Is This NOT Jude And Cardan

I'm excited for himmmmm

c/lark k/ent undoubtedly ugly sweater champion six years running at the daily planet.

Oh hyenas & their catnip 🙂‍↔️

Characters with goggles? Always awesome

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.”

(x)

inhaling  what's  left  of  the  burger  half,  wally  cleans  what  little  bits  of  ketchup  and  mustard  are  still  clinging  to  his  fingers.  it  wouldn't  be  lying  to  say  he  felt  a  hundred——no  a  million  times  better  already.  it'll  give  him  more  than  enough  juice  if  he  needs  it,  although  he  isn't  expecting  much.  las  vegas  ...  surely  it's  not  a  place  with  anything  to  worry  about?  it  wasn't  a  mission——as  others  insists.  enjoy  yourself,  they  told  him.  at  a  point  it  started  feeling  like  they  were  just  trying  to  get  rid  of  him,  which,  y'know,  fair  enough.

"tourist-y  stuff——no,  wait——stuff  locals  like——uh  ...  any  chance  we  can  do  both?"  it's  the  first  time  he's  stepping  foot  into  vegas;  he's  been  through  her  more  than  few  times  but  he  meant  that  literally.  it's  a  blur  on  his  travels  to  other  places  and  he  barely  remembers  a  thing  each  time.  to  put  it  simply:  it's  his  first  time  ever  spending  more  than  thirty  seconds  in  the  city  of  sin.  bit  odd  that  it  never  popped  up  during  his  time  with  the  team.  you'd  think  it  would've  been  the  first  place  to  stir  up  all  sorts  of  trouble  for  them  to  be  sent  to  deal  with.

"oh,  and  by  we,  i  mean  me.  i  mean,  i  can't  expect  you  to  follow  me  around  all  day  and  help  me  out  ...  right?  not  that  i'd  turn  down  a  certified  guide."  it's  a  bit  of  a  leading  question,  he'll  admit.  not  his  finest  attempt  to  thread  the  needle  of  a  delicate  topic,  but  he's  doing  his  best.  "but,  y'know,  if that is   something  you  DID  want  to  do  i  can  cover  today's  expenses  for  us."  all  hail  the  batman  appointed  credit  card.  "whaddaya  say?  wanna  be  my  partner  in  crime?"

Damn. He must have been really hungry.

Mark comes close to feeling bad about having made his acceptance into a bit, but it's hard to linger on those kinds of guilty feelings when the guy's sticking around for a chat after scarfing down his leftovers. He's probably not all that torn up over the specifics of getting them.

"Well," he starts, still sporting a bright grin, "you're in luck! No-one in the world's better at this whole tourist thing than I am."

Expertise just comes with the package of being on the move so often; Mark is a tourist everywhere, taking in everything he can everywhere he stops. A local might know a thing or two about some niche, out-of-the-way place for good food or a good time, but Mark's always been good about sniffing out things or places that are entertaining.

He rests his arm on the back of his chair, then leans his head into his waiting palm, attempting to give his food thief some sort of scrutiny—like he's trying to judge exactly what sort of avenue to take this. "So what, you lookin' for some typical tourist-y stuff? Or are you one 'a those people who wants to pretend they know how to blend in with the locals? Plenty 'a shit to do either way. You like shows? Lotsa shows. There's a rollercoaster in a casino. Isn't that the sickest fuckin' thing you've ever heard of in your life? Who does that? It's probably a death trap but that's a sick way to go out. My sister made me ride it."

Long live the king

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@deadlincs / Higu :

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

that   earns   a   guffaw   from   the   archangel;   it's   clangorous   and   grumbles   like   a   grinding   stone.   yet   still,   it's   sweet.   it   carries   the   sound   of   the   heavens   and   sweetens   itself   with   their   succor.   fallen   or   not,   there's   an   elegance   to   it   no   mortal   could   hope   to   emulate.   it's   timeless   ——   brimmed   with   complex   feelings,   most   bitter.   this   might   be   the   first   time   he's   humored   higu   with   his   attention   since   beginning   his   crossword.   even   in   the   overcast   sky,   dawn's   light   rests   in   his   gaze.   it   flickers   none   too   different   than   a   blooming   flame.   if   one   peers   close   enough,   if   one   dares   to   pick   at   his   visage,   they   might   even   note   the   gilding   around   his   iris.   a   thin   rim   of   gold   none   too   different   than   a   halo   ——   albeit   more   weighty.

❛   y'know,   most   people   try   to   avoid   listening   to   the   devil   on   their   shoulders.   ❜   he   begins   languidly   ——   words   punctuated   with   a   gentle   hiss.   ❛   if   i'm   giving   you   advice,   ain't   it   a   given   that   i'm   lyin'?   or   you're   fucked   beyond   compare.   oh,   it's   probably   that   one,   huh?   ❜

prompt, not accepting.

❝He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.❞

Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame