#blondebatsy

he grins. or at least, he tries to. whether the expression on his face ends up as he hopes, he guesses he'll never know. "it's the drugs." which is true, actually. he's on this unfortunate schedule with his pain killers where he gets them right before visiting hours. "i got stabbed a bamjillion times, don't i get a pass?" @blondebatsy

What a sorry sight he must be, curled up against an absurd mountain of pillows and the fluffiest of blankets.

Concussed. Two broken ribs. A sprained ankle.

"... Who ratted me out? Dick? Alfred?" God, he was certain he replaced her from being his emergency contact years ago. It's been... too long. And not long enough.

@blondebatsy --- 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 .

Send ۞ and I will introduce you to one of my other muses.

“I think that this Batman situation is one of the best things that has happened to Gotham City,” Vicki said as she puffed on a cigarette. “He’s cleaned up the joint and made sure that the bad guys do time and he hasn’t killed anybody in the process. I’d say that’s pretty good and he’s got Falcone, Cobblepot, and all the other big names in town afraid of him, too, so that’s another plus in my book.”

She placed the cigarette in an ashtray and allowed to smoke. Her face became contemplative. “I wonder who he really is. I’ve heard rumors that he’s a rich guy or that he has a sponsor. I believe that because of the tech, but I don’t really think that he does what he does for the fame, if you get my drift. I think he does it because he’s a halfway decent human being that wants to clean up this place and make it habitable again and I say, ‘Amen to that!’”

Gotham City was like New York except if one took all of the nice bits and replaced them with perpetual darkness and chaos. Kendall had often tried to bow out of business meetings there, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Logan wanted him to strike this deal with Bruce Wayne and had practically pushed Kendall onto the helicopter, so that he could get it for him.

So here Kendall was sitting in the lobby of one of Gotham’s five star hotels. He heard the clicking of heels on the marble floors and the patter of little feet as they ran here or there. Near him in an armchair was a woman who wore extremely expensive perfume and was talking to an elderly gentleman on a couch. There was also a blonde nearby who seemed like she didn't belong in a place like this.

“How often do you, uh, come here?” Kendall asked.