#robinluck

tim will . he’ll fling him right off a building with his staff .

          𝑺𝑯𝑬 : 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑳  -  𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑼𝑵,         now shrouded in a clouded - over sky,     her          WONDER          undermin’d,     &     made wicked     –––––––     she keeps herself in fugitive - state,     &     breaks bread with (un)touched humanity.          VIRAGO  ANTHEM  IS  DESTROYED,     &     the immortality she holds looks more like a godhood.                    (          MY EFFIGY IS BURNED.     MY ALTAR IS DEVASTATED BY THOSE WHO CALL THEMSELVES MY FOLLOWERS.          )         𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑨     shrugs.     the front of her fingertips meet each other,     she leans back     ––––     YOU UNDERSTAND,     YOU UNDERSTAND     –––––           ❛❛     is that what people think of batman     ?     *           ❜❜      

*          JESTING     :     there’s a pain in the back of her cheek from where she bites,     a sore forming before she can stop it.           like god she’s been replaced with a golden calf,     her testaments thrown away for a chance at          𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘          her imagery scorned,     &               ‘     WONDER     WOMAN     ’          is synonymous with murder.

THE  CAVE  HOLDS  A  COLD  DRAFT  within her,    &    it moves lazily over the creatures hanging solemnly next to the jagged peaks of rock    &    over the three tending to their respective work far below them.    one fares  far worse  than the other two,    his chest heaves silently,   his wounds lay agape    &    yet he makes no sound or even the SMALLEST INDICATION OF DISCOMFORT.    if he were to be called a creature of unfeeling retribution,    a creature of night—    what kind of pain can he allow onto his features so obvious in sight ?    he hesitates to think that he hides even here,    among those he would call his family.   after what seems like a moment’s thought,     tim breaks the silence:

❝   this won’t stop you.    nothing stops you.   ❞

with this,    he spares the energy to glance at the young man,    seated by the computers now processing its newest DNA sample.   ALFRED ONLY SCOFFS,    his sarcasm unprecedentedly absent,    as he weaves a needle    &    suture thread through bloody skin.    bruce can’t help the smile that rises to his lips,    it’s a brief respite from his usual grimace.   ❝    is that what you think,    tim ?   ❞   he leaves his tone void of any emotion,    BUT IT REMAINS SOFT STILL.    ❝   you know very well that i’m PAST my time of youth    &    innate good health.   ❞    a mere jest,    yes,   but this words carry an edge none of them dares bring up:     he ages,    &    yet .  .  .  CRIME DOES NOT.    forever young,    but not immortal.    no–    for as long as gotham needs him,    the batman will stay apt    &    impassioned.    ever so vigilante,    ever so zealous;    he will be seemingly untouched by the decades.

HOWEVER—-     like the cold air that  chills  them now,    an unspoken truth weighs on their shoulders as they settle into silence once more:   BRUCE WAYNE WILL NOT OUTLIVE HIS LEGACY    (    &    as he leans back to let alfred examine the cut on his jaw,    a sense of satisfaction growing within his chest,    bruce knows that he never intended to    ).

@robinluck SENT IN A MEME. 

a scoff.  things hadn’t changed much.  she remembered when she was a kid seeing all types of atrocities on the news.  war, genocide, famine.  it’s all there.  always there, but most didn’t bother to try and do anything about it.  it made things easier to just ignore it.  it wasn’t happening right in front of them, so it didn’t matter.      ❝ it’s been war for a long while, kid.  you just haven’t been able to see it. ❞

  gotham, for example had always been full of scum.  it just hadn’t been as high profile costumed scum.  money laundering, fraud, revenge.  all embedded into the very essence of what gotham was.  it was why she hated going anywhere NEAR the place.  but she had been HIRED to do some business here, so it was no skin off her nose.  and for once it didn’t quite have to do with pummelling someone into a pulp.  just a couple of deliveries here and there from circe and the damage would be done quick smart and nobody would be the wiser.  plenty of magic users existed in gotham.  doris wasn’t exactly one of them.  not quite.

