#flmed

akina looks uninterested . elbows on the arms of the sofa , a leg lazily swung over the other , covered appropriately with black lace because she couldn't walk into this stupid ball with legs are bare as hers .. she wore a longer dress . she didn't even let her shoulders show ─ and when they come home , she simply looks exhausted . her heels are tossed across the living room , as she sits and watches him glance at them ─ a small smirk on her lips . well , he never took her to these gatherings unless she threw a tantrum but this evening he was being an absolute darling . johann stands there for a while , looks like he's about to say something and unfortunately what leaves his lips only make akina burst out in quiet fits of giggles . oh heavens help her , she's whipped . when her chuckles die down , she reaches behind herself to undo her black locks and let them fall on her shoulders . covered shoulders , mind you . ‘ yeah , i'm a sweetheart . i didn't even hurt that blue dress when she kissed your cheek . ‘ yeah , europeans have more intimate ways of greeting each other apparently . she's accepted that too ─ she had to , otherwise she'd make a scene in a party that his ex was also attending . akina smiles , stares at him , and eventually mumbles ; ‘ aren't i a good girl ? ‘

the klub is smoky, dancers tittering and giggling after their performance, fetching drinks for all the clientele that have beckoned them over. sally herself moves through the place like a cat, cigarette dangling between her lips and glass of gin swinging from her fingertips. it's a hell of a place, berlin. she had fallen in love with the excess of it all the second she stepped foot there not that long ago. could barely speak a lick of the language, but that didn't seem to matter at the klub, where she was a main attraction.

OC ASKS: not so nice edition. status: accepting.

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

answered here!

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

her past does, more specifically all the things she went through as a teenager: falling in love with a grown man and having a relationship with him, and all the abuse that followed it. in a lot of ways, she still hasn't fully processed it. it took pat years to acknowledge it as abuse and not just a love affair gone wrong, and even after this realization she still alternates between (rightfully) feeling angry and disgusted, and fooling herself into thinking she had any control over the situation.

she handles it quite poorly, often feeling like what happened still dictates her behavior and her decisions even now, over a decade later. fantasizing about revenge is one of the only things that brings her comfort, but even then it won't erase what happened and the likelihood that this will continue to haunt her for a long time is very high.

Jamie pauses, blinking. “What, are you some bloke in the England Twitter replies?” Tartt versus Saka. Arsenal versus Richmond versus City. It’s his fucking birthday and he’s fucking done with it. “We’ll see. Got a lot of football to play.”

it is an old building situated in the heart of gotham , the lion's den as some refer to a structure that's mission was to uphold justice and see to it that the people of gotham remained safe. the floor veined marble , a building built by bruce's very bloodline , alan wayne (a body that lay at rest , for the time being upon wayne grounds ; murder was suspected but never brought to the general public). the furniture oak and antiquated , it seemed the DA wanted for nothing or perhaps it was right to say that gil colson kept himself in the lap of luxury.

❝ feel free to form your own opinion ,  though it appears you already have . ❞ / @flmed

bruce eyes the flooring , as words that feel more akin to a chide are offered his way. if the other is meant to make bruce feel like a petulant child then ? the other's words are sharpened exactly so , and their design met. there is a moment in which he chooses a sort of calmness , a humility - it is a learned practice.

' i don't believe his aim is to go after government members ' bruce takes a beat , and eyes go from flooring to look at the other , ' vigilante - ... ' a scoff , ' i'm convinced he has serious underlying issues - a bat johann , since you've taken up office have you felt threatened ? ' bruce's eyes round with the faintest hint of amusement , and he goes to settle into couch as his fingers reach across desk and pull GOTHAM GAZETTE his way , ' if i could go after this publication i would ' the heading reads : BATFREAK ! LOOSE IN GOTHAM AND TAKING HIS REVENGE.

there's an inelegance to copy , ' i think we should start to wonder just who sofia falcone has gotten her talons into ' brows arch as he inhales and goes to then fold over newspaper , ' arkham asylum is bursting at the seams ... ' then going to lean elbow against chair as arm rises and fingers rest against temple , ' it was my families legacy , my great uncle - on the arkham side taking up william tuke's beliefs ' a sharp inhale , ' my family has been known to have a bout of madness about them ... his brilliance cut short as he seemed possessed by methods that bordered on brutal '

the history that fills room has a reasoning behind it , if i am to be bruce wayne - i have to confront my past , for it is my present. this city slumped in the sadness that so bleeds into our very bones. it is then when i lick my lips , and i can sense the bloodline of the arkhams holding me by my very neck. the tie so taut that it never fails to impress. instead what i offer is the slight readjustment of my frame , and the casual shrug.