flicking back and forth between blogs rn but inbox call ! give this a like i'll either send smth from your memes tag or make something mysellf. specify if you wanted from a certain muse.
did she sigh? maybe at his response ( or her own lack of clarity. ) sometimes, words were more dangerous than back alley thugs and supervillains. comparing them to her skills in combat — well, her litany of ways to express herself was deeply lacking. all too often, she knew, that she came off as vague or obtuse. it's better at home, though, better with people who speak in action over words: that really spoke cass. still, there's a problem, and batkids... are pretty good at coming up with a solution.
❛ very. ❜ she surmised — in the dark, the faintest smile plays on her lips. scaling the walls would've been easier, springing between the towering brick walls. could've done it in her sleep, too; it's her first instinct, actually. but, she freezes. civilian, right. thus, her plan changes. luckily, there's a fire escape nearby. better than nothing for getting them off the streets ( and away from the thugs that'd come looking for their buddies. ) it's gotham; nobody goes anywhere alone. jerking her chin towards the ladder, she reaches for it — rising on her tiptoes, although doomed to fall short. ❛ mind giving me a boost, er, ... ❜ right, she never asked his name.
Yusuke thought the Japanese underworld was ripe with dangers, the West really had arguments to share. While most crimes were organized in Japan, Gotham demonstrated exactly what chaos meant. However, lucky for him he’s even found himself a partner in crime on this night to aid him in the fighting. Ha, his mother would never believe him when he tells her he’s gotten into a little scrap and he wasn’t the one who caused it. Once she extended her hand he realized once again that this isn’t Japan and so Yusuke responds in kind by shaking her hand, holding her firmly.
━━ ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧. ❞ Not because he felt she has a good grip of her own, but just the way she moved..like she’s accustomed in taking down the local thugs and if that was the case he was beginning to feel sorry for them. “Up..” He then looks up, the only thing he’s able to see beyond the opposing walls that make this alley was the cold starless night. “Don’t exactly see an elevator t’ get up there.”
c/lark k/ent undoubtedly ugly sweater champion six years running at the daily planet.
They be fathering and daughtering too hard.
Detective Comics #1097 cover by Mikel Janin.
Batgirl #7 cover by Dan Mora.
anyways, little inbox call so i can at least say i did more than a few things today. it'll either be from your meme tag or smth a lil pre est off top.
i need to start moving thane's lore over here for sure he's one of my most developed ocs to me tbh. greek epic coded fun times.
tag dump ( 4 / ??? )
At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each “box” with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
[…] He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile.
— The Smiling Man
late night Brad thoughts are the fact he, more often than not, molds himself into roles for the people around him. To him, someone’s who’s seen so much, it’s both a way to disassociate himself from things but a source of amusement too. It’s not too different than the switch in perspective of a story, just because you’ve read it one way, maybe there’s something to be found from a fresh perspective. He flows off vibes and that can make him a helping hand, an antagonist, a mentor and more. But, just like roles, he can easily discard these guises. He doesn’t connect to them - if he does, never for long. His story was supposed to be an endless journey but he found the end and that is why he drifts endlessly. An unknowable figure, aimless until a new story begins.