#knightsaved

get a thought from odette's mind palace

Lex knows how to excite Eve. He knows dragging his fingertips across the naked skin of her lower stomach, where softness and sensitivity meet, will drive her wild. His touch is always a tease of what could happen but never a promise of what will. Even here, in the pool in the penthouse, with the sparkling lights of Metropolis shining diamonds on their skin, he is as likely to leave her high and dry as he is to give into what she wants.

Too bad playing the game of finding out what he'll do next is too a great a temptation for Eve to resist.

Slowly, at first, Lex collects strands of wet hair from her neck to expose her throat. As if his other hand working its magic just above the hem of her bikini isn't enough to make her whine. She is searching for her voice to beg for more, when he shows up. So quiet despite the big, bad armor! So sneaky, too! But there he is. A visitor she didn't know they were expecting, but by the way Lex smirks against her shoulder, this was the plan all along.

And Lex's plans have a way of becoming Eve's, too.

❛ Well, hey you! I didn't hear you come-- ❜ Eve raises her hand to wave, to be welcoming, when Batman cuts her off. He sounds upset with her as he revokes her sympathy card or pass or whatever. She rolls her eyes, because hadn't she warned him a long time ago? That betting on her goodness was like counting on a broken clock?

83.3% of the time it's just setting you up for disappointment.

❛ Batman. Are you still too uptight for a good show? ❜ Obviously, Batman is tense, and like any good hostess, Eve will do what she can to make him comfortable. At least, that's the official narrative... She tears off her bikini bra (RIP) and crumples the wet fabric to toss in his direction. ❛ First one's free! ❜ she cheers. It's sailing right for him.

Who knew she had such killer aim?

pre-established relationship - bold = definitely , italic = maybe , strike-through = definitely not

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends (i love writing early stages of the bruce-clark friendship)  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime (heroism in this case) /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other (i'm down for either platonic bromance or actual romance)

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

Oh, Ms. Teschmacher! What have you gotten yourself into now? This is what she gets for visiting Hackensack! After all, when was the last time anything good happened in the pits of New Jersey? No, no, no. This state has always been a portal to a Hell that would scare the scarlet off of Satan's flesh. This is just what she gets for trying to be a loving daughter! Because, when was the last time her mother tossed any shred of decency her way? That scorned woman has always treated Eve like a burden to punish rather than a daughter to celebrate. Yes, this is what Eve gets for being such a fool!

Ms. Teschmacher should be shedding her hometown like skin that no longer suits her figure, but it turns out she is not so prone to snake-like characteristics. It turns out, beneath the schemes and the deviousness, there is a heart buried somewhere deep.

Which is perhaps precisely how she finds herself in Gotham, in the middle of the chaos of a flooded department store, clinging to a necklace her mother had sworn she needed. Her shaking fingers clench the diamonds tightly, like doing so will ward away the curse that dwells within the soul of the city, sticking to it as desperately as the dirt and the grime decorating its streets.

Gotham is where your dreams go to rot, because it's where your body turns into a corpse!

❛ Do you know I once saved Superman all by myself? ❜ Arms flinging around his broad, broad shoulders, these are the words she speaks to her savior, the Batman. By the time he got around to what was once a luxury store but is now just another victim of his city's love affair with crime, Eve was trembling through her water-soaked dress. It was with some reluctance that she allowed him to save her, but she'd hate to give her mother the satisfaction of mourning her.

Now, back to saving Superman's life.

She had done the "right" thing for the wrong reasons, by allowing Superman to escape, but Batman doesn't need to know that. He just needs to know that he's dealing with a woman who got to decide whether the Man of Steel lived to fly another day or not. ❛ I let him kiss me afterwards. It only seemed right. ❜ Eve adds, nodding her head, very noble-like. Wonder Woman's lasso could be wrapped around her body, and her story still wouldn't budge on that specific detail.

