puppeteer.

— let’s visit the dark side of the moon. 

:: ( indie multimuse rp. nsfw & 21+ themes present. ) 

“there’s always a choice.” he corrects harshly back, grip like iron on his wrists, pinniing and holding him down onto the table as he heard the commotion behind him as the scientist runs. “you’ll be no better than the criminals that exist here. don’t get in my way, last warning.” bruce contorts back as he reaches beneath his cape to grab the steel cuffs, latching them onto his wrist. throughout the months, he’s built a reputation for himself. no matter the situation that they were in, he was going to figure out what was going on one way or another. if it isn’t from this guy, maybe the man he’s chasing might. better alive than dead as he shoves the guy against the table before running off for the scientist. ducking his head underneath the window as he steps into the metal stairs to peer down, seeing the mad man was already getting a head start on running from the both of them.

“the last thing i care about is being labeled a criminal.” he’s never gonna get his retribution like this, never gonna see the fruition of his vengeance come to life by making sure that damned scientist couldn’t get his hands on another soul. it was his last promise to 30141, and echo would either make sure it happened himself or die trying. the steel cuffs against his skin are cold, and he has trouble not hyper-focusing on the way the rub against his skin and he just wants them off off off. he has to orient himself for a second, senses lashing out wildly as he’s thrown against the table and suddenly they’re both off and echo’s head is pounding with the need for relief. he couldn’t let the police figure out where he’d gone and what he was up to, but there was no way in hell he was gonna let this opportunity slip by. “ugh...wait!” he reels them in as much as he could himself, darting off after the both of them, even with wrists cuffed. the stairs prove a little difficult with both hands having to hold onto the railing for balance, but he manages, doing his best to keep them both in his line of sight. the bottom or the stairs proves difficult when he looses them both, a string of profanities muttered with fierce frustration under his breath as he tries his best to use his hearing to figure out which way they went. it’s not hard, given the labored breathing and quick footsteps, and he takes off again in their direction down the street. 

“really? this must really mean a lot if you’re depending on me to try to get you out of this situation.” surely, he could think of plenty handsome and attractive men more than him to fill this spot. “you’re ready to give it all up?” only finding himself poking the bear a little more just because he was a little more than amused. all of that money that she had, taejun wouldn’t even dare to guess, but he knew she had lots just by judging the meal she’s paying for the both of them. “so this means, you’re basing everything just off of my looks? nothing else? apparently, my looks are just perfect for you to consider me as a suitor for this fake dating thing?” though, he wasn’t sure whether he should feel pity with the situation she found herself in. sliding his hand over to grab another slice to eat away, making short work of the pizza. “i personally don’t think this can work and you should find someone nicer. i mean, just look at me.” dipping his head down to his clothes, dirtied and stained from all of the boxes he had to carry from work. “wouldn’t it be obvious that i will look different from…” and with a heavy heart, he tried to find the right words. “someone like you?” taejun softly gestures towards her with the slice of pizza. she looked proper, well-kept, rich even. the girl clearly looked like she didn’t belong where she first found him. “i don’t mind helping you with your cause, but i am obligated to stick to my position. i don’t think my manager would be happy to find out i’m taking a hiatus because i wanted to go onto many make-believe dates with a girl.” though maybe his manager might like the thought of that. many people, including his own late mother pestered him to go out and find a date, but this probably wasn’t what they had in mind. “nam taejun.” he finally introduces himself with a soft smile, setting the slice down so he could wipe his hand on the towel that was draped on his lap so he could extend his hand out to her. “if there isn’t anything else, we can meet around the afternoon tomorrow again to discuss this because i’ll need to return to work soon.”

