i have so much gotham to catch up with once i'm back from my holiday omfg
Oswald had absolutely no problem what so ever inGRINNING with approval towards Bruce’s words; he was probably going to call him Bruce anyway so there was no point refusing him and truly, despite Oswald’s honeyed words andPLEASANT demeanor, he didn’t care what this little snot thought. He was a toffee nosed little rich kid whose only realworth to a man like him was just that. Money. Name. NOTABILITY.
❝ Well, don’t ever think that you’re not welcome to call me Oswald- or Penguin, if you prefer. ❞
He said, reassuringly with a small shrug. As he thought; pompoms brat, but he did indeed know Bruce was here for a reason and that reason intrigued him greatly even though it was EASY to get an idea. He listened pointedly as the young man spoke, his halfway smirk never once wavering until he’d finished and THEN there was a slightly more questioning expression;
❝ A monster hunt, huh? I’ve heard our GOOD FRIEND Jim Gordon has gone into the profession of bounty hunting; wouldn’t it be felicitous to contact him? ❞
The half-smirk he wore returned now— Oswald leaning in slightly as he was far from finished with this. He knew Jim and Bruce were CLOSE, perhaps even sharing some kind of persudo father-son bond in a way and wasn’t it wholly common of children to do things BEHIND their parents and carers backs?
❝Unless.. of course.. you don’t want him to know. ❞
that grin of his sent a shiver down the young billionaires spine. facing off against the CORRUPT within his business felt like nothing in the face of this-- a man with what was becoming one of the darkest reputations in gotham. bruce knew he’d be STUPID not to be intimidated. while he could retain his dislike for the man, it was only wise to not get cocky. to have FEAR too. it was what kept him on his toes. or, he hoped at least.
“thank you, i’ll keep it in mind.” a smile of his own crossed bruce’s features and he’s certain it comes across about as GENUINE as that of the man across from him. it’s all for show. a DANCE and he has to make the right steps, play things by other people’s rules for a change if he has any hopes of getting what he wants. the last thing he needs is to go causing OFFENSE to oswald and risk this conversation either ending-- or taking a darker turn.
“jim gordon and i haven’t been in contact--” bruce cuts himself off almost INSTANTLY-- takes a beat to purse his lips together and look down. he swallowed before forcing the corners of his lips up and looking back to oswald. “from what i’ve heard, jim seems pre-occupied. i wouldn’t want to trouble him with anymore of my problems.” he’s already done ENOUGH OF THAT for a lifetime. but he was avoiding the point-- purposely leaving details out because, well, he hardly trusted the man opposite him. but he was also aware of the fact that WITHOUT giving up details, bruce was unlikely to get what he so desperate desired.
so he changed pace again, refocusing. “but i suppose... you’re not WRONG.” hesitating, hazel eyes linger over the man before him. “i DON’T want him to know what i’m up to. i can’t afford for him to know and attempt to stop it.”
*grabby hands bc i wanna explore brucie’s twin sO MUCH*
alfred: calls bruce ‘master b’ me: dIES
me: desperately wants to come on to do replies etc also me: cANNOT. I WILL SEE GOTHAM SPOILERS!!
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Criminals are like weeds, Alfred; pull one up, another grows in its place. This is about the future of the world. This is my legacy.
| @harharhxrley gets the thing we spoke about!♡ |
SIX YEARS. it’s been six long years since he last set foot in gotham city.
when he left, he was still in a way, just a boy. a nineteen year old that needed
to find a PURPOSE in life-- a way to deal ( or try to ) with everything that had
happened to him since the day his parents died. now, he’s older-- hopefully
wiser. inside he still feels twisted by what happened, but he’s got a cause now.
he’s got his PLANS. she wasn’t a part of that plan. tracking her down after
the brief almost encounter-- seeing her in passing, him in the car, her crossing
the road--- NONE OF THIS was a part of his plan upon returning to the city.
but old habits die hard, and she was always one of the better things about
his life in gotham.
so now here he stands, unsure if she’ll even remember him. SIX YEARS IS A LONG TIME, especially at their age where everything changes and happens so quickly. but he’s got to give it a chance-- alfred practically PUSHED him to it, but he hardly put up a fight. mostly, he’s curious about the girl he knew.
so he stands on campus, feeling wildly out of place, waiting for her. a smile on his face, a hopeful look-- and what he hopes he’s remembering were her favourite sweets.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?!”
angst time! ( aka fuck me up real goood ) | @iwillsoldieron | status: accepting
“you didn’t NEED to know. it has nothing to do with you.”
arkhamtoknight replied to your post:“How could you do this to me?!”
jason voice: “hypocrite. betrayer.”
bruce: iS IT TOO LATE NOW TO SAY SOOORRRYYY?!
“When’s the last time you slept?”. (trY TO STOP ME)
angst time! ( aka fuck me up real goood ) | @insanivit | status: accepting
“it doesn’t matter, alex. i’m too BUSY for any of that to matter.”
“How could you do this to me?!”
angst time! ( aka fuck me up real goood ) | @arkhamtoknight | status: accepting
“i didn’t WANT THIS! how many times can i say it? i didn’t plan for ANY OF THIS TO HAPPEN!”
“Arkham Asylum is not just any institution for the criminally insane. It’s the Ivy League of insanity. A “Harvard” for Psychopaths. Anything not described on the new inventory is contraband. Do not bring these items inside, no matter how small or commonplace they may appear. Bits and pieces do not fall through the cracks here. They fall into the hands of the best, the brightest and the sickest” -Jeremiah Arkham, the administrative director of Arkham Asylum.
Batman villains are the best villains.
Basic Angst Starters
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
open???thing????
“it would appear A LOT has changed since i left gotham. --who knew the CRIMINALS would gain such a tight hold.”