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For "Give my muse an item and see how they react!" ///for a different verse than the knight/royalty au, but similar premise! I'll give you a few of these for various versions of Bruce for you to pick from. =) /// A tiny broken device is thrown in Bruce's direction from a rooftop slightly more elevated than the one he currently occupied. It lands at his feet, hard to make out at first, but clearly its one of his own little bugs. " Did you think I wouldn't notice it? " There seems to be no body to this voice but it originates from the same direction the device came from.

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

🦇—-;; "I was confirming a theory." Bruce says by way of explanation. Really, the Bat wouldn't have bothered with him at all if he didn't have reasonably suspicion to do so. Gotham had far bigger issues to deal with than some kid. Really, he's only a little surprised his little tracker had been found, but only a little. He'd been counting on that even, but what surprised him was how long it took, though not that long at all.

He glances in the direction the voice, and the device had come from, detective vision making it a little easier to spot him, even if his suit cloaks him to what else the cowl can do. It didn't matter, the point was he darkness didn't hide him from Bruce's eyes, at least with the aid he got from the batcomputer. He tilts his head slightly. "Did you think I wouldn't try anything, or did you think I'd just let you walk away without trying to figure you out?" Bruce was a detective at heart, and the other was a mystery he wanted to solve. Therefore the bug was his way of doing it remotely, without interfering too much with the younger man.

FOR EVERY 🎤 SENT, I WILL LIST A SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSE. || accepting!

For Harley: It's Alright by Mother Mother !

@2ndbat Professor Jonathan Ichabod Crane wasn't exactly the most popular man in Gotham City. He had the respect of his students, his colleagues... and a few of his former criminal compatriots. Every now and then, his mind drifted to the Society - had Luthor finally kicked the bucket? Had Grodd found his secret to immortality? Were either of them still there? It really didn't matter, except to illustrate the depths he had once sunk to - and the depths that clawed at him once again. Bodies littered the lobby of the Humanities and Sociology building of Gotham University, most of them broken beyond recognition, but still somehow breathing. The sixty-eight year old professor wields his cane with the dexterity and grace of someone four decades younger, and cracks skulls with as much precision as a surgeon. By the time the authorities cleaned up the other buildings, Crane was left in the lobby, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of gangsters, wheezing and collapsing against his cane. His once blue overcoat was now a deep red, and as police flocked to him to check his condition, he reflexively holds his hands out, waiting for restraints. The restraints never come. Instead, he is met with only confusion, except for from a vaguely familiar face. The commissioner, Barbara Gordon. "Crane." Her voice is laced with what feels like venom, but she keeps her gaze level. He can barely speak, his lungs screaming in protest as he does so regardless. "Arkham. Take me... to Arkham."

@2ndbat: "I didn’t say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing." ///for Harley, and my main verse!

" Might be the right thing, but that don't mean I gotta like it. " she grumbled, watching as the man she'd been planning on beating to a pulp be pushed into a cop car by the police. arms cross over her chest, giving this guy a look. did Bats get himself another birdie?

Robin could only stare as he watched a slight flicker in the space in front of him. The air warped in a way that was all too familiar to him but it definitely wasn't him for once: none of the bright flash that came with his own tech and also, he didn't plan on doing anything tonight. But having a rough idea of what this was, he simply calmly took a couple of paces back and decided to slip into the store across the street. Something light that most people liked.

Water, soda, a granola bar, some salted crackers and a chocolate bar. Plenty to choose from, nothing too heavy on the stomach.

He returned to the spot and waited patiently, just calmly observing until the warping, heat have quality to the air finally solidified into something. A figure. He had to take a moment to catch his breath because, modified as it clearly was, that was the cowl. Different shape and... different material entirely from the looks of it, but the foundation was there. The bat symbol was now red, closer to Jason's preferred bright angry shade, but thinner around the point of the wings. An all in one suit too; the exact same shade of black, no cape. Different build. Bruce was a fighter; broad and built like the protective wall he wanted to be. There were some similarities here too, just a little slimmer in the shoulders.

Little differences here and there. The kind that Robin had learned to look for after his many experiences hopping across the multiverse.

So this was what it was like being on the other end of that... no wonder most people he met tended to freak out. If he didn't know, he'd be freaking out too.

Instead, he smiled a polite smile and offered the snacks he'd just bought.

✨ the aesthetic of you meme 🌙

"Hmm.

For "Give my muse an item and see how they react!" ///okay this one is for the knight/royalty AU, we can say it's further ahead of the current thread =) /// " What? You said it was difficult to see whatever it is you're looking for. Take it. " Terry held out the small silver flashlight, expecting him to accept it. When no immediate move was made to take it, he clicked the button on the side and suddenly light flooded the previously pitch black room. The teen would've used it himself, but only the other room's occupant knew what they were searching for.

Give my muse an item and see how they react!

🦇—-;; He'd seen devices like it of course, but nothing quite that small. Saves him from having to use one of his own little lights he carries with him that were basically glowsticks. It reminds him of them in a way, but the light is a bit more focused than what he had, like a lantern, but he didn't see any fire within it, magic or otherwise. He tilted his head, watching it curiously for a long moment before he looked up at the other man again. "Hn..."

He did move to take it then, inspecting it for a moment, testing the button a few times, at least to see if he could turn it off should anyone else come by. "My tools seem so primitive in comparison to this." He states. Primitive was perhaps the wrong word, but the technology behind his own was different.

she had thought she'd lost them back there. ( the meat heads that worked under her latest group of men she'd pissed off for running off with the bounty she'd promises to bring back to them after the job was done. ) Her lungs were on fire , and she'd lost her cane along the way , relying on the scrambled purchase of the walls to help navigate home.

" i got a weapon , y'know. " she says , almost heaving , it's dark & the headache she's sporting makes irritation a lot worse. it's an empty threat to the darkness that could either be an attribute to her paranoia , or something more sinister lurking in the darkness. the underbelly of the city didn't treat her well , but being fragile like she was , there was no way that cherri would ever admit to being weak.

she's raising the gun , finger testing the trigger , --

" i'll shoot unless ya show yerself , "