❝ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ, ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ? ❞

Lights, Camera, Action! some ask prompts involving action, fights, etc. Remember to specify muse for multis!

[SHOVE] - sender's muse shoves receiver's muse out of the way of incoming danger

[HIT] - sender's muse hits receiver's muse by accident with a limb or object

[SLAP] - sender's muse slaps receiver's muse in disgust

[GRAB] - sender's muse grabs hold of sender's arm and pulls them with them

[PULL] - sender's muse pulls receiver's muse closer

[TACKLE] - sender's muse tackles receiver's muse out of harm's way

[PUNCH] - sender's muse punches receiver's muse

[SPAR] - sender's muse spars with receiver's muse

[OUCH] - sender's muse overdoes it training with receiver's muse, and one of them gets hurt

[KICK] - sender's muse kicks receiver's muse

[TRIP] - sender's muse trips and collides with receiver's muse

[BULLET] - sender's muse helps receiver's muse find ammunition before danger arrives

[WEAPON] - receiver's muse uses sender's muse's weapon to defend both of them

── asked by @diam0ndz-n-hammerz 💋

⠀⠀⠀The man's attention was focused on the plate of luxurious, expensive food that laid before him - supposedly. An observant mind would have noticed the way Bruce absent-mindedly poked at his food with his fork, a furrowed brow resting upon his face. He was clearly miles away, lost somewhere deep in thought, but as to what he was thinking about? That was uncertain. ⠀⠀⠀The blonde's voice snapped him back to reality, his brow softening as he lifted his head and let a small, somewhat embarrassed chuckle escape his lips. A hand sheepishly rubbed at the back of his head as he made his apologies, after all, Alfred had recommended he try to spend more time out of the cowl and socialising...

⠀⠀⠀"I'm so sorry, Ms Quinzel--" he started, trying to turn his attention back to her, "I've just got a lot on my mind. Running a global corporation tends to make your mind wander - doubly so when you have as many kids to think about as I do. What were you saying?" A small smile spread across his lips as he tried to focus his attention on the gorgeous blonde sitting opposite him - although there was still that nagging feeling in the back of his mind. You can take the man out of the cowl, but you can't take the cowl out of the man, Bruce supposed.

What was Harleen thinking, saying yes to a date with Gotham's own play-boy, Bruce Wayne? He was way out of her league, but what could she do? She was stood just outside the boarding room of Arkham Asylum, her mind still swirling from the intense discussion of business, statistics patient care, blah-blah-blah, when the unmistakable tall and suited figure appeared behind her, his charming grin and confident stance making her heart skip. He'd offered her a date. Harleen's eyes widened, and before she could stop herself from doing something utterly ridiculous to embarrass herself, she did something even worse: She squeaked, '"--S-sure...?" and before she knew it, Bruce had departed, and Harleen found a business card of sorts pushed into her palm, with a date, time and location. It was like he had multiple of them on his person, ready to give out at a moment's notice...

At their table, the doctor felt extremely underdressed for the occasion in her 10-year old tartan dress and canvas shoes, all hidden and buried in a brown, chunky-knit cardigan. She loved the way it wrapped around her small frame and swallowed her up like a comforting cocoon, to the point where the patrons around her may have thought she was some sort of weird pile of unwanted clothes, perfect for ignoring and tossing aside to forget about. Just like she wanted, really. She couldn't help but notice how reserved Bruce was, so vacant and void of any genuine interest. She didn't want to press him or, as they called it in the business, "shrink him", but she felt the need to, at least, lighten the mood a little bit. She never fancied herself to be a comedian. But she'd try anyway.

“You think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?!”

“I thought you were a sniff master.”

“I’m gonna fucking pre, dude.”

“Just take it easy.”

“I’m a fucking loser.”

“Don’t give me that sass!”

“What is up dog?”

“Well aren’t you proud of yourself?”

“I have never, in my life, ever gotten that to work!”

“Don’t fucking question my shit.”

“I got 99 problems, but excess blood in my system is not one.”

“What makes us unique is scar tissue.”

“Thank god fish aren’t into cash.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I fell asleep for a second there.”

“Then I fired and then I missed.”

“This went on for several hours.”

“Get that shit outta here, it’s leaving less room for my cum stains.”

“He called me a polynigmion! That fucking asshole!”

“Please don’t refer to me as ‘daddy’.”

“It’s all mac and cheese dude.”

“Your time would be better spent creating something.”

“I’m so filled with anger and farts.”

“No matter how hard you work and how big a celebrity you become, you’ll never be as famous as cheese.”

“There’s clearly no god if that thing exists.”

“You’re always my smart friend, but today you’re my dumb friend!”

“What’s more in the spirit of Christmas than eating ass?”

“God damn it, [insert name].”

“Everything is going great with me mentally.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t just let my brain take the wheel from now on.”

“All you do is care about things that matter to you!”

“I wish my lunch had been only fentanyl.”

“That’s what life’s all about man. I just want to die young.”

“I mean, sometimes I think I am a genius and other times I think I need to be in a hospital.”

“I’m so full of anger and farts.”

“Boy, there is nothing you will not put in your mouth, is there?”

“I’m not gaslighting you, I’m trying to help you!”

>. Seeing the woman making such a quick switch shouldn't have made her so stressed - after all, she had to deal with it on the daily when it came to her bosses. But yet, the difference were like night and day.

The hacker eyed the knife in her own hand, like contemplating if she had made a mistake by treatening her - before gently lowering the blade. But it wasn't stowed away just yet.

"...---Sure. You can ask all you want; but that doesn't mean I'm gonna answer. Especially when I have no freakin' idea who you are and what you're capable of."

This whole situation was slowly becoming a problem. An issue that Binary was not quite sure yet she could deal with on such a short notice. A cautious glance surveilled the area before letting out a frustrated sigh that rumbled in her lungs.

"---Okay. Nuts or not - you're clearly still hurt. Do you need me to bring you somewhere? Or get you something..."

While she still held great caution, Binary closed back in. Offering a hand to Harleen.

"Let's see if you can stand..." .<

Harley batted Binary's hand away with a theatrical groan, determined to make it far more awkward than it needed to be. "I'll be--OW! ...fine." She winced as she scrambled onto her bruised knees, her red acrylic nails snagging on Binary's jacket and pants as she clawed her way up to her feet, wobbling like a newborn deer trying to climb a ladder.

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