#||princessofgotham||

Another night, another charity gala. Sometimes Molly found it hard to believe that there were enough charities in Gotham City that she had a party to attend every single weekend, but really, she didn’t mind too much. She had fun dressing up, even if the heels hurt after a while, and it was only a few hours of polite conversation, a few laughs, and a lot of handshakes. She had mastered the art in the short time since her parents had died—she was shaping up to be quite the heiress.

However, in this moment, she wanted to escape to the balcony for some privacy. Her escape would’ve been foolproof, if she hadn’t accidentally stepped on the edge of her amber-toned ball-gown and tripped. She almost took another person down in the process, but instead, she just fell in a puddle of satin and tulle at his feet. She groaned and shook her head, not looking up for the moment.

It was only the sound of a voice that broke Molly out of her trance. She snapped her head over to look, and just about threw the rock in the direction of the voice on instinct. Luckily, however, she didn’t do that. It was just a boy, who didn’t look too much older than she was. He probably thought she was crazy. Maybe she was crazy.

Her grip on the rock loosened, and she realized dully that she had cut her palm open on its sharp edge. She didn’t really care all too much. She let the rock fall to the ground beside her feet, letting out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

She wiped at her eyes with her good hand, smearing mascara over her cheekbones. She wanted to get herself into some semblance of order before she tried to speak. She didn’t want her voice to come out sounding weak-- she looked pathetic enough as is.

Your muse finds mine having a violent breakdown!

@nextgenrobin

The parties. The galas. The high heels and the ballgowns and the smiles she wore like a mask that no one ever cared to see through. Molly was sick of it. So many people thought she had it all– sure, boohoo, her parents were gone, but she had money and power. What else did she need?

Molly couldn’t help but laugh slightly, nodding along with the woman. “Yeah, you kind of did. It’s okay though.”

@countarganan

“Well then don’t move. Goodness Lucius, how did you do this again?”

“And I will hit you for laughing at me, because it’s just cruel to laugh at someone for being afraid of something,” Molly protested, biting her lower lip and scooting closer to him.