#circusblud

while‎ ‎ casually‎ ‎ spinning‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ ‎blue‎ ‎ ecrima‎ ‎ stick‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ gloved‎ ‎ hand,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎the‎ ‎ markswoman‎ ‎ arches‎ ‎ an‎ ‎ eyebrow‎ ‎ at‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ remark‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ his.

CRUSADE   FORGED   INTO   BRUTAL   ORDEAL,   gotham's   veins   fed   upon   sinners   &   saints   alike,   grinding   flesh   against   concrete   until   virtue   and   depravity   became   indistinguishable   beneath   bruised   ruin.   there,   acid's   cruel   baptism   transfigured   white   knight   into   rampant   gunman,   rendered   deaf   by   vengeance   and   blinded   by   coin's   decree.   duality   marked   his   gang;   monochrome   silhouettes   dividing   colors   in   the   middle   prowled   between   gambling   machines,   drifting   through   neon's   sickly   glow   with   duffel   bags   at   their   sides,   and   M16s   on   their   grip.   he's   there,   too.

OLYMPIA PHOTO STUDIO THANKS YOU FOR YOUR PREFERENCE, MR. @circusblud ! I thought you… I saw you get shot.

YOUR HEART SKIPS A BEAT AT WORDS LIKE THAT, INCOMING NOSTALGIA WITHOUT ANY FOUNDNESS ATTACHED. A chilli late evening alike others, survailling the neighbourhoods how they used to when younger and practicing new stuns across Gotham City for their own enjoyment; no longer the dark knight's streets this time aorund, but at his own domain in Blüdhaven and throughout its shine bright skyline. They were supposed to be catching up, watching some movies or binge-watching some old TV show as background noise while they dove into snacks and whatever they had bought for their monthly bonding night 𝄖 duty calls, often unforgiving, and she figure out it wouldn't hurt if Troia gave Nightwing a hand, right?

Well, wrong.

It all went as it usually goes. Bad guys are idiots, they underestimate you, they think they'll simply get away ... and they never count on super powers of some sort, hence hers. The tug made the mistake, upon the vigilantes view, of raising his gun towards her before she disarmed him quickly, and Donna swore she saw her friend shortcircuit. The entire road to his apartament had been silent, with her constant watch over his antics and fidgeting with his fingers. Anxiety, burning form the inside and out.

she should've known she'd find him at the stables. however, duty calls, and so she does her best not to make her presence known as she makes her way to her horse, whispering sweet words as she pets the stallion's head. she knows, unfortunately, that it's inevitable that with the two of them in such close quarters, they're going to have to talk to each other eventually.

eventually, she turns her head to look at him, the sunlight flooding into the stable bathing him in light in a way that made her want to throw something. it wasn't fair that after all this time, he still made her heart race like crazy. " i do hope you've kept up with your training, " she says as she looks back to her horse, finally breaking the silence between them. the first words she's spoken to him since before he left after his engagement. " welcome back, your highness. "

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