#herkingofgotham

{☆} “Do I L O O K like some little T H I N G for you to play with?” Gamora snarled, struggling in her restraints. Carried like an I N F A N T by some faceless thug, slung carelessly over his shoulder, she was R A G E. “I will break free from these and S L A U G H T E R you where you stand!” 

The explosion had discombobulated the Guardians and separated them from one another. She had overheard that their capture was a part of some B I G G E R plan, by some group of villains. 

This is what happened when the Guardians chose to D A L L Y in Terra for a little bit longer than they should. She’d remind herself to beat the H E L L out of Peter for this later. It only made sense. The  D E S T R U C T I O N of Thanos meant that they were now well known. Meaning they were T A R G E T S.

Again.

The Zen-Whoberi hissed and snarled, squirming against her bindings. “Let me go you P A T H E T I C worm!” Her eyes had gone nearly B L A C K with rage, spit and fury flying from her lips as she glared at the C L O W N. 

“You have made the W O R S T mistake of your L I F E.”

  This was nerve wracking to say the least. The pit in her   stomach though, wasn’t as distracting as the emptiness    in her heart. Penelope hadn’t personally had any interaction   with this guy before - but she’d heard he was the one to go   to if you needed to...FORGET. Lips pursed, the dethroned    princess waltzed up to the boy.                                                     “ I - I uh, how much will $150 get me. ”   It was clear she didn’t know what she was doing. Hell, she    didn’t even know what drugs she was asking for. It was    visible how scared she was. She avoided eye contact, looked   to the ground. Penelope wasn’t herself. 

{✗} “What do you W A N T?” The cold question slipped from her lips before she even glanced up from her book. She recognized the voice, and instantly felt the familiar A N N O Y A N C E when dealing with Jack Napier. Selina rolled her eyes to the side and gathered her books, tossing them into her bag. 

@herkingofgotham hit 💚 for a ( V. we are the breakfast club ) starter !

"𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀, I swear to God, it isn’t true,” Pamela said to him, face glowing like a stoplight as she held up both hands in front of her chest. But her eyes couldn’t pick between the intensity of his, or the phone clutched in his hand with Ryder’s latest post up on it.

“Seriously... please, don’t think I’d like... I wouldn’t do that, and I’m not like that, either!” Maybe that part was a lie. Maybe; that was the problem. She honestly couldn’t be SURE. But she damn well knew she wasn’t trying to chase Harley up a tree and make out with her or anything crazy like that, so the rumours were unfounded.

{♡} Harley always had a certain life p l a n to follow. She’d get her bachelor’s in psychology, take that to Gotham Medical where she’d become the s e c o n d Dr. Quinzel in her family, meet a man, fall madly, deeply in l o v e, they’d get married, and they’d have two (maybe three–depending on his job) kids. Of course, her life was already off that path, but not ridiculously strayed. She had met Jack while working on her bachelor’s degree, they became serious after graduation and now here she was, three years (and four years with Jack) into medical school–living with the man that she had fallen madly, d e e p l y in love with. Sure, they had agreed that marriage may be best after she earned her doctorate, but they hadn’t even discussed the remote possibility of kids.

  Which suddenly seemed like a p r o b l e m.

   Signs had been going off that something was wrong for a few weeks, give or take. She had been coming home more e x h a u s t e d, looking drained of all energy. The nausea wouldn’t come until mid-afternoon, rudely interrupting her minuscule lunch break. So, she’d come home hungry and a n n o y e d–maybe a little short and snappy with her boyfriend who really didn’t deserve it. 

  Pam suggested the pregnancy test–not Harley, not Selina. She refused to allow this to further stray her from her life path (not that Jack was an unhappy detour), but this was so much different. A b a b y wasn’t something either one of them could handle at the moment–not with as much work they both had. Harley only had one m o r e year of medical school, one more before she began a job at the Arkham Asylum and somehow a baby felt like it would just…get in the way.

  She rushed home from school, beating Jack to the apartment and locked herself in the bathroom with her liter of o r g a n i c apple juice and the three boxes of pregnancy tests (god bless Costco), throwing her purse against the door to bar any other entry. It felt like hours before her phone timer chimed and even then she couldn’t open her eyes. Her heart beat rapidly in her ears, seemingly in time with the now opening front door.