#interfectors

             Disappointment  was  evident  upon  her  pale  features.  Like  she'd  somehow  been  HOPEFUL  James  would  protest,  that  he  would  tell  her  it  was  NEVER  too  late.  Barbara  knew  better  though.  She  was  an  INTELLIGENT  woman,  of  course  she  knew  better.  There  was  BLOOD  on  her  hands  now  and  not  a  stranger's  blood  either,  but  the  blood  of  her  own  parents.  It  seemed  IMPOSSIBLE  for  them  to  ever  come  back  from  that  together.

             But  then  a  hand  extended  towards  hers  and  his  touch  is  kind.  Gentle.  Like  TWO  FRIENDS  confiding  in  one  another,  which  was  at  least  better  than  nothing.  Lump  formed  in  the  back  of  her  throat,  EMOTION  threatening  to  overwhelm.  'I  killed  them,  Jim.'  She  could've  lied.  Could've  allowed  people  to  believe  it  was  Jason,  but  then  how  could  she  ever  move  forward?  Barbara  wanted  what  he  was  offering  and  to  take  that,  she  NEEDED  to  be honest.  'He  made  me  kill  them.'

roiling words pluck her begrudgingly to follow the poorly lit corridor down to turn the knob of a closed door open. she stands at the edge of a dissipating brawl between younger cops and the resident forensic scientist. the pungent mash of caitiff sweat from three bodies floats up to nip her at the nose as they squeeze past her and out the room. lee's brows crease with chasms of concern, spreading to nygma ---- one co-worker; not close but close enough for her to move mountains for.

'   hey, ed, '  perhaps the silence that falls here runs deeper than just a blip in conversation ---- what could she say to someone she couldn't help?     '   are you okay?   '

            Her response isn’t quite as reassuring as one might hope. The last thing Alfred wants to become is a nuisance. But, for now, he’ll accept the invitation to linger. It was creeping closer and closer to nighttime, sun setting in bright orange colours outside and not a single part of him desired to leave just yet because it would mean returning to a cold, empty Manor. To a home that didn’t quite feel like a home anymore.

            He'd become lost since Bruce decided to take it upon himself to roam the streets with Selina. He kept the house clean, of course. Cooked meals, did the chores. It was lonesome though and more often than he'd care to admit, the butler found himself venturing into town, hoping to catch a glimmer of the kid he worried so much about, just to reassure himself he was still alive. No such luck, however, much to Alfred's disappointment. Lips formed a tired, strained smile, nodding once in appreciation. Might as well make conversation while he was here.  

                     ❛ You look as bored as I feel. ❜

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1. OKAY BUT KURT--- KURT AND I MET IN THE STAR WARS FANDOM AND WILL FOREVER BE THE BEN YOLO TO MY SWEET BABY REY. Reybens for EVER.

2. I mentioned the fact that Kurt and I met and had such instant chemistry as writers that we were just iNSTASHIPPING our trashbabies right? I don’t know what it is about Kurt’s writing, that has every single muse I write just falling into instant like with their own muses but there ya go-- I basically just want a hundred million any kind of ship with Kurt because Kurt is a-freaking-mazing.

3. ALSO; GRAPHICS AND HTML. Kurt TALKED ME THROUGH CODING APRIL’S MOST RECENT THEME OVER HAUL. As in, I understand how the hell to code popups, ALMOST ENTIRELY BECAUSE OF KURT. Legit; I would never have changed April’s theme were it not for the kindness and support of people who are far cleverer and more talented than I.

4. ALSO KURT’S WRITING. Just... -gushes ridiculously- I cannot, our newest trash-ship is Digs and April and just... excuse me while I roll around in the heap okay. There is something about bad guys and April that I just... am utterly enamored of, and Kurt seems all too willing to let me damage my baby emotionally. 

5. Real talk; I’ve known Kurt probably since December of last year and we seriously just... hit it off. They’re smart and savvy and fucking.... brilliant okay and I have legitimately no idea how I got so lucky to not only meet, but make friends with them? This happens often with me and my writing partners? We just start talking and develop such intense and vibrant world’s and much of that is owed to Kurt’s capabilities and fluency in their character’s own nuanced personalities.