like he was just a five year old, he could swear he could clean up his own mess, but nontheless, he lightly bowed his head down to her as gratitude for wiping the sauce stain from his lips. “thank you..” taejun mutters embarrassingly and just like that he felt like he lost his appetite, though he couldn’t exactly lie to himself that the pizza was good. enough that he gained his own appetite back to take another bite from his food, for only this time to wipe the sauce away from the corner of his lips. just as she leaned close to him, he equally recoiled his head back. really, things just didn’t make sense to him as she tried to reason with him, but he needed to swallow his own food before his thoughts. “so you’re actually serious about the contract relationship.” words meant more to affirm himself as he blinks a few times at her. there was just a lot to unpack, though he found himself skimming right over how she considered him perfect. just something reeked about this as he tried to gauge the situation. “i don’t have a girlfriend, but i’m pretty certain i wouldn’t be considering this if i did.” taejun clicks his tongue. “but why go through such a hassle? why don’t you just actually do it properly instead of trying to pay me off to be a fake date?” eyes wander back to the dish between them. “i really appreciate you treating me to lunch. i really do, its delicious…” his face tenses up, even his eye twitching a little just thinking, finally leaning in close to her as well. “but i barely know you and you dragged me all the way from my work.” but the more he thought about it, the way of his thinking was flawed, though probably less than her’s. “actually, yeah— i don’t know you well and you probably don’t know me either.” taejun shakes his head and sits back. his own eyes dipping down to think. “why don’t you just say you don’t want to be apart of the marriage?” just so many questions for him to ask. “shouldn’t you have a say?”

like a clueless bird, taejun blinked to her english words as he just kept chewing down his food. “what did you say?” he mutters with a mouthful before going for a second bite. feeling the need alone to admire the slice that was in his hand. sure, this wasn’t no normal dominos pizza that was infested with grease, but even to him that was a luxury and a treat to have. he could only wonder how much this costed. part of him felt sick a little, like his own gut twisting into knots knowing literal gold was going down his gullet. instead of enjoying it, he was eating it like it was his last day on earth, but in fact he was enjoying it especially with how much times he was going back for more bites. “i’m afraid i don’ want this to end, this tastes really good.” he shyly admits while swallowing down the food. before he could even shove another slice down, he pulled the slice away from his lips to her words. “you aren’t serious about the contract relationship, right?” taejun asks before finally taking the bite. “why me specifically?” with a sauce stain clinging against the corner of his lip.

open to: f connection: any

it is said that humans should be flattered when they realize that someone truly cares for them. but maybe he misunderstood the true meaning behind that when he started to follow someone he truly cares about, with and without the hat. the reaper knew how bad it is to have any resemblance of putting value on things and people, especially when all things come to an end. but that didn’t seem to matter in the slightest when he was being scolded. though this didn’t feel exactly like a proper scolding. he was at a loss of words as he stood there like a deer in front of headlights. mouth slightly gaped open as he tries to gauge everything. he was supposed to repent? even though he couldn’t properly grasp the concept, he knew better than to question. “…it is totally creepy to stalk.” he repeats the exact words that came out of her before flattening his lips. “but i must ask, shouldn’t you be flattered and happy because someone actually cares about you?” he squints, trying to gauge her reaction before eyeing the cars that were driving by. “i mean, the streets are dangerous. cars are fast..” the reaper lightly gestures.

open to: f connection: any note: *coughs* totally a reversal of the rich arrogant chaebol and poor girl with a poor girl with a golden heart??

seriously? should he concerned by the way they’re acting to him? it almost issn’t normal to hear them flirt or scold him. “are you trying to ring me into a contract relationship or something with this food?” not that it was really working. food was delicious though. delicious food is always a way to a person’s heart, its comforting and it can either be cold or hot. “how much does this even cost anyways, this tastes expensive.” where were even his manners when he talked with his mouth full of food.

open to: m/f connection: any note: im cackling, i love that line. its so ridiculous

holding them down by the neck, he slammed their wrist down onto the table. “it doesn’t have to be this way..” his voice hoarse, attempting to keep his voice low. his cold pale eyes staring directly at them. “don’t throw your life away like this, we always have a choice to make. every choice comes with a consequence. once you make that choice, you must accept that responsibility. whether you like it or not.” vengeance breaths hard. easing his grip on them. “he’ll serve justice. in time.”