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killer moth … again

@whampow ▸ nonverbal prompts !!

it all happens so fast. the consequences of their stupid actions, coming down around them. these two fools, they'd take any job that fell into their laps. if luna told odette to jump, the latter would ask how high. if the woman was propositioning a project, ratcatcher wouldn't be far behind.

this one had been too good to be true from the start. they should have known better — that they were messing with a crowd that had far more leverage than they could ever dream of. gotham's crime families? really? who did they think they were, the next falcones?

it was stupid. they know that now - but it was already too late. guns are rapid firing, dumb and dumber have hunkered themselves down behind a shipping container. around it they peek, trying to get a better view of their adversaries. nothing more than hired mob help, though these goons vastly outnumber them.

odette has an army of her own, yet these thugs already know that. the shots blasting off aren't for ratcatcher herself, but the vermin she calls her children. eyes are wide behind gas mask, a wet fog coating the lenses as her breathing picks up. their saddened squeaks, their cries for mother — she hears it all.

out into the open she runs; to make it stop, somehow, anyway. luna grabs her by the arm, forcibly yanks her friend back into cover. again, odette tries to bolt, and again luna restrains her.

[text] - a picture of a some frog stickers-

"My head is spinning like a carousel," he murmured as he stared out up towards the high window in the small room he'd been allocated within the dirtied, padded walls of Arkham Asylum. "The world outside may be beautiful..."

He turned to her, his blinded eye gleaming under the dim, fluorescent lights. "...but, I love this cell."

A slow, jester's grin carved across his face and he let out an almost gleeful giggle as he pulled himself around to sit with his legs folded and his hands clasped over his knee.

“well, that’s a ridiculous thing to say. of course i wanna know how you are.”

the cat tucks them in with a careful hand, making sure every nook and cranny is properly attended to around their shoulders, their throat, their sides. she remembers all too clearly every other time she has done this for holly — a familiar habit that sets her bones at ease. she kneels before them, then, propped up on her heels like her balance is perfect.

and it is.

she sets hands at knees gently, rubs careful circles on a heavy, warm blanket. eyebrows raise.

tweet, tweet! // accepting // @whampow sent . . . 🐤 bea or Zelda

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Nora is so invested in Bea's treatment its kinda scary. Inhaler? Already here. Painkillers? On hand. Doctor who doesn't care they kill people? On call 24/7. Despite Nora being sick herself, it would take truly apocalyptic circumstances for her to stop caring about Bea's wellbeing.

Just like in DC canon, they got married/engaged on Christmas. And it was snowing like hell.

Before Nora got sick, she loved roadtrips and traveling, (probably would've moved out of Gotham, eventually) and she sent Bea a lot of souvenirs. I think they're all still up on the wall of their apartment.

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

Bea…they’re so intelligent and great person to talk to. It’s great to be around a person who is very knowledgeable and also is very resilient. I mean they go through a lot of shit, I see their scars and other things that they struggle with due to their illness…and regardless they have so much perseverance which is something I am awed about.

What I at least want to do for Bea is to make their time here the best as possible. Doing crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, cook and bake for them…that’s the least I can do.