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[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

Dick offers a noncommittal in response to Ayleen's question. He hadn't quite made it out over the ringing in his ears that hadn't stopped since he had taken the hit. He had collided headfirst with some sword weirdo, taking a cut to his arm in the process. At least the other guy didn't make it out unscathed either. Dick could take solace in that.

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the first thing helena tastes when she kisses nerve is blood, she recognises that metallic saltiness before she barely has a chance to process the warmth of woman’s lips, the sort of depth she wants to drown in now that she has fallen past the surface and let the dams open and all hells loose.

“you’re alive,” she murmers in between gasping exhales, swiftly coming back like strengthening ocean waves. “you’re okay.”

as gloved hands slowly cup the redhead’s face, the masked brunette tilts her head, leaning closer to not only savour the moment but pour all of herself into it, as if love alone can undo everything nerve has valiantly endured. likely not, but why wouldn't it be worth a shot anyway?

— none of this can really count as “professionalism”, “teamwork”, or “camarederie”; “moral support” is a stretch. there are numerous ways to express your relief upon discovering your vigilante-in-arms is alive that does not involve crashing your lips against hers, the way your worlds have collided and your lives have crossed, cradling her face as if god has never given you anything to hold before.

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omggg lemme talk about diana for a second even though we haven't done much lately she is ALWAYS a joy to talk to.

she lets me cook up the most dramatic little storylines and always understands when I lose the spoons for something. I'm always excited to see her back on the dash and to chat about our girls.

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There’s a tapping sound coming from the arcade, easily missed by the other loud noises of the accompanying games at the fair. It’s persistent and growing more panicked. It’s coming from a claw machine game, a young girl no older than 6 had somehow climbed inside and was now stuck. A shark plushie in hand as she hopped around and taps impatiently on the glass of her newfound cage. “Please! Someone get me outta here!”

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🦇—-;; The fair was often a place Bruce altered his usual patrol route to keep a better eye on, just watching the people enjoy their evening, trying to make sure it remains uninterrupted by anyone looking to sour the mood. This was Gotham after all, hoping something like that wouldn't happen would be a mistake. So, he's been watching from a neighbouring building, close enough to hear various conversations that pass underneath him, but away from most of the noise of the machines and rides. He doesn't attend the fair anymore, hasn't since he was a kid, not unless he'd been dragged along by a date, but that hasn't happened in years now. So, the Bat was keeping vigil tonight, listening for trouble.

And it seems someone had gotten themselves stuck, probably wouldn't have been easily noticed immediately, but the special devices in his ears that let him listen in distantly had picked up on that insistent tapping, even over to god awful arcade noise. Bruce frowns and casts a glance towards the machines in question, pausing upon the sight. How no one else had seen her yet was a little concerning. Still, the Bat moves his way across the building, and down to where they were, careful that he doesn't startle anyone, or cause a panic with his presence, since it's well known he's normally around if there's trouble at this point and he didn't want people thinking that.

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Somehow, Eve ended up getting separated from Mark and Terra when they were visiting the marketplace. She had been living in space for nearly a whole decade, but sometimes the ginger felt clueless when it came to situations such as this. An alien bounty hunter snatched the female up and took her away somewhere before getting sold off to some lap. They must have wanted to use the human female for experiments, as she was sitting in a cage when she noticed another human across the room. Blinking her eyes, as her face was twisted with rage, she called out to the other woman softly.

@aculeonervus said | ► take your girlfriend on a traditional Galran date/ courtship ritual | Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

Plum brows furrowed at the command given. While that wasn't exactly an issue - the problem was she was rather worried about the end results of that. Galran courtship wasn't pretty. Nor was it romantic to many other species. It's rough - it involves trust with the risk of your potential mate sinking their fangs into your neck with the intent to kill. Yet there's also a thrill to it all. A strange dance between love and death.

❝ Ayleen - are you certain about this? You are aware of how Galran courts one another, yes? ❞

Furrowed brow raising up instead. Plum lips pursing as her hands rest upon the curves of her hips. Staring down at the smaller of the two women.