come too far to get tangled back up in the crowd he was battling against.

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         there was a new criminal in town.  a red hood.   he’d appeared throughout gothams history.  but it wasn’t a single man.  it was an identity either taken, or thrust upon them.   he’d spent the night tracking him -- high above the city, moving from roof top to roof top. trying to stop something before it happened, trying to see clues before he even knew what he was looking for. 

       but dawn had broken now,  the time of the bats reign was coming to an end.   it was time to slip into the persona that was far harder to maintain.  bruce wayne --- he’d changed from batsuit to slacks and a casual shirt.  unbuttoned, freshly tousled looking.   looking more like a man who’d spent his night enjoyably than leaping from rooftop to rooftop. 

   as he walked into the twenty-four hour diner, his hand rubbed the nape of his neck. working the agonizing crick out of it. the mask might serve to protect his neck, but it sure didn’t help the aging spine that he was feeling the ache of.  taking his usual seat -- he flirted with the waitress, got his coffee.... and started to look at the morning paper left on the counter.

      yet despite his best efforts to be off the clock --- he felt a particular presence.  something.... the hair on the back of his neck stood up. goosebumps on his arms.  trying to play it cool, he finished off the coffee in a few gulps. calling the waitress over for another -- and a plate of pancakes.  he moved now to a booth, easier to watch his back if he was going to get confronted about something... 

     @becamebetter | bruce ur so weird smh.

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Netflix’s The Punisher Sentence Starters (pt 1)

❛ whatever it is you’re looking for … i’m not it. ❜

❛ books are great, but they don’t hold all the answers. ❜

❛ happy is a kick in the balls waiting to happen. ❜

❛ you got half a life left to live, my friend. ❜

❛ you see, what worries me the most is that you’ve been in a hole so long that it’s become home. ❜

❛ wow. that was sexist, racist, and demeaning all of my abilities all in one sentence. ❜

❛ what time is it? ❜

❛ you brought this on yourself! ❜

❛ don’t you ever say that again. you got that? ❜

❛ you’re not the only ghost in this town. ❜

❛ truth is … i was past caring. ❜

❛ holy shit. ❜

❛ what the hell, why not? ❜

❛ you’re still all heart, huh? ❜

❛ drink? ❜

❛ been flirting with the idea of going full man-bun. ❜

❛ i’ll keep that in mind. ❜

❛ i wanna help, but not if it’s gonna get someone killed. ❜

❛ you think you’re okay and then something just brings it all back. ❜

❛ i don’t know if i would kiss him or slap him. ❜

❛ don’t even think about it. ❜

❛ tonight’s the night you’re gonna die. ❜

❛ never off-duty, huh? ❜

❛ i’m calling the shots now. ❜

❛ you need me! ❜

❛ you always talk this much? ❜

❛ piece of shit. ❜

❛ now all you got is the nightmare. ❜

❛ you want me to tell you it’s okay so that if this all blows up, it won’t be your fault. ❜

❛ you always were good at putting people back together. ❜

❛ i know that it makes it easier for you if you make me the enemy, but i’m not. ❜

❛ you are shitting me. ❜

❛ shit you not. ❜

❛ i dream, i see that guy. ❜

❛ what the hell is it that you do anyways? ❜

❛ hey, you shut your mouth. ❜

❛ you don’t know shit. ❜

❛ looks to me like we’re hiding evidence. ❜

❛ and now you’re closing yourself off, find it hard to trust people. ❜

❛ i’m the best. others will let me down. ❜

❛ i didn’t have a choice. ❜

❛ i could have killed you. ❜

❛ and you don’t find that kinda scary? ❜

❛ why don’t you sit down? ❜

❛ i don’t do partners. ❜

❛ you ever think about, maybe, quality over quantity? ❜

❛ god made me this way for a reason, bro. ❜

❛ i think this is a trap. ❜

❛ i think if we do this, men are gonna die. ❜

❛ you just don’t bleed out, you hear me? ❜

❛ what’d you say? ❜

❛ i cannot let you do that. ❜

❛ god damn it. ❜

❛ the hell is that? ❜

❛ you wanna go up against him/her/them with a pink ruger and no ammo? ❜

❛ grow up. ❜

❛ that’s not happening, alright? not on my watch. ❜

❛ what if we got you a little pair of green tights and a pointy cap with a feather in it? ❜

❛ don’t bother me. ❜

❛ want me to leave? ❜

❛ tough guy, huh? ❜

❛ i’m useless. ❜

❛ did i get anything right? ❜

❛ it was good. i just made it better. ❜

❛ turns out i suck at guitar. ❜

❛ that’s what joe did. don’t be like joe. ❜

❛ what, are you gonna puke? ❜

❛ you sure about this? ❜

❛ it’s nothing. i’m fine. ❜

❛ please don’t do this. ❜

❛ i can’t do this. ❜

❛ pissed off beats scared every time. ❜

❛ what did i do? i got my hands … i got my hands dirty, you piece of shit! ❜

❛ you stay out of my way. ❜

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         HARLEEN quinnzel was a remarkable woman.   she always had been.   her heart was a little too big to be a hero,  a little too soft to be a real bad guy.   not that she wasn’t more than adequate as a criminal and adversary...  but he’d always had a soft spot for her.   he couldn’t help it.  when he’d been given a task he took it seriously.    she’d given him the most precious gift of all.   a child.  

      NO lucy wasn’t his by blood, in fact she was the child of the man who’d made it his mission to ruin everything batman loved.   but over and over again as she grew he saw her mother in her.  but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to simply loving the child.  it was easy in truth.   she was bright and intelligent,  chasing from his life all the misery he’d experienced.   oh it was still there.   it had still made him who he was.   but for once in his life,   he’d moved to the next stage.  the next step. 

       BRUCE wayne had a singular person to put first in his life.   oh he’d put the city first.  he’d put gotham above all else.  he’d put justice for the joker first.  he’d put saving the world first.   but it had never been for the safety and love of a singular individual.   not until her.   

       THEY’D agreed to meet -- it was outside of gotham.  not really convenient for either party.   but that was the point of it.   he’d come three hours before her.    she’d meet him.    they’d share what they had to --- and then they’d leave their own separate ways.   he’d head further out of town,   she’d head back.   it wasn’t ideal,  but it suited their purposes when kidnapping him seemed a little too cliched. 

             PAUSING --- he cocked his head as he heard the door click.   her footstep clicking in the empty corridor.   her head popping around the corner ---    ‘ harley ---.   ‘    he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips.   like he’d said,  she was a remarkable woman.    ‘    we had our first ballet recital.   i got it all on tape.    we’re considering kickboxing,  she made a formal request.   i’m probably going to give in.  besides --- it seems like a useful skill set.   ‘    

      THERE was no way he could make this easier for her,  to give up a child she wanted and loved had been bad enough.   to know how close she was to her was doubly tortured.   but somehow, sometimes... in plain sight was the best way.   and for now.    lucy was safe.   bruce was private enough that -- people actually believed she was his. 

     @cupidcrimed || drumroll plz.