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THE REVENANT.

EXORCIST.

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HEAVY METAL

Jul 27th 2022 - 5:25 PM


Kindness ChallengeΒ 

(I just really think you are great. I love seeing the characters you pick to come to life. There is no rush on the starter I send you on your other account nor is there a need to reply even. Just know I think you are amazing and wonderful and I look forward to anything you do on the site.)
Midnight Detective

Jun 21st 2022 - 10:50 PM


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Gotham Narrows. The illicit island positioned dead center of Gotham River. It was a slum; a denizen for some of the worst the city could offer. Claustrophobic and derelict, the maze-like neighborhood acted like a gate. It kept the one percent buffered from the lowest of the ninety-nine …

When the seawall came crashing down at the hands of the Riddler, the Narrows ironically became one of the few barrows to escape the great Gotham City cleansing. Every goon with a notch on their gun and something to prove made their way to the island, looking for either fame, money, or a one way trip to Arkham State Hospital.

The marquee illuminated the stormy dark alleyway. Cherry’s; bright red neon sign hung just below a stone awning. A little strip club Roman Sionis bought in a land grab. With Carmine Falcone out of the picture, real estate in Gotham was now up for grabs, alongside a booming drops business.

Muffled gunfire, almost inaudible, screamed from inside the brick building. Automatic in nature, Black Mask’s men weren’t lacking in firepower. The crack of glass cut through the air like a butcher’s knife through flesh. The contours of a bruised and battered man collided with the wet asphalt, made easier to see with a bloody chalk outline that drained into the open gutter.

Two stories up. Looking over a shattered windowpane stood the Gotham Myth. His blackened silhouette juxtaposed against flickering dance lights synchronized with the electronic music. Clad in black armor. Pointed ears on a bulletproof cowl.

Batman, using his weight to push himself over the scaffolding overlooking the dancefloor, leaping over to hug on the stripper pole. He descended towards the ground floor, military style boots collided with the main stage, echoing a deafening boom through the entire club.

A slight moment of reprieve washed over the hero, silently watching as the remainder of Sionis’s night-watch reloaded their weaponry. It bought the working girls enough time to hide and find cover. β€œLet her go …” He muttered, a scowl forming over his chiseled jawline.

Tufts of her blue hair wrapped in the clinched fist of the fattest and smelliest of the remaining three men. Both her tiny hands tried prying the gargantuan fingers from her scalp, only for all efforts to be in vain once she felt the cold steel of a pistol on the back of her skull.

β€œOh y e a h?!” The Jersey accented mafioso, with a pep-in-his-step, grimaced with crooked teeth. He had all the cards. The freak in a bat costume was final about to meet his maker. His thumb slid the hammer of his pistol down, clicking audible once in place.

β€œHow’s about we see if she b l e e d s blue too?” The goon’s bravado reviled an Achilles heel. Looking back to see if the remained of his conscious constituents laughed at his joke, unaware the Bat had something in his hands he entire time.

The marble sized pellet exploded one making contact against the ground. Quickly the room filled with smoke., masking the vigilante’s swift escape. Gunfire aimed towards the last known location, but it was too late. Batman had become the shadows.


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THE REVENANT.

Jun 2nd 2022 - 12:11 PM


Harper Row β€” goes by BLUEBIRD in costume.

Ironic name given how green she actually is. Don't know too much about her, but what I do know is that she's in a little over her head.

That's not to say she's bad at what she does. Just inexperienced. But I guess it's easy for me to say that when I've known nothing but blood and pain since I was old enough to ride a bike without training wheels.

I like her. She's got a protective streak a mile long and pays extra attention to her brother most of all. Reminds me of when Rand and I were kids. Before he went full American Psycho. Before I had to bury him in the ground over, and over, and over again.

Hope hers turns out better than mine did.

𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚.

May 27th 2022 - 1:00 PM


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Bats has adopted more children than Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, so you're gonna have to refresh my memory. Who are we talking about again?

Bluebird.

The pretty-boy acrobat who can't go two minutes without doing a somersault?

No, that's Nightwing. Bluebird patrols The Narrows.

Oh, the blue-haired chick. She's ... a person who exists, I guess. She collapsed one of my guys' rib cages once, but he was a mook who had it coming. Beyond that, her and I don't have much of a history, which automatically makes her one of the more tolerable capes in this city.

