#blackmagicka

Selina looked at the girl that was near her and took a breath. “You look like a woman that’s seen a lot of crazy shit and risen above it.” Call it her time with Bruce: those things seemed to etch on peoples’ faces in a way she recognized.

He slipped through familiar halls, as always, careful to not spill blood on the carpeting, lest Jeanette have to scold him again. Back in the comfort of home, with his best friend's stuffed torso, his pet monkeys, and the generous supply of gelatin he'd left in the refrigerator under a sticky note very politely requesting none of his housemates partake. Being as the sun was still up, he doubted anyone would be awake or present, and let out a sigh of contentment as his own room came into sight. Just at the end of the hall, past the four rooms belonging to Thomas and Lawton on one side, Scandal and Bane on the other. His own, just across from Lori's. His footfall was light and he took some comfort in knowing, beyond any doubt, that any sort of where-the-hell-did-you-get-off-to conversations could wait until later.

Wanna tell me what you're doing here, kid? I'm kinda on the job.