#warmhandtohold

Joseph barked excitedly at the mention of scritches and belly rubs.  His tail wagged.  He flopped on his back effortlessly, wiggling around as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.  The scritches and belly rubs were his!  

Mary’s face was so close to the window her nose was nearly pressed up against the glass; she had crawled up on top of the lockets to peer into the older girls’ dance session, and her own tap shoes were slung over her arm by their laces. The sound of the dancers ricocheted off the walls and through the glass like gunfire, almost almost almost drowning out the sound of Louisa Dahl shouting down the hall.

Victor wasn’t really in any position for negotiations as he sat in a specialised refrigerated cell in Arkham, but Bruce had always had a soft spot for Mr. Freeze. The only enemy Batman had faced who’s goal wasn’t selfish, he wanted to help Victor, not meddle.

“How are you doing today?” Bruce asked as he took a seat at the table, opposite Nora. He didn’t want to seem as though he was bothering her, but he promised Victor he’d at least check in on Nora every so often.

i missed talking to you so much too Suni !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so much so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it felt so wonderful to be able to be there for so many friends and i loved giving some good hope and courage to those who needed it !!!!!! im so glad to be back and i hope to spread some love and positivity day by day until everyone feels warm and loved !! :- ))

Jackie took a soft breath, exhaling when she noticed that Nora was okay.  She didn’t entirely understand why throwing herself in the line of a bullet was courageous.  She was mostly bulletproof.  It would take Kryptonite to really bring her down.  

Joseph and Dawn ran over to the table, jostling each other in their attempts to be first to the cakes.  Sure, they’d both have their own individual cakes, but at the same time, Joseph didn’t want his sister eating his cake.  

“Thank you for the cakes.”  Joseph smiled.