#nightvow

"Old? I'm not exactly young myself. I'm in my thirties. As for your baggage, I'm well aware, and I don't care."

it's not like it's some big dramatic thing. nightwing hasn't been out for a few nights - no biggie. red hood's been covering, and that's it own thing. because dick can call jason and jason helps out, and he asks questions but he asks the right ones. bruce doesn't - he never has. so red hood's been covering bludhaven and dick's been...m-i-a, as it were. call it whatever.

"I hope it's worth it," she bit back. "Chipping away at yourself just so that you can prove that you're right." It was a lot more complicated than that, and she knew. Lois, however, didn't care. She wanted to hurt Bruce. Make him understand how wrongly he had betrayed not only Clark, but her as well.

Peter had ran this scenario over multiple times in his head ever since he came across a small article, buried in the business section of the Bugle. “WAYNE INDUSTRIES WELCOMES BACK THEIR HEIR” He’d just about choked on thin air at seeing the headline accompanied by a picture of someone he thought a dead man.

There has been the smallest sliver of hope that the wall of a man in front of him would turn around and it would be just a stranger, waved off and told to go bother someone else. Instead he gets the thing didn’t really prepare for- recognition. “Yeah I uhm-“ He hands over the cup of coffee, shoving the now empty hand quickly into his jeans pocket to try and keep himself from nervously fidgeting. “I- don’t know if you still drink it like you used to.”

And he doesn’t have any reason to still remember Bruce’s coffee preference after all these years. “A while… Since you left Gotham High.” Since you left me. He pushes down the knot in his throat and finally gets brave enough to meet Bruce’s eyes. A mistake, he finds out, as he feels a pang in his heart and the heavy weight at the pit of his stomach only sinks deeper.

A meme probably.

“ look at you, mind like a steel trap. good memory. ” she's less than amused by his statement, something about it feels almost like a CHALLENGE. “ it still will, ” she counters, tone softer this time, “ whenever the time comes that it does end. ” his view on the subject was. . . far more FINITE, through no fault of his own. he could be the smartest human alive, and he would still suffer in that regard, simply from lack of perspective. mortality was funny like that.

@nightvow continued from x

She looks at his hand like taking it would destroy her.

Like if she were to touch him, if she were to feel his skin on her skin, it would demolish those fragile bricks of humanity that make her Diana. It wouldn't just burn her; it would dismantle her completely. Yes, her eyes glare at Bruce's outstretched hand like it is the most dangerous of weapons, and perhaps it is. For it is the weapon of temptation. And temptation is what has made the mightiest of empires crumble to dust!

His smell is still on her skin, but what disgusts her, what fills her with such a violent wave of heartbreak, is that it is mixed with her smell, and that means there is a their smell and she does not want there to be a them. There cannot be, there can never be, because they belong to others in the same way that the moon belongs to the night and the stars to the dark. To try to deny that, to try change that, is to go against nature. Worse. It is to go against their hearts.

❛ What we did... it was just loneliness, Bruce. There is nothing for us to face together. Nothing. Can you not see? We are alone. ❜ The truth is the bite on your tongue that draws blood. It is the ache in your bones, and the sorrow in your heart. Perhaps it is the tears in your eyes, too, but Diana does not cry. Instead, her face is alight with a devastating anger that does not suit her well at all. The cruelty is unbecoming of her. It is a language she fails to speak. And yet, she cannot stop herself from continuing.