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6: Do you think that killing is ever justified?

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together 

The rain was heavy and loud enough along with the continuous dull roar of thunder that he couldn’t hear what Bruce was saying, but he could sort of make out that he was pointing to their left even as they ran down the streets. Sunday evening, everything looked closed, but it turned out that Bruce had better eyesight than Edward, at least when it was dark. 

He was pretty sure (really hoped) the startled noise that escaped his mouth was drowned out too when Bruce grabbed his wrist and yanked him along.

Edward’s glare was met with an even gaze once they ducked inside. He retaliated by flipping his hair in Bruce’s direction, though they were soaked enough that it didn’t make much of a difference.

Bruce looked less than pleased. Edward turned and started to wring out his shirt and pretended he didn’t really care.

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

There are doorframes that don’t have walls between them, or doors attached. He thought they were made of gold, but when he looks closer, he sees that they’re just painted that way, little flecks falling off and showing dark wood beneath.

He stands in the same place, glancing down at the tiles (that looks like what their apartment has in the kitchen, except with blue designs instead of dirty orange) that radiate from his feet to between the doorframes to whatever’s past them all, which he can’t see because they go off into the pale cream horizon.

Bruce walks somewhere behind him, though Edward doesn’t always see him when he turns his head. Most of the time when he does, he’s holding a pile of books, or a notebook, and he never walks through the doorframes proper, just through where the walls should’ve been. 

Bruce shrugs when he asks why, he can somehow tell even though he’s not looking that time, the sound of his footsteps not skipping a beat, and he says something about that’s what the criminals expect you to do.

The footsteps stop eventually, and when Edward turns around to see why, the only thing he finds is a pile of crumpled papers as tall as Bruce and two times wider, covered in words he can’t make out well enough to read, hastily scrawled in inks of red and blue.

He tries to pick one up from the top, and instead they all tumble down over the tiles. A few roll through some nearby doorframes, and they don’t come out the other side.

Edward wouldn’t answer. For a few reasons, but the main one on his mind was that if he opened his mouth, he knew he would choke on the lump in his throat, and he’d start to cry. 

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging 

Obviously Bruce is highly disciplined and doesn’t allow himself to indulge very often. But when he does it’s usually to forward his interest in cars or to actually let somebody get close to him.

14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) 

In his later years Bruce walks with a very noticeable limp, as a result of the the stab wound in his knee from the Joker, combined with his years of crime-fighting.

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Likely he would start writing down random notes and clues from cases, or just things that pop into his mind that he’d like to revisit at a later date.

33. Concept of home and family? 

To Bruce anybody that come’s under his care is family. Even if he isn’t their legal guardian he still takes them into his heart when he remembers those he loves. As for home, he’d rather be no other place then the manor, which he considers one of the last mementos of his parents.

43. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Mirrormask Sentence Meme

The night was dark. Not the vague, muzzy, misty dark that Griffin was used to while on stake-outs, when he had floodlights and blinking security cameras to keep him company, but a thick and inky black that was broken only by the frail yellowed beam from his flashlight. He spent the night holed up in a watchtower.

He didn’t like it at all. Bats fluttered around and snatched bugs out of the air, flying in the path of his flashlight ever-so-often.

Things were quiet, though.

“Why don’t you look out the window?”

 And that made Griffin squeak, and indeed look out the window.

"—the Batman‽"

Mirrormask Sentence Meme

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