Gotham City by Berni Wrightson & Bill Wray
BATMAN: THE CULT #1 (Aug. 1989)
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five word prompts
[inspired by this]
- “actually… i just miss you.”
- “alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
- “and slowly… i was forgotten.”
- “and then everything just disappears.”
- “and where do i go?”
- “anyone could tell from here.”
- “are you finishing that or…?”
- “are you stupid or stupid?”
- “anything, just call me, okay?”
- “bitch better have my money.”
- “bro… that’s so… not cool…”
- “but did you do it?”
- “call me now. it’s urgent.”
- “can’t you listen to me?”
- “cross that. don’t answer that.”
- “don’t even think about it.”
- “don’t you dare walk away.”
- “do it. i dare you.”
- “did you think i forgot?”
- “eventually… you just move on.”
- “even if you still do.”
- “everything will fall into place.”
- “fight me, you attractive stranger.”
- “for once, i need you.”
- “for once… i was right.”
- “for once… i was wrong.”
- “forget i even asked you.”
- “forget it. you fucking suck.”
- “fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
- “fuck off. i mean it.”
- “give and take. that’s life.”
- “great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
- “have you lost your mind?”
- “hello? it’s me. i was-”
- “hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
- “here’s a glass of whatever.”
- “how about a hug, hm?”
- “how about you make me?”
- “i haven’t forgot you yet.”
- “i can’t be around you.”
- “i don’t need you, really.”
- “i don’t need this now.”
- “is this your first time?”
- “it’s just a cut, really.”
- “it wasn’t me, i swear!”
- “i said i love you.”
- “just don’t fuck it up.”
- “just… come back alive, okay?”
- “just make sure you’ve eaten.”
- “kick his ass for me.”
- “killed him? wait, what, literally?”
- “life really sucks. feel better.”
- “letting go hurts… a lot.”
- “let me live, will you?”
- “no, i don’t need you.”
- “nothing can hurt me now.”
- “nothing matters anymore to me.”
- “okay it was me… so?”
- “people lie all the time.”
- “pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
- “please, you can’t die now.”
- “please don’t leave me alone.”
- “quiet. they can hear us.”
- “quick! give me your phone!”
- “quicker, you freaking piece of-”
- “quit it or i’ll bite.”
- “quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
- "really? do i look stupid?”
- “real smooth, tripping over air.”
- “rise and shine, sweet thing.”
- “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
- “seriously? give me a break.”
- “so… what are we now?”
- “so… did you miss me?”
- “so… can we go eat?”
- “so… when’s the next flight?”
- “so… how did everything go?”
- “sometimes, i wish you died.”
- “so what? you did it.”
- “time passes slower without you.”
- “then what do you suggest?”
- “the fuck? who are you?”
- “then you tell me why.”
- “this is not working out.”
- “this isn’t what i wanted.”
- “this is all a fucking disaster.”
- “when did it all happen?”
- “who knew you’d be here?”
- “why do i even bother?”
- “why do i love you?”
- “why didn’t you tell me?”
- “you’re just… so, so stupid.”
- “you can’t be here now.”
- “you look like an accident.”
- “you really need to go.”
- “you know who to call.”
- "zero fucks given. next please.”
REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version
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- “Woah, when did you get that?”
- “Who did this to you?”
- “How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
- “You’re saying this was an accident?”
- “What a shiner!”
- “If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
- “I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
- “Does it hurt when I touch it?”
- “Let me kiss it better.”
- “If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
- “Another fight?”
- “What happened to your face?”
- “I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
- “Let’s get you to bed.”
- “Let’s get you to the hospital.”
- “Why are you so calm about this?”
- “You’re bleeding!”
- “What are friends for, ey?”
- “So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
- “You need to look where you’re going.”
- “I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
- “Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
- “Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
- “I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
- “You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
- “I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
- “How could you be so careless?”
- “I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
- “H-how many of them were there?”
❝ no matter how hard I try, they just won’t stay dead. ❞
“My dear Juliet.. you sound like you are coming unglued.” Oswald shook his head slowly tutting gently under his breath.
“Where is the calm, level headed girl that I’ve come to know?”
She narrowed her eyes at him when he tutted. “When your business brunch is ruined by sycophants in clown masks for the third time in two weeks, you might start to feel the glue shake loose as well.” She’d clearly done something to piss off the clown prince of crime, though in true fashion he cut to the chase of death over warnings. “His lackeys multiply faster than they die. It is irritating.”
“Oh my dear girl, that happened to me every other day when I was just starting out. Now I run the place.” he grinned across at her, “You shout loud enough with a big enough personality and the imbecilic entities of this city with flock to you. And that describes no-one more clearly than the clown prince of crime himself.”