❛ But you're welcome. For saving him. ❜ And all of New Jersey.

there are a few things that make one lois lane stop & stare – a good news story, a badass monster truck & a hero at work, all somewhere at the top of that list. so, what's a girl to do when she's three for three ?! in all fairness, this isn't just one truck from the arena. it's all of them. someway, somehow, they've gone haywire & took their show on the road. it's not really the format lois is used to & she wasn't exactly banking on an encore tonight, either. monster truck rallies are controlled chaos. emphasis on controlled. & more importantly, the trucks usually come with drivers. ideally, the not running people over kind ! there's a lot of deer & a lot of headlights, which means the superhero assist is not far behind.

lois only takes a moment to smile, relief & warmth across her lips when the cavalry arrives – at least part of it – before she springs into action too, quickly deciding to help with crowd control. heart pounding, mind reeling, she pulls as many people as she can out of the street, directing them to safety. it's in the split second she's not fast enough to look both ways that an arm wraps around her, yanking her from the destructive path of a truck. with her feet thankfully back on the ground, she barely catches her breath before he comes into focus. " about time you showed up ! " come on, lo... a little less scolding & a little more thanking ! she smiles now, giving his arm a squeeze. " we've been having a whole lot of mobile & not enough bat, bruce, you'd better get your ass out there. " a beat. " & yes, i'll try not to get pancaked under the tires – go ! "

It's a Friday night in Gotham, New Jersey, and Eve is a wearing a deep green dress that is, honestly, too stunning to waste on such an awful city. It's the kind of dress that gives her curves an extra boost. The kind of dress that shows just enough skin to be tasteful but inviting. It's exactly the kind of dress that she wears for the explicit purpose of her boyfriend ripping it off later. (He'll buy her another one.) It's also the dress that she was supposed to wear to the wedding of one Bruce Wayne to Selina Kyle. But that didn't happen, now did it? Such a bummer, really!

Now, look, Eve has no idea what it's like to be left at the altar. See: her tragically empty ring finger. But she can guess it might put a guy in a bad mood. She'd be devastated by that kind of rejection if it was her! That poor thing...

With that in mind, Eve decides to layer on the kindness for Bruce. She reaches to squeeze his arm, which is totally not an excuse to feel the muscles underneath. ❛ Aww, Bruce. No need to worry! Don't Lex and I make every party we go to more fun? ❜ This is a fact that Eve absolutely, with all her heart, believes. The cool thing about being in on the joke with the most powerful guy in the world is she can play with lesser men, such as Bruce Wayne himself, like he's food she's about to bite into.

How's that for being constantly misjudged as arm candy?

❛ I was so sad when I heard about everything with the wedding. Do you need some cheering up? ❜ Because Eve isn't as cruel as she is curious, she lowers her voice to spare Bruce any humiliation. It's a genuine offer, too. It can't be easy for him, being at a gala full of couples. Did he even bother to bring a plus-one tonight? ❛ You know, Lex and I are willing to do anything for a friend. ❜

The body, this body of hers, betrays as much as it gives. It sets fires when she desires calm. It drowns her when she requires warmth. It is a cage, but never a sanctuary. But it's all she has. What else has stayed with her longer than the sinew and bones? Not her heart nor her soul, that's for certain. Maybe not even her mind. So while her body has not always been her own, while there's been so many times that it has not belonged to her, at least it's stuck around. That's something, right?

Yet, she can only offer it so much grace when it breaks on her. When it fails her. When her chances of survival collapse from her body's limitations. And it's easier, less painful, to blame it on the age and tear of skin and muscle, rather than admit them as her own shortcomings. Easier to blame the thing that's always deceived her rather than consider the extent of her own abilities.

Because maybe the scariest thing about tonight is that the Cat's defeat wasn't due to being sloppy or lazy. No. The cat lost, because she was overpowered.

❛ You don't have to be so tender. Don't you know I like it rough? ❜ It's a criticism of him as much as it is a plea. She curses Bruce, in her mind if not with words, for treating her in a way she cannot understand. Softness is so much harder to accept for a girl who's only ever known violence. She flinches more at the gentle nature of his touch than she did tonight when fists were splitting apart her skin. It's more painful than the sensation of him tending to her wounds. She can withstand a lot, but she doesn't want to delve into the ambiguity of whatever it is Batman is trying to offer her.

❛ Are you doing this for me? Or for you? ❜ Selina can handle the violence her body shows. She can handle the blood and the injuries. But can he? Can he look at her, can he touch her, when she looks just as feral as she is? Or is it easier to patch her up and pretend?

John read the text as he dried off, choosing not to reply and to let the message breathe so he didn’t look too eager.