#magyst

       ‘ we must be in for big trouble if you’re in gotham. ‘ not that gotham was ever not in big trouble as it seemed to a magnet for every crime man could come up with, but the kind of trouble he dealt with was something else entirely. bruce probably wouldn’t be happy to hear about it. ‘ most people don’t exactly come here just to visit. ‘

@magyst​ :  “ Fuck, I feel hungover.” dr sleep prompts

@magyst​ :  “ The world’s a hungry place.” dr sleep

She knows. Good god does she know. She’s lived with wolves for years now, ravenous monsters who made their bones preying on the weak and less fortunate. She’s slipped below their radar out of pure dumb luck. But eventually, luck runs out. The corpse in front of her still smolders and the scent of burning fills the alley.

         ‘ are you here to have your tarot read? ‘ isobel’s tone was sharper than usual, tinged with suspicion. usually those that wanted to know their futures were women, either much older or much younger. others were too skeptical to believe it would ever truly work. it had been some time since she’d left le cirque des rêves for something simpler and quieter. a corner shop suited her, at least for the time. she moved towards the desk and the old, tattered deck of tarot cards lying on top, quickly setting her hand on top to hide them from view.

john is so proud

if he expects some sort of sympathy from her,      she has run out of that particular brand of kindness years ago      :      gertrude plays at doddering old woman well,      but only when it suits her,      only when there is something to gain from the playacting.      the hard - set line of her mouth,      the analytical coldness of her eyes.      the way she looks at him as if trying to solve a puzzle,      and finds the solving too simple,      not challenging enough.