#batscain

"No, absolutely not. I'll say it again, she's not joining the Society."

please do but also let me yell at you about how bad all of the stand alone wolverine movies are until our lord and saviours logan (2017) and deadpool and wolverine (2024)

'  FREE  PUNCHLINE  '  ,  '  NO  CRIME  ,  NO  TIME  '  ,  '  WE  LOVE  YOU  !  '  ─  The  crowd  outside  the  courthouse  earlier  that  morning  had  all  sorts  of  signs;  masks  &  dolls,  too.  The  rush  of  escaping  death  had  been  exhilarating...  but  expected.  With  a  stacked  deck,  a  rigged  jury,  &  no  witnesses  alive  enough  to  testify  ─  she  was  bound  to  be  declared  free.  The  rush  made  the  next  part  all  the  more  exciting.

❝ What?  Is  vaping  illegal  too  now?  ❞

❝ You  did  see  the  verdict,  didn’t  you?  Kinda  hard  to  miss,  but  I’m  a  free  woman  now.  ❞  She  grinned,  not  turning  around  yet;  the  view  forward  was  much  more  beautiful  anyway.  ❝ Between  the  two  of  us,  Gotham  thinks  you're  more  of  a  criminal  than  me.  ❞

@batscain; i'm still trying to find my identity.

hm.   that's   *one   way   to   earn   their   sympathy.   pocket   pauses,   eyes   darting   over   towards   cass   with   a   *glimmer   of   understanding   ⸺   they   get   it,   really.   it   was   hard   enough   to   find   oneself   in   *general,   but   having   to   find   oneself   in   the   midst   of   the   second   maelstrom   sounded   unattainable   ⸺   and   pocket   knew   from   *experience.   they   shrug   a   little,   sitting   down   as   they   let   their   feet   dangle   off   the   rooftop.

The most obvious answer is yes, of course he does. There's not a single iota in this man that wouldn't make plans for them. In a weird way, it's how Bruce shows he cares, because his planning all stems from—what is the worst thing that can happen? How can we plan to stop it? How can we plan to minimize any causalities, injuries, etc. ?

The kids are a part of those scenarios in his head. He's still very much a paranoid man, and constantly going over the worst things that could happen and it obviously takes a toll on him, but he does it because he is a scared of losing them. ANY OF THEM.

These plans very much are based on the rest of the kids helping or jumping in to bring the others back to the cave safely (and yes he has mini cells somewhere for that specific reason)

❝ hey cass, it's been a minute since we last hung out. ❞

this life they led didn't often give them time to spare, and when they did, they often spent time with their friends or partners rather then their family. not that they never saw their brothers ( and in dick's case, his sister ), but family matters made hanging out even more difficult than it needed to be. but he's been missing cassandra quite a lot recently, and it's made him realize he probably spent the least amount of time with her. hopefully, that would be changing.

❝ wanna go do something ? 's not like i had anything in mind, but i'm kinda bored and have the whole day free, so i'd like to hang out with you if you're up for it. ❞

❝ I do. There are not many here who I'd leave my thread in the hands of... ❞

The warrior at her side was one such trusted soul. The trust Diana had for them was forged in shadowed steel, durable enough to withstand much of this world's oddities and horrors.

The trust Diana had for him may not be as vaunted as the trust she held for Cass, but her heart was many-chambered, and its capacities were vast and swift-to-embrace.

a bat-shaped projectile whizzes past his ear, whispering along the fine hairs dusting just above. dean thrusts his shoulder down & rolls into the gravel to get away, surfacing just in time to see it plunge directly into the thigh of a man staggering toward them with coal black swollen out to the rims of his eyes. " are you kiddin' me? " dean grouses, flinging backward before unsheathing a flask filled with holy water from his pocket.

he barrels forward, flicking a sprinkle ahead as a temporary barricade to buy himself some time.

" okay ... that's kind of awesome, " he concedes, shagging salt in a swift circle. the stuff dusts around the demon's vessel & he staggers back to wait for a minute before getting to work with the rosary looped around his wrist. " but, i mean, " dean shrugs, flipping open a book with the latin inscription marked inside with the spine in his palm. " halloween's four months away. "