“Openly having the Clown’s ire is a problem though… it just cost me a shipment of Beretta M9’s. Which I intend to get back, but this is a waste of my time.” Loathe as she was to admit it, this was beyond what she had the power to face alone.
“Ah yes, and I will expect my cut of the profits once they reach their new owners.” he said simply, his tongue then clicking behind his teeth as he watched her.
“What is it, precisely, that you want from me?”
"Have I ever failed to deliver your cut?" No doubt it would more than double this time, as she wasn't just seeking sanction to move goods through his territory, she was actively seeking assistance. She raised her brows, softening her grim expression. "I have the means to track my goods down, but do not have the man power to retake them. Joker himself does not have them yet, at this point I have the opportunity to deal with only a lieutenant of his." Her hands went to her hips, and she shrugged, "The entire profit is yours provided I can make the sale." She could not afford to appear soft, and regardless of how many men were lent she would be leading the assault from the front. The cost was worth it for her reputation to come out intact.
just wanted to say that if our thread is heading towards smut but you don’t feel like or don’t want to roleplay smut, it’s okay. Just tell me and we can fade to black and move on to another scene. Pls don’t feel like you must rp smut with me, what matters to me the most is for my partners to be comfortable with our threads.
Home life has been a bit wild lately, replies will pick back up at some point tho, really really.
So, I know how much everybody loves pretend-dating/pretend-marriage fics, but have you considered ‘pretend NOT to be dating/married’ AUs?
For example:
- My friend is so determined to fix me up with somebody better than my string of casual coffee date/hookup partners that I didn’t have the heart to tell her, after she set us up for a blind date, that I actually met you six months ago
- We’re both professors in the same department and it enhances your reputation with the students as a mysterious enigma and my reputation as a stone-cold terror if we pretend to hate each other, plus when we back each other up in departmental meetings everybody’s so surprised they give in right away
- My parents thought I was working for an insurance company in New York when really I was joining the CIA so I just sort of never mentioned when I met you on an assassination-gone-wrong and now we’ve been married for five years and they still don’t know you exist, this has gotten wildly out of hand and you won’t stop laughing about it
- All your coworkers know you’re married to a cop but now I’m undercover investigating a string of bank heists and it turns out that your only friend at your shitty new job is dating the head bank robber.
- We’ve been communicating entirely by email/phone/carrier pigeon/paid messenger for the past year as we work to bring some peace and order to this troubled land, so when I walked into the negotiation room to sit down with the fearsome and terrible politician/businessperson/famed warrior that all my people are so afraid of, I didn’t really expect it to be you.
- I didn’t think my parents could accept me dating somebody of your gender/race/religion/species, so we’ve been keeping it quiet, but now my mom can’t stop talking about her friend’s next-door neighbor and how perfect they’d be for me and you’ve got some nosy neighbor trying to set you up with their coworker’s kid and how do we tell them we’re engaged without making them think it’s because of their completely uninvited meddling?
- You’ve got to pretend-date your best friend for a couple of weeks because reasons, and somehow that means we’re passing ourselves off as siblings to explain why we live together but we’ve started giving each other really filthy pre-sex looks behind everyone’s back like a game of chicken and pretty soon somebody is going to start to have serious concerns about our siblinghood.
Pretending-not-to-be-dating AUs: add yours today!
Cryptophobia and Mnemophobia
Well so much for that lead. It would have been easy to think of an assistant from the past who might want to earn something on the side. Chapell, Bane’s personal assistant in his twilight years, had gone through a similar route. But there was no other thing to do but to start following Juliet’s advice. Only doing so lead into a difficult problem. The more he showed her, the more information he gave her, it was all too likely that Juliet would try something or could use that information for her own means. Giving her a chemical breakdown of Fearoxin was already problematic.
“I can do that” Terry said. “We’ll also look into getting you into some sort of police protection. If these guys were after you, you aren’t going to be safe until we catch whoever is doing this.” The question was, who? Who would try and go after Juliet to get to Crane’s formulas? Who would see her as a possible threat? And moreover, who could get the hired muscle to pull this all off? It was a short list to be sure.
