My Friends Call Me The Joker

REBLOG AND SEE IF YOU GET A COLOR.

PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

YELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.

RED: I love you with a burning passion.

GREY: I wish we talk more and being friend

TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we’re met

PINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favourite

TEAL: We have a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.

WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.

GREEN: I think you’re cute.

CORAL: I think you’re beautiful

BLACK: I would date you.

Selina folded her arms over her chest and accepted the fact she had not made enough to eat tonight.

Horrific evening, really. In two hours she only had gotten three wallets, and most of that time was devoted outrunning a foulmouthed gentleman who was screaming about how he’d kill her when he caught her (but thankfully never did) The kicker? When she did finally ditched him and peaked inside the wallet that caused all that trouble Selina found it was completely empty. And on top of that, she’d been so focused on losing the man she had somehow managed to get herself lost as well. A rather impressive feat for someone who know the bad parts of Gotham as well as herself, but to be fair she was more familiar with them from the view of rooftops.

Rushing out of an alley into which he had gone to buy his machine gun, hands into his tattered jeans pockets, Tate let out a short sound of irritation as something hit him full force. ''UGNF! What the fuck?!'' he exclaimed, startled and unhappy. He hoped it wasn't one of those big Black Gates guys... he'd be done for, even though he had just bought a pretty effective weapon. It wasn't charged yet.