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“I can understand why every time the city is pumped with gas and toxins that causes hallucinations that you would blame me but…” Jonathan shrugged, rising from where he was sitting. “This time around I am innocent.” A smirk on his lips, he blinked his icy blue eyes a few times. He knew the ‘dark knight’ wouldn’t believe him– it was quite obvious. He wasn’t the ‘believing’ type from what he remembered. That was for sure.

“I can prove it too if you really wish for it Mr Vigilante.” He took his mp3 player out of his pocket, pausing the song that was playing and taking out the one headphone in his ear before setting it on the table.

  “Ghhhk---!!! Hey, you can LET GO now -- I’m on your side, asshole!--” Cole grunted, hands pulling helplessly at the other’s and his feet thrashing. “Kinda can’t HELP when you’re STRANGLING ME to DEATH!” 

I do! :DD

tyrant-of-gotham said: [wow!amazing..seems you’ve a lot of muses..and the window reference for widow-that was genius :) ]

yes, yes I do xD

Send me a ✧ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.

Wind rushed through the hair of her blond wig as she closed one eye and narrowed the other. Her target was at the right and in the precise moment she predicted it. There really wasn't a better feeling than being right.

She couldn't help but smirk at herself, it was impossible. The sound of her leather jacket crinkling as she leaned further was the last noise she heard before her own shot fired. The target fell down, not dead. Because that wasn't what she wanted, what she was ordered. She was just there to warn, and so she had done.