beware:

THE BATMAN .

[worldsokayestdad]

𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘛 : // 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗗𝗔𝗗 ﹥ 𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 ﹥ 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 . ﹥ a mutuals only writing blog dedicated to unmasking 𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘 / 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗡 ; the perils of a grave promise, his war on crime , his humanity , his trauma, and his legacy.  [ ENTER ]

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[worldsokayestdad]

There was usually no meeting, no conversation, nothing more than a schedule and a call and the date was set up. Sometimes he didn't even came. The connection was all that was necessary. The mere mention of his name was often enough. And while it was a cheap ploy for attention and aversion, it was still useful enough to let him do as he wished and keep his secrets while flaunting himself for the public's eye. Hide in plain sight, as they say. But as Lucius and Alfred pointed out — this was a special case. He'd brushed through the magazine a few times, her face smiling plastered on the front, staring up at him and then back to the six page article about her humble beginning, her breakout role, and her personal life being the source of more than a few curious fans, Bruce was still not quite finding the sudden shift of preference between his two most trusted advisers.      [ ₁ ] Who the hell was Mary Jane Watson, anyway? And the door open and she comes in. And maybe, just maybe, the photographs don't quite do @inthesp0tlight justice.

[1defense]

"He's got money." Harvey grunts, "Expensive gear. I've seen some of their surveillance equipment." He puts both scarred and pure hands in his pockets, clenching his fists inside the fabric. Blood drips from both when he peers too closely at his nails. He can't call his therapist - no one would answer anyway. The smarter people of Gotham escaped before the bridges were lifted to mainland.

Harvey was in too deep to leave the city. She was his home, his love, and she had housed him at his best and at his worst. She loved him and he loved her. Much like the city had with Bruce. The same as Harvey had done, once upon a time, when they were allowed sweet things like love.

"It's not something you didn't already know." He shrugs, a failure once more. He'll never be as good as he was. But fuck, he's going to try.

"Better make sure there are no eyes on us now." Harvey doesn't pretend to have the same skill as the Bat, but he has been trained by him. When it matters, his head is on a swivel. It matters now. "I got a bad feeling about this, Bat. There are some lines that are going to be crossed before the night's over...

"And we have a long way to go before sunrise."

[worldsokayestdad]

" Wayne's money, you mean. " He corrected, still recalling how Slade blindly robbed his accounts in broad daylight. That alone should have been the thread that leads him to this RED HOOD but Slade was annoying but effective. And GOTHAM needed him more than he could leave it to find him. " Yeah. I saw the drones. "

He turned to face him then, hand on his shoulder and squeezing firmly. " I suspected it. But I needed someone else to confirm it. " He added, although maybe a part of him had hoped Harv would know the why ; that echo he's hearing inside his head, needling him for an answer he can't quite read in the evidence.

     [ ₁ ]Too close.      [ ₂ ] Too far.

A weary sigh as he pulled his hand back, staring back into the streets below. " If he wants a show…I'll give him a show. You still know how to shoot THE BAT don't you? " A weak attempt at levity he's not quite sure the ex-lawyer would be too fond of.

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also there's a specific tdkr broose thing that I'm very fond of and it's how he calls carrie "a good soldier" especially with how miller carried it through out the trilogy. cause in canon you have it as a wall for broose to kind of dissociate Jason's death from the son he had lost, that he is still grieving, meanwhile with Carrie it's said with such fondness like she's just his little duckling but he imprinted on her, and something about the gender neutrality of it all and how seamlessly he passes the batman cowl to her post-"death" it's almost unquestioned that I thought is nice

[worldsokayestdad]

one of the robins doing this to bats.

[decthbringer]

@worldsokayestdad and elektra are so disgustingly in love they look stupid

[worldsokayestdad]

broose wayne inexplicably in love and happy thanks to world's greatest assasin, @decthbringer. don't tell the kids .

[decthbringer]

The room around them all but fades away. For a brief moment, she is young and nineteen again. Her father is alive, and she attends another gala event at his asking. The presence of Hugo Natchios' daughter never goes unnoticed, no matter how she wished to fade into the shadows. Athos stands not far away, observant and watching her every move. Fixated on keeping her and her father safe.

How times have changed.

Trail of fingers across bare skin ignites her skin. These hands have held her countless times. Marked her, claimed her, and held her so close she wondered how she could draw her next breath, just as they did now.

She slips her tongue past his lips, brief taste to deepen the kiss. Short and sweet enough to have her longing for more. She settles with a smile.

