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                                                 *   )    MISERY   MISERY   MISERY   ;   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖   𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜   𝚋𝚎   𝚜𝚘   𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈  ?    𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜   𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗   𝚊𝚜    𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜   𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕   ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂   𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕.   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝   ?    they   ask    as    tongues   sharpen   and   each   is   READY   for   whatever   battle   may   come   their   way.   

                                              emotions   checked   as    he   scans   the   crowd.   he   ,   the  OBVIOUS   TARGET.   no  ,   they   couldn’t   FORGIVE   easily   nor   is   there   TIME   for   slip-ups.   his   DESCENT   hadn’t   been   graceful   in   fact  ?   he   HIT   EVERY   SHARP   OBJECT   ON   HIS  WAY   DOWN.  there’s   a   knife   in   back  ,   a   broken   jaw  ,    and   lastly   scars   that   tell   a   tale   of   a   battle   that   seemed   to   be   unending.   ‘   do   you   believe   them   doctor  ?  ’     FEAR   it’s   MASKED   different   upon   the   ELITE    as  𝚒𝚝   𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜    𝚊   𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝   𝚆𝙰𝙵𝚃   𝚘𝚏   𝚆𝙰𝚁   𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵   𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.   𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑   𝚊   𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝   𝚊𝚜    𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴   𝚝𝚘   𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔   𝚞𝚙   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖.   EACH   EAGER   to   have   a   share   for  themselves.   

cass: 5'1" jonathan: 6'5"

social convention dictates, as it always does, a certain laying down of arms: the gala stretches out in front of him, jonathan at his side (a quick glance at dick, who is busy talking to a bottle blonde, no doubt telling her some sort of outrageous story -- but he was otherwise safe, uninjured, & unkidnapped). with a tilt of his head, refusing to let worry spark in his eyes, he stares down jonathan crane. bruce is never one to cause a scene, especially without the safety of his mask: he looks politely interested to anyone who might peer into their strange little conversation.   ‘‘what a way to start talking to someone,’’   bruce says, breezily, ignoring the strain at the corner of his eyes. a plan might be in motion already. this would be a handy distraction -- & a horrific place to strike, with so many people cooped up together, with bruce forced to wear the thin veneer of niceties.

" you are absolutely boring -- ”  and she’s doing it anyways,  diving for the fear toxin.  it doesn’t exactly go to plan,  and she ends up sprawled on the ground in front of him,  several feet short of her target.  damnit.  she should know better than to try anything fancy with a sprained ankle.  

HALLOWEEN MEME.   closed

          “Do I look --” he cuts himself short at the realization that there’s no way for Crane to see his expression in this darkness. He shakes his head in another automated response that also can’t be seen, thanks to this sudden total blackout.

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