#morcgo

“  you ... on  the  other  hand,  look  like  gotham's  newest  bachelor ready for debut.  how dare you look that good. ”    jealousy  burns  at  the  tongue,  yet  the  heart  admires  bruce  fondly.  forever  thankful  for  whom  she  wed.  any  bit  of  bad  mood  was  quickly  stopped  once  two  adorable  little  faces  pop  up  amidst  her  wardrobe  pile ; the  twins  having  fun  in  their  mother's  fashion  woes.    blues look to her beloveds, playfully asking if she should acquire their father's amex for a bit of an emergency shopping spree. “ don't look at me like that, you know i'll donate much of this come morning. ”

❛ No,   ❜   hands   on   her   pockets,   a   shrug   proceeding   the   most   cheeky   smile   ever,   Nicoletta   finally   stopped   beside   Wayne.   Following   him   wouldn’t   be   the   smartest   of   her   choices…   and   yet,   curiosity   would   always   kill   the   cat   —   and   she   had   been   tiptoeing   around   the   inevitable   for   quite   a   while   now.    ❛ Just…   coincidentally   walking  the   same   path.   ❜ 

Tension   is   cut   sharply   as   a   loud   honk   sounded   from   the   streets,   a   hundred   traffic   lights   blinking   on   the   highway.   The   city   is   far   too   busy   tonight,   unaware   of   what   lurked   in   the   shadows.   Bat   &   viper…   what   an   odd   pairing. 

❛ Don’t   tell   me   you   are   this   averse   to   company.   Or   is   it   just   mine?   ❜

It's nice to have normal snowfall in Gotham. The snow is light and fluffy, not posing a danger to anyone unless they're not wearing a winter jacket. With Mr. Freeze locked up and unable to use his tech, there's no doubt the snow is 100% normal. It's also nice to see the twinkling gold lights along main street and to hear the laughter of kids as they throw snowballs at one another.

Although Gotham is still Gotham with people cussing at each other for driving like shit in the snowstorm, and although there's almost always somebody somewhere doing something that makes a bat descend upon them, the major players seem to have taken a rare day off.

It's nice to be able to breathe for once. Speaking of rarities...

He's in the manor instead of the cave. He's visiting as Jason, and not Red Hood. It's a small peace offering, a sign that although the past can't be changed he'd love for Bruce to be in his present and future. Although his visit as Jason and not Red Hood is partially a choice, it is partially a necessity. He broke his arm on patrol recently and needed to use the cave tech to make sure it was healing right. Turns out it is healing right but it is also taking a while... Looks like fate has forced him to be benched for a while.

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, she slips her nails out from under the edges of his cowl. she was bent at the waist, poking + prodding him ever since she'd slopped him on the asphalt a good distance away. instead, she crouches next to him in a squat. one hand holding her chin, the other fisting a large bag of 'acquired' goods. " i had to leave a seven pound candelabra. pure silver. " said matter - of - factly, peering down at him. like it was a gauge of her supposed affection. " i thought maybe ... i scratch your back ... you scratch mine ? "

Batman is right and John knows it. He doesn't show that the comment got to him. Nor that the proximity intimidates him. Instead, he puts on his usual smirk. " Someone's gotta be the harbinger of doom. " He retorts nonchalantly.

emma knows all too well that there's no coming back from something fatal. no, not even the amount of money both of them accrued could undo death looming at arms reach. but for now there's time to cherish the quiet moments. tangled betwixt chenille blankets, holding onto bruce for dear life. it's cozy, this new connection they share. “  well.. if you so happen to walk down a path with no return, i'll have no choice but to follow close behind. ” there's a part of her heart that lives in constant fear of losing someone dear to her. a human nonetheless. if the blonde wanted to assert telepathics on the situation, she'd prevent bruce from pursuing the hero role in a city that wanted nothing more than to end his life. but she doesn't. not with him.

" i hope i'm not overdressed for our little charade. i promise, no mind control. " white heels strike cold stone where the betrothed stand fully suited in their signature looks. a white skin tight one piece, framing her curses in perfection. blue lips pucker to leave lipstick on bruce's jaw, barely missing the mask that so rudely hides his handsome face. " but did we agree on my diamond form is fair game? surely i could take those punches without harm you know, i'm so fragile and beautiful .. " ( undeniably weak for you. )