❝ I will always be my own before anyone else's. ❞ Amber hues gaze up to meet striking blues. Her thumb runs gently over his lower lip, streak of red lipstick moves about his lips. Another lay to claim she leaves on him.

❝ What now, Mr. Wayne? You feel the eyes settling in on us. Who will this ghost of a woman be from this point on? ❞ The question leaves her lips, but she remains uncertain who it was for more between the two.

Elektra has lain beneath the Earth for over a decade now, according to the wider world. Erynys can only go so far.

[worldsokayestdad]

It feels like he could be drowning ; water in his lungs, his stomach, trying to get to his brain. It feels like he's on the precipice, heart pounding, electricity at the tips of his toes and anticipation bouncing in the base of his spine. It feels like he's falling, fast, hard, no way to maneuver ; momentum is taking all the fight out of him he can't even wrap his fingers around the grapple. But he's just in a room filled with strangers and hers. And she's asking him a question — a seemingly simple question — that could upturn tonight or the rest of his life?      [ ₁ ] However short it is left to be. He leans closer. Heat chasing heat. Comfort finding comfort. Forehead resting against hers and lips curling upward at the softest brush of her thumb. How to answer? How to think? How to — breathe — Teeth gently bite. Holding her thumb for a moment or two. Words spinning trying to find thought or coherence.

" Isn't it obvious? " A tentative wave of bravado or impulsiveness. He'll have time to figure that out later. He just knew he needed to get it out. " Come home with me. "      [ ₂ ]  Stay. It didn't need to be more complicated than that, right?

[worldsokayestdad]

it truly is underrated how hard his competency kink goes, man. a thoroughly prepared individual can go straight to his bed. thank you.

[yoakkemae]

he bites back a response about how he used to always cook it at the titans tower, knowing it may sound confrontational even if he doesn't mean it that way. instead, he gives a half-shrug and a nod, a non-answer to the request.

"ah..." dick's eyebrows furrow as he tries to think back. "she usually cooked it for the entire circus -- it's supposed to feed a lot of people all at once." stew and campfire roasted fish and homemade sausages and other foods that dick no longer had the names for but remembered that they tasted good had been the dinner of choice right before they moved onto the next city. otherwise, dinners tended to be within their own trailers. "but, yeah, i guess so. did..." he always feels awkward, asking about thomas or martha wayne. he knows everything about that night, knows other tidbits that alfred had shared throughout the years, but even if he understands, it's still difficult to ask about them.

[worldsokayestdad]

He's often reminded, once confronted with his past, how vastly different their lives were before their own tragedies. His home was three or four people he knew with strangers as guests for the occasional parties. Dick's was a whole circus. " It's very…hearty. I can see why. " He commended, taking a few more bites out of his bowl before he picks up on his intended question. Leaning back despite his hesitance, thinking it over. Moments like this is when he hated how memory could be fickle. She was crystal clear one day and barely a shimmering light the next. But he thinks he remembers the warmth of it. " She wasn't much of a cook. If I remember right. She was always out and about with something to do. " That he recalls much more distinctly. " But…on my birthday she'd always make this big chocolate cake. It always looked as big as my head. " He chuckled fondly. He hadn't thought of that in a whiile. " And when the doctor visits don't work, she'd make Matzo ball Soup just for me and somehow that always helped me get better. " A soft sigh. " I don't think i've had either of those in a long time. "

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I have like 5 (3 new drafts) to focus on today in between work. and then I try to focus on replying to the cool meme replies I got for the weekend.

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[worldsokayestdad]

                        * 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗'𝗦 𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗗 𝗠𝗨𝗚 𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗥 .

[inthesp0tlight]

º ✧ 。independent and highly selective mary jane ‘mj’ watson of spider-man. 21+. viewer discretion advised. penned & adored by shaye. established september 2022. heavily affiliated with @pcrkerluck promo by kg.

[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."

[worldsokayestdad]

He's crouched near the edge, feeling the cold in his spine even through the armor. Whoever this was, he's been building up to this. And he's not quite sure he likes the picture being painted for him.

     [ ₁ ] It was all too…personal.

" That's something. " He murmured, still with his eyes to the city. Empty streets. Gun fire in the distance. And militia romaing the streets. This wasn't his GOTHAM but he'll get it back. Bit by bit. " He's someone to Gotham. Or he thinks he is. Otherwise, he wouldn't hide who he is. "

     [ ₂ ] Again, too personal.

Head finally turned and the stark smoke of his eyes is focused on his countenance. " Thank you, Harv. I know you didn't want to do it. "