She looked up at him from the information she was pouring over. Memorizing it, even. “Batman, if you think the police will protect me you have more to learn than you think.” A number of them would no doubt love to just... fail at that job. “And if any of them are on the take from our target, then I am going to be set up. I will move from safe house to safe house myself until this is resolved. If collecting the information about the lost notes will take you a while, best to take me to the old Narrows district and I will make my way from there for the night.” Perhaps by morning, she would have a few answers herself. This culprit was using outdated notes, but knew it enough to seek out whatever Juliet may have had stored. They considered themselves capable enough to reverse engineer feartoxin from samples, and knew to target her. Someone was a fan, to say the least. “If we do not find whoever is responsible, you may have a new Scarecrow to deal with in short order. Ruthless, calculating, and capable.” But not if Juliet had anything to do with it. No one would take his legacy and make it their own.
Text: Going to take care of some personal problems. So basically, I'm asking for a day off?
[Text: Backup] Fine. Jax will suffice in your place for the day.
Pulling back his hands from the ignition, he folded them in his lap and turned his head to look at her. “Ah yes, the fire. So tragic.” A small smirk forming. “Also yes, the sex was pretty good. I can still feel some of the marks.”
Well, she had told him she wouldn’t do it for him. Not that she’d expected he would really follow through. “You’ll have to mourn better than that, at least for your daughter. Unless you want the GCPD all over you.” Juliet pulled the car out into traffic, looking forward to the drive to the mainland where she could open the turbo up. “Good to know sex with me is worth murder.”
“It’s funny, I really never did set out to fall for you. Not one bit. But it happened, and I fucked it up. And now I’m out here drinking with you and I haven’t the foggiest where we stand but I’m surprisingly happy and I’m not sure I want that to end. Who does your hair, and why did we have to be on opposite sides of the board in this game?” Breathe Juliet, breathe between thoughts. You cannot forego air just because you’ve had a few too many.
Doran knocked back his glass and set it down. “You know, you talk a lot when you’re…drunk. IT’s how life works, the ones you care about hurt you the most and drink all your liquour,” he said pouring another glass for himself and setting the bottle down, “Also my hair is untouched…but I do forget how long I’ve been combing it sometimes and it just looks great, and the ladies love it.”
“Imagine that, a talkative drunk.” She was also a bit of a cuddler when drunk, and had so far managed to keep that to herself. “I’m not the only one drinking right now either, so no complaining that I’m drinking everything.” She booped his nose with one hand as she polished off her glass just for emphasis.
@arkhamsirensong from here
“Maybe we have.” He conceded. He found her intelligent, personable and generally likeable, which meant more often than not their professional relationship blurred slightly into a personal one. He considered her more than just a work friend, but a friend friend as well. “I suppose not, people are already predisposed to talk and spread rumours without us sharing licentious stories…”
“Gossip is spelled A-R-K-H-A-M-A-S-Y-L-U-M.” And she was grateful he was not quite so prone to participating in said gossip. Perhaps it was why they were friends. “If you want the sordid details, perhaps over a drink later. Down at Lucio’s?”
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“Dahl, it’s been ages. One would almost think you were actively avoiding Arkham or something.” What? She had nothing against Mary. Yet.
“And I wonder why I might be doing that.”
Already nursing her own drink, Mary rolled her eyes; obvious statements were one of over a thousand reasons she dreaded the thought of going back to Arkham.
“I’m going to guess because the guards don’t appreciate sarcasm.” Nevermind that she was being just as bad. “And the mattresses are little better than a cheap joke.”
Text: Going to take care of some personal problems. So basically, I'm asking for a day off?
[Text: Backup] Fine. Jax will suffice in your place for the day.
When she came out to the car, intent upon a quick drive across the river for a delivery and perhaps coffee, there he was. And she’d seen the news that morning too. Two as-of-yet-unidentified female victims of a house fire, possible foul play. But she knew. “You’ve been naughty, Foyle.” It was all she said to him as she walked around and dropped into the driver’s seat.
Looking up as she spoke, he kept a straight face and put his phone away. Getting into the drivers seat, he started the car. “I’ve been naughty?”
"Was the sex really that good?" She raised an eyebrow at him, knowing it wasn't good sex that had convinced him to do it. "The fire was all over the news. And you don't get to drive today, I do."
Text: Going to take care of some personal problems. So basically, I'm asking for a day off?
[Text: Backup] Fine. Jax will suffice in your place for the day.
[Text] I’m disappointed you used the winking face. Now enjoy your day off.
Day later.
He was waiting for her. Leaning against the car, hands in his pockets. He pulled his phone out, tempted to send her a text.
When she came out to the car, intent upon a quick drive across the river for a delivery and perhaps coffee, there he was. And she'd seen the news that morning too. Two as-of-yet-unidentified female victims of a house fire, possible foul play. But she knew. "You've been naughty, Foyle." It was all she said to him as she walked around and dropped into the driver's seat.