#catclaxs

My Tumblr Crushes:

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aprincessagoddess

ms-feline-fatale

flashgotthis

goldcnlasso

1stofficerspock

💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

32 My muse must mercy-kill yours.

The steady beep of the heart monitor grates on his nerves, it makes his skin crawl and he hates it. It reminds of when he would visit his father and in a way, it’s just like that. He is watching someone who had became a mother to him die. They’re in the Manor, Bruce had refused to put her in the hospital instead, hiring the best physician to care for her from home. It’s terminal and there’s nothing a hospital could do so maybe it’s a good thing.

Tim doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want to do this. He feels like it’s immoral and just plain unethical. Perhaps he is only thinking that as a way to talk himself down from it. He is scared and uncertain. Bruce is too far G O N E to make any rational decision regarding the matter. He doesn’t want to loose another person and frankly, Tim can’t blame him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Tim asks again, his voice wavering and unable to hold that aire of confidence he can usually fake. He feels vulnerable and exposed and he wonders briefly how Selina feels. Clearly, the pain had grown unbearable if she was asking one of her Robin’s to put her out of his misery.

Tim doesn’t want this, he knows how it will weigh on his soul, he knows the effect it will have on him. He doesn’t want to do this, he wants to turn on his heel and leave but the way she looks at him with those pleading eyes, miserable and fading, he knows he can’t just leave.

So he does it, first he unplugs the monitor, he doesn’t think he can handle the sounds any longer then he pushes a L E T H A L dose of morphine into the IV and she thanks him, her eyes looking brighter than they have in months. It provides a little comfort to him but it doesn’t stop the tears that are beginning to streak his cheeks. 

          ❛ i’ve nev’r met a g’rl like you b’f’re . . . ❜  

                                                ♚ —– &&.  ❫ @catclaxs​ // jealously starters // accepting!!

{♡} “Hey S, ya know you really oughta stop with the cat schitck? Like, I think ya need to try and get out more.” Harley mused, toying with Selina’s hair gently, raising her brows in amusement.

“Ooh! Ya ever think about signin’ up for Tinder? I swear to god all of the Rogues got one. It’s kinda fuckin’ h i l a r i o u s.” She snorted, laying out over the other woman, yanking her phone out of her purse and opening up her app. She slid threw the pictures and stopped on Oswald’s, nearly falling off of the couch in laughter.

Tim stared at her from his spot on his bed, fingers freezing against the keys of his laptop the moment those words left her lips, Tim’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. There was a sickness twisting in his stomach thinking over how he could even begin to explain that it was Jason Todd coming and fucking him senseless every night.  Bruce certainly wouldn’t be pleased to hear of this, however, he wasn’t sure what Selina’s stance on the matter would be.