HEAVY METAL

May 26th 2022 - 7:19 PM


"She may not be known as those Robins, hood and, other creatures of the night but she is by far the most pleasant to be around.Β  She doesn't judge those around her. Easily accepting a new situation was something he admired about her. Admired about the way she thought about others too. I often wonder why she'd do in Asgard and the thought has come into mine mind more often about bringing her up here more than once to learn the ways of fighting by a powerful woman like Lady Sif.
Untouchable

May 26th 2022 - 2:38 PM


Rogue thoughts; One of the coolest kid. Harper's style is chef kiss. πŸ€ŒπŸ’‹ They need to go shopping together one day and maybe kick ass together.
OBSIDIAN.

Apr 27th 2022 - 7:46 PM


β€” PROMPT x 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗋 π—‹π—ˆπ—.

'Sh*t, wait... I'll patch you up.'

In this line of work, injurious extremes are as common as files in an office job. And the Batman rarely picks an easy fight when members of the Justice League could dispose of the harmful intolerance with ease. No. The protector finds that challenging himself to commit to the impossible tests his capabilities. Failure is for the hesitant, and Bruce Wayne never pauses to think. The swelling bruises are a consequence he does not regard as such, such peculiarities are indifferent to his mind. The pain gently soothes rather than cause anguish. Continuing to observe the openings that reveal charred flesh the same way his father would, studious ceruleans gaze with interest and without blinking. Almost as though the Bat rests in a meditative state, and he certainly does. It is why the children think it impossible to strike his nerves, for he quite effortlessly is able to drown reality from his conscience and dissociate. Though, considering the revelation of the Dark Multiverse, concentration of the relaxing sort only becomes more hazardous. 'Ahem,' Bruce clears his throat,Β 'Pick your surveillance spots better, I can hear you breathe.'

Harper Row may be the single most intriguing individual Bruce has met. The attitude, the diligence, the no-nonsense approach towards absolutely anything. He can feel the eyes burning a quizzical stare into his scar-riddled back, is this the first time the younger vigilante has sighted what his... career... has burdened Bruce with?

'You look like you fought Frankenstein. Scratch that, you like Frankenstein...'

'More of a Minotaur. Had the horns for it.'

Swallowing heavily, Bruce sets aside the blood-laced tweezers. The stitched membrane intertwined into his skin is elaborate, though fails to hide the colossal damage obtained by recent events. Even so, the Caped Crusader without any doubt or hint of unease stands tall, casually slipping his arms into a pair of shirt sleeves. 'It's late, Harper, get some rest.' Every inhale of air makes Bruce want to erupt into a coughing fit, and for all his advice, he is not sleeping any time soon. What has it been, fifty-eight hours without rest? His mind will not allow it, forever active and yearning for activity. The sort of activity that renders his body as battered and filthily immaculate as tonight. Alas, only death can hinder the Batman. Turning on his heels, he makes way for the Batcomputer, specifically, the case study propped neatly beside two bat-shaped projectiles.

'Sh*t, wait... I'll patch you up.'

'No need. A superhuman fist fight won't kill me now, will it?'
OBSIDIAN.

Apr 26th 2022 - 3:48 AM


πŸ¦‡
𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐑𝐞𝐨π₯𝐨𝐠𝐒𝐬𝐭.

Apr 16th 2022 - 12:26 PM


Do you know why 6 was afraid of 7?
Because 7 8 9.

Do you know why 7 ate 9?
Because you need to eat 3 square meals a day.
𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘯π˜₯ 𝘰𝘧 𝘸π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨𝘴

Apr 15th 2022 - 5:55 PM


Greetings!
A most warm hello, my darling pigeon.
before we get off on the wrong foot, I must inform you that this is more of a friendly heads up than an annoying copy-paste greeting. lord knows nobody likes reading those
As Didi is literally death, there will be times where very sensitive topics come up in my drabbles, or even shared storylines, and if that could be too much to handle, I hold no ill-will if you were to delete me now.
I would rather people know they won't see something upsetting just because they keep a page around.
but otherwise, if you are comfortable with exploring the unknown that is death, I'm here for the ride.
"Peachy Keen!"
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