Sep 17, 2025
" 𝐀𝐍𝐃 … 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀 ! " lois catches a ( probably completely safe ) falling @arkhamdecay. " hi jason. wait ... does clark do this a lot ? ... mine was cooler, right ? "
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" 𝐀𝐍𝐃 … 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐀 ! " lois catches a ( probably completely safe ) falling @arkhamdecay. " hi jason. wait ... does clark do this a lot ? ... mine was cooler, right ? "
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[𝖀]ndone in his vision, droplets of blood follow like glitter, or sand. You'd think with the amount of experience she's had – FEASTING ON THE NEIGHBOUR'S SON – she'd be used to this. And crouched down on all fours, hands painted red with the delicate insides of a date gone wrong, it seems she is used to it. [BUT IS HE?] & should he be? Luckily, her back is facing him, so his eyes can't fall onto the ugly... It isn't for that reason though – SHE'S GOT A NICE BEHIND. The only distraction she can think of in such a short span of time. White slits turn into cyan hues, and she catches a glimpse of her extraordinary through a slight reflection from the moonlight – a full moon* accompanying her sadistic rituals. She turns halfway to let him catch a glimpse of her face, before ebony lashes become fuller & her hair sports a lustrous, bouncy finish – THANKS TO A SPEEDY METABOLISM. She may be covered in someone else's rot, but she really is a sight for sore eyes: Lips plump, siren eyes fluttering, and skin the shade of honey.
@arkhamdecay* " So, who's next? / –
[𝚃]reading ever-so carefully, the zombitch offers him a genuine smile. This isn't the first time she's seen Jason, lingering in shadows and corners just to spark up a conversation or two – or something other than just a conversation. BUT IF ANYTHING... It's only ever been friendly, & it's not like Jennifer hasn't had him at the back of her mind, wondering just how exhilarating it'd be to finish him off with one big – CHOMP! Alas, there's no fun in that, and before anything: she needs her fun.
❝ 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. ❞ Purring, she straightens the hem of her shirt, cleavage peeking through a grey zip-up hoodie – cut from the bottom to accentuate her midriff. Movement like a snake, how each step drapes around the soil beneath her heels – like an embrace of carnality, walking closer & closer before she stops in her tracks to let a finger curl under his chin.
* ❝ 𝕴 wouldn't mind a ₜaₛₜe of – you right about now. ❞
stay out of trouble .
𝕱elicia's florescent mane is a treaty flag in the black of night. september's twilight just a dive away, the breeze drifts past the crinkle of deadened autumn leaves, up to where the two of them prowl the skyscrapers of GOTHAM. one hand, gleaming 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔰 augmented, brushes past white - gold flyaways to just behind her ear which she angles t'wards his timbre. 𝓑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 ℭᵃᵗ simpers with a smile, exposing the severity of each canine — the ones she had buried into his shoulder just the night before last. ❛❛ you know me, 𝑅ed. 𝒕rouble is my middle name. ❜❜ as sleek as the SHADOWS themselves, she tests her luck, wandering closer to the BEAR - TRAP that is 𝐉ASON — the center of her palm nuzzles his jaw, up to the sharp jut of his cheekbone with a care nearing reverence. ❛❛ same goes for you. 𝓫𝓮 GOOD, won't you ? ❜❜ * @arkhamdecay .ᐟ
❛ useless motherfucker, that’s what she called me! ❜ 😭
ah nearly choke on ma cigarette when he says it. jason's pacing, hands in his hair like he’s just found out he’s been replaced by a toaster. i cannae quite help myself. — surely thit’s enough to make you look inward, no? aye, cannae help myself.
— or fuck it, ah say, admonished, — fuck her! get yirself a backbone, bit ay confidence. jason todd: indispensable. sounds fuckin good, eh?
𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙽 (𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸) 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 // 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 @arkhamdecay ❛ the city’s eating itself. maybe it’s beyond saving. but i have to try. ❜
❝ you know, sometimes you batboys sound scarily alike. ❞ dawn breaks over the city, giving way to the bright morning sun. the face of the clocktower casts the floor in a shadow, amongst it two figures sit. the ends of barbara's chopsticks poke at the dregs at the bottom of her carton, small pieces of noodle, flakes of chicken, and a stray vegetable coated in sauce. the remains of a meal from the only place in gotham that delivers after 4am. ❝ wonder where you get it from. ❞ only then does she look to jason, and the smile slips slightly from her lips. for a moment she sees the boy he was before, until the image is blinked away.
there they sit, the people who stepped from the ashes of batgirl and robin. changed at the hands of the same man, for better or for worse. she discards the practically empty carton, closing the space between where they had stationed themselves. close enough to talk, yet with so much space between them. ❝ there's always been crime in gotham. long before either of us donned the capes, long before my father got his badge - long before bruce was even born. there will probably be crime in gotham long after we're all gone. ❞ there's no hesitation as she reaches out to place a hand, one she hopes to bring comfort, to rest on his forearm. ❝ even if we never save the city, i have to believe we've made a difference. ❞
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@arkhamdecay ════ ゛ starter call ! ˎˊ˗
purse is dumped out onto the table; unceremoniously. she'd been blindly trying to sort through it for at least three minutes at this point, and had decidedly given up. out spills the contents. or, better put, lack thereof. two rats come scurrying out of it, rudely begin searching their plates for crumbs. there's a bag of peanuts that she or the aforementioned rodents had already gotten into, seeing how it's only filled to half capacity. what appears to be some crumpled pieces of paper, and — oh, a handgun.
odette blinks. she was at least hoping for . . . she doesn't know, maybe a couple of cents? a dollar, even? a fiver if she was lucky? there are no such finds, not even a measly penny. jason is nervously looked to across the way. ❝ i .. uh, i may be broke. even more 'den i thought. ❞ oops. she does shove the gun back into her bag before any patrons could start screaming. that'd be bad. ❝ ... y' got anythin'? i am not good f'er payin' back. ❞
*jaybin vc* hi lois i ran away because bruce was being annoying and i didn't like it can i have an ice pop
𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋, the kent farm would succumb to the summer heat. the external ac units would bust, and in dire straits such as these, lois lane was eternally grateful they lived in the middle of nowhere. they'd kept the doors and windows fully open, allowing the seldom kansas breeze to whisk through the home.
and ... it apparently also allowed stray robins to waltz in.
he's upside - down from her languid pose on the couch. caked in sweat, her body is contorted in a bizarre orientation in her attempt to find a comfortable position. jon's nestled into her chest, stirring in the sickly heat.
" hey, sport ... way to stick it to your old man. " said dazedly, though a familiar smile creeps onto her mouth. as she often did, a hand worms its way into jasons hair, affectionately giving him a gentle jerk. ( she felt ... so much pride when she looked at jason. ) " you can have two ... as long as you bring me one. "
as jason leaves to pad to the kitchen, lois calls after him like it'd lapsed her memory. " --- but don't touch the ice ... clark froze the whole system. everything's kinda on the fritz this time of year. apparently it's like, two - hundred kelvin or something. "
@arkhamdecay // sibling bonding time
Dick knows his younger brother well. It's because he is well acquainted with Jason's likes and dislikes he brainstorms a surefire way to get a little extra sibling bonding time in. Dick is perched like a bird on the edge of the fire escape, squatting with his arms bent like wings for balance. It had been a busy night, one with many punches and kicks exchanged. Jason, even without his lethal tactics is still a force to be reckoned with. It makes Dick glad that they are family because having Jason as an enemy would suck.
The shine of a moving dumpster cybertruck is quick to catch Dick's eye, hence his offer to go destroy it. Jason is quick to glee and his acceptance of Dick's offer has him grinning from ear to ear. Rising to stretch his hands above his head, he flips off the fire escape, landing a few paces from Jason's well maintained bike. "Only if you promise to go at least 10 over. Speed limits are only for people bad at driving anyways."