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hire the people who mugged you for some reason
theory: that so called ‘”’”’giant’”’”’ penny in the batcave is actually a regular penny and the entirety of gotham has just been really really tiny this whole time
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@deadchange💕’d for a riddle!
¿¿ Answer me this, inquisitive Query. To give me to someone I don’t belong to is cowardly, but to take me is noble. I can be a game, but there are no winners. What am I? ??
Her first response is the same as always, a how the fuck should I know? begging to trip off her tongue but- well. She wants to figure it out. It makes her feel all warm and fuzzy when she gets it right.
It’s probably something deep. Life. Death. Luck?
Game of chance makes sense, and if you’re being cynical then there aren’t any winners. Is taking a chance noble? And is giving somebody a chance cowardly? Not really.
If Echo was here to exchange glances with she’d probably have worked it out already. They always worked better together. Love. Hate. Pity? Only really fits the ‘take me’ part. Something along that line though.
“... Blame. Is this because we ran out of hot chocolate? I already apologised for that one.” Passive aggressive jerk.
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What kind of question is that, Diedre ?
... A totally reasonable one? Look, my brother gave me a poinsettia for Christmas and I’ve got my hands full enough taking care of Eddie, that plant is not going to survive with me.
Soooo.... ?
Other people's henchmen: We're so scared of our boss!!!
Riddler's henchmen: How many marshmallows does the boss take in his hot cocoa? 7???? Right??
❝ The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math. ❞
Diedre snorted at that (despite her best efforts nose laughter often shattered the illusion that she was one hundred per cent sexy at all times) and stepped out of the way of the open door so Harley could come in. Surely Eddie wouldn’t mind if she stayed a little while? Those two were bros, right?
In the distance, police sirens wailed.
“So how’s that different from every other time?”
❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞
N’aw, look at her. She’s so adorable. Diedre was never sure why but whenever she saw Linsday she always got the urge to shake her head fondly. This probably wasn’t an appropriate reaction considering the fact the two of them were hiding from the police because of something that absolutely wasn’t Diedre’s fault at all, shut up.
“C’mon, it’s not like the two are mutually exclusive!”
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“Guide to Troubled Birds” sentence meme
- ❝ The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math. ❞
- ❝ I preen for Satan. ❞
- ❝ I disembowel. It’s what I do. ❞
- ❝ He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give. ❞
- ❝ I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip. ❞
- ❝ I love you despite the warning signs. ❞
- ❝ I’m a dirty bird. ❞
- ❝ This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame and self-torment. ❞
- ❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞
- ❝ Dealing with you is like herding cats. ❞
- ❝ My mating dance is mostly seizures. ❞
- ❝ This jackassery will not stand! ❞
- ❝ I’ve been through hell and come out singing. ❞
- ❝ Your love has made me a drunk. ❞
- ❝ I’m not majestic on weekends. ❞
- ❝ God can’t help you now. ❞
- ❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞
- ❝ I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it. ❞
- ❝ He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good looking. ❞
- ❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞
- ❝ Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head. ❞
- ❝ My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage. ❞
- ❝ I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place. ❞
- ❝ I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time. ❞
- ❝ I’m addicted to shiny things. ❞
- ❝ The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a mild form of insanity. ❞
- ❝ My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off. ❞
- ❝ Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it. ❞
- ❝ The drinks came. I wasn’t about to be sobered by anything like regret. ❞
- ❝ Foie gras this, motherfucker! ❞
- ❝ The whispery groans in my mind are beginning to issue orders. ❞
- ❝ Unicorn of love, impale me! ❞
- ❝ Oh. You’re an artist. ❞
- ❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞
- ❝ As always, all I should’ve said was, “I love you.” ❞
query’s experiences with batman
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Jason already had an idea of who this woman was. He’d seen her picture before on a variety of sources, most of which were calling for her arrest. Jason was all too familiar with the life of being wanted by someone who claimed to be a ‘higher cause.’ However, he just wanted to see if she’d give him a name that no one else knew. “Identities don’t come so easily. Being in Gotham, I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now.” A side of Jason wanted to emerge. The flirty side, but he kept it professional for the time being. He did have a reputation to uphold, after all.
Alright, Plato. She was surrounded by damn philosophers. If only she was continuing with the angry tract, just so she could say she thought him pretentious. A simple I don’t want you to know would have sufficed. But she had an act to uphold, so she put one hand on his arm (please don’t shoot me please please) and smirked because she never learnt how to smile properly, “In that case- when is a guy like an identity?” And threw in an eyebrow waggle because she’d never learnt subtlety either.
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“Oh? Is that right?” Lowering his gun slowly before holstering them, keeping his gaze on her from underneath his mask. He had a good few inches in height on the woman, having to look down slightly the closer she got. His gaze couldn’t help but avert to her thighs, enjoying the sight of the fishnets squeezing against her skin. Lucky for him, his mask hid those looks. “You got a name?”
He wasn’t entirely sure about how to go about things with her, but it was obvious that she wasn’t in any hurry to kill him. Perhaps Jason was becoming soft, but he felt it necessary to figure out her true intentions for the time being.
Gotcha. That’s right, sweetheart, put the guns away. Nobody’s gotta get shot in the head. (Batman once threw her out of a vehicle in a highspeed chase. She really doesn’t want to know what these so-called ‘heroes’ can do with a pair of pistols.) Everything is going to be fine and hey, who knows? Maybe she can even get a sweet story out of this.
“Query,” because there is no way in hell she’s saying her real name. It’s not a secret, it’s been on arrest forms and whatnot, but a real name makes things personal and what she’s doing right now is her job. It’s not so different from working at Pandora’s Box, not really.
“What about you? Do I get to know the guy behind the mask?” And wouldn’t that be something to boast of. She would be set for life if she managed to uncover one of those damn secret identities.
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At first, he was still a bit peeved with her attitude towards him. He was, afterall, capable of unloading a few shots into her and just ending this mess. However, once she started going off on him about her little science project, he couldn’t help but find a slight amount of humor in it. She went from henchman to ranting college student in the matter of a few seconds. Keeping his gun on her, she’d gotten close enough to him to simply take it out of his hands, but he was quite confident that she knew if she tried it, it wouldn’t end well for her. “I don’t think you’re in a position to ask for apologies.”
“Don’t you know,” she grinned, one eyebrow quirking (she’d had to practice that in the mirror for a long time to get the right effect), “A lady is always in a position to ask for apologies.”
And just like that, all traces of bad mood are gone. It was mostly a distraction technique - and now she’s found another. Hopefully this one was more compelling, he hadn’t seem impressed by her my boss is going to kill me for my failure schtick. But she was an attractive lady in fishnets (as much as she wished she wasn’t in fishnets, because it’s cold) and what guy could resist?
Except the gay guys. They could probably resist. But at least she was close enough to kick him in the face if he didn’t go for it.