@robinluck SENT IN A MEME. 

     just because she had been captured,  ( by pure luck ! )  did not mean that she was not still dangerous.  his cockiness annoyed her, he quite obviously thinks that he is better than her.  he’s a hero, she a villain.  did he not do his research ?  that she’d had no choice in the matter to become what she was.  that she had been cured and then SACRIFICED HERSELF to protect others, only to be tortured and abandoned by the wayside as if she had chosen to be a man eating monster !  revenge fuels her, his interference meant little.

❝           ᵒＯ𝐨h!         《     sincerity   bubbles   within   a   sigh     》 ,     but         don’t         YOU         get         it       ?         why,         i’ve         already         won!       if         i       can’t       kill       the       bat     - - -      then,     𝙸'𝙻𝙻      𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻      𝙷𝙸𝚂      𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙸𝚃.     can’t        you       see       it           now        ?      batty        swoops         in,            ready            to       save       the       day         ‘n           deal           his        bＡT      BrＡ𝒶ａaＮᗪ      oᖴ    𝐉u𝐔รticｅ!!         but         WAIT          ———             something’s           wrong.   .   .           GOTHAM           BURNS      and      in       the       midst       of        all        the        chaos       and        carnage      is       you       and       me.       𝙰       𝙳𝚈𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙲       𝙳𝚄𝙾       𝙸𝙽       𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷!       the         bat’s       #1         boy  -  toy       and         his      #1     man.        oh,      it’ll     drive       him        ABSOLUTELY     MAD!          ❞

                        STRIP       AWAY         THE         MUSCLE         FROM         GOTHAM’S         BONES         &         feast         on         a         laced         collagen         of         her         ROTTED        tendons.         beneath         the       beef     &       subcutaneous         soup         of         fats         and         ligaments         is    a      ＣＩＴＹ    ＡＮＤ     ＣＬＯＷＮ,     ＯＮＥ    ＩＮ      ＴＨＥ      ＳＡＭＥ:        putrid         and         past         due,         SHATTERED         IN         MIND         and         body.         a         beaten         song   -   bird         lay        BATTERED        and         BRUISED,        dressed         in         dynamite         and         cloaked         in         darkness.        𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬,     𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬,     𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬.   .   .     the         countdown         begins.

❝             ᵒＯ𝐨h,       this         is         gonna         be         a       GOOD         ONE.         till         death         do         us         part,         ain’t         that       right,      bat   -   boy       ?      ❞

society is in relapse .     being  contain  by  government  that  tells  its  people  they’re  safe   /   look  the  other  way  as  you’re  mugged  and  beaten .  what do you think is a worst idea ?  terrorizing  the  city  and  its  people  ...  maybe  even  attempting  to  protect  it  by  wearing  a  suit  and  mask  hardly  covering  much  than  just  your  eyes  ...  or  following  the  rules  like  sheep  to  a  shepherd .    “   sir i don’t exactly help those who aren’t students here  ...  ”

❝   DON’T LET ZATANNA HEAR YOU SAY THAT.    ❞   what might be considered a jest comes with not even an ounce of mirth,    his voice flat,    but anyone familiar with his peculiar sense of humor knows what he implies.    instinctively,    his eyes first scour the rubble before them both,    already estimating the blast site’s diameter,     playing through countless scenarios.    the deduction process was one that he,    dubbed the world’s greatest detective,    could not grasp as fast as tim could.    again,    that proud    (    ALMOST SMUG    )    realization that he had already surpassed him crosses his mind;    it’s the reason he stays quiet now,    hoping to witness    (   test,    even   )    just how much tim had grown.

a few moments pass before he moves,    wiping debris off of a steel beam that had partly fallen,    noting the indent there.    he looks for the source,    almost HOPING he’d find something with a similar injury;    he wasn’t particularly found of the idea of dealing with someone who could force even steel to cave.    ❝   what do you see,    robin ?    ❞