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BATMAN: ARKHAM CITY.

@eldrichlaugh​ said:  “ aww, you remember me. i’m touched.” // Jason

FEELS LIKE HE’S THAT TEENAGER. Again. Curled up on the freezing cold floor, only the aftertaste of iron gracing his taste buds for days. And it feels like he’s getting dizzy again. The clunks and the bangs, and the disembodied shrieks bouncing within the walls covered with scraped wall paint ( he can still remember the placement of the trails his nails left ). It could drive anyone crazy. OH, DEAR— He really thought he would end up just like him, that he’d have his own gruesome ‘ ONCE UPON A TIME ’ spiel. 

Sometimes Jason looks into the mirror and doesn’t quite see himself. Sometimes Jason thinks he did turn out just like him. Sometimes Jason loses count of the mirrors he’s smashed because he could’ve sworn there was this GREEN-HAIRED TERROR looming up above his shoulder. Sometimes Jason even wishes that guns wouldn’t have become the extension of his arms.

   IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF HIM.    IT’S ALWAYS BEEN BECAUSE OF HIM.

Fingers clutch both pistols tighter, more firmly. Yet he keeps them down. For now. And he’s thankful he’s got his helmet on, so vitreous eyes and quivering lips remain hidden. Hopefully, the voice modifier hides his fright just as impeccably.

         Wait..... WHAT? What did that have to do with anything? For a moment, he worried the lunatic knew about his secret identity. Time to play it off, of course.

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SOFT INTIMACY MEME | @eldrichlaugh said: 🌱 - Plant seedlings with my muse (Sphenophyllum miravallis will prove tricky to cultivate in the Anthropcene, but it will make for an interesting experiment)

This shell is DEFT in its handling of its fellow organism, grip FIRM BUT FAIR. Constellations twinkle behind hues that reflect the sky beneath which they’re TRAPPED, home a long ways away as they REFUSE to eject themselves from their casings. She doesn’t mean to, but lips curve upwards, humanity slinking from the bones that are hers to express her approval of the activity, the physical form not entirely USELESS in its design ( although still RUDIMENTARY ). It is so like him to try and breathe LIFE into something meant to be LONG GONE, but she entertains the activity, deep earth covering moon - shaded hands as they glow from beneath the PETRICHOR of their own creation. Her host still controls her TONGUE, the voice a surprise every time it slips past.