#batagonist

[xenovair]

-ˋˏ*・★。 @batagonist​​ said :   💏   (   37.  ... without a motive   )

-ˋˏ*・★。50 WAYS TO KISS SOMEONE → ACCEPTING !

              THERE WAS SOMETHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THE NIGHT SKY ,     the way it managed to simplify everything ,   to quiet a mind as turbulent as her own .   Perhaps it was the nostalgia of gazing upon the stars in a different galaxy or the serenity that comes from being so high above the calamity down below ,   not alone but company so welcome she feels just as settled as she would be if in solidarity .     SO SHE WOULD GIVE INTO HER WHIMS FAR EASIER ,     the one usually so violently opposed would extend calmly lit hand until fingertips can ghost gently upon his jawline ,  coaxing him toward her just enough for lips to be pressed to the corner of his ,  lingering a moment or two until they curl into a simple smile .

               NO REASON IS GIVEN AS NO REASON IS PRESENT ,     she couldn’t give him a reason even if he asked ,  not without thinking beyond the affection itself ,   a level of introspection that she is fundamentally opposed to .

#i kept this as vague as possible so u can continue with ur own context if u like <3333 #i told u it was NICE #it would appear he has an upgrade to the free hand holding pass #batagonist #・★ *｡:- ANSWERED ══ ❝ the king is dead. long live the queen ❞ #are they on a stakeout or are they on a midnight picnic whos to say !

[cybervigilante]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   ?     Koriand’r cannot call to mind the rest of this earth idiom,    focused plainly on the lulling drone of Jason’s voice and the peace she feels to have both him and Roy back within her fold.     it seems like this was to be the natural order of things for the former outlaws     ⸺     to appear on each other’s doorsteps at random and stay for varying periods of time,     sharing with each other what has happened since they’d seen each other last.

it’s not usually so bittersweet,     but Koriand’r,     present,     caring,     always seeking the best for those dearest to her,      had quietly asked Jason how therapy had been unravelling for him.   now she held his hand gripped tight in her warm palm,     heart at her throat to look upon him recounting his most recent session and suddenly looking so utterly lost.   

❝     𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃.     𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃, 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷.     ❞      @batagonist​ admits.   Koriand’r is heartbroken to note the unease that permeates his body,      prompting him to look more war-torn than usual.

a quick tilt of her head towards Roy allows her to see the bevy of emotions heavy on his handsome face from where he sat folding Lian’s freshly washed clothes,   his hair pulled up on a half-knot to allow for more ventilation on his body in the San Francisco heat,       ❝     does she know  ?   about  ....   you know  ....  ?     ❞      ‘   your death,   that you died   ‘    goes unsaid as he gestures aimlessly,      speaking in the vague way he was prone to when the conversation touched upon something he was confused by,     uncertain of,      or uncomfortable about.    

 ❝     that does not matter.    ❞      she deliberates imperiously almost as soon as Roy has finished speaking,      the melodic soothe of her gentle voice like the whisper of summer air through windchimes.      she releases his hand in favor of placing both her palms on either side of his face,     steadying him,     tethering their eyes together.      ❝     Jason.   ❞      the collection of syllables corresponding to his name roll from her tongue with languid elegance,      tone warbled and an octave higher,    inquisitive.     it seems almost deceptive that she could sound so sweet when the blade of her warmhearted bluntness,      the caring confrontationality she employed in situations where her beloveds grazed past what should be confronted head-on,     seemed intent to cut through the crust of the scab covering the wound of his death.     ❝    𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳   ?     ❞    

#batagonist #˗ˏˋ ⋆ koriand’r / ⅠⅠ . i’m still breathing #1. outlaws as accidental roommates a concept by me #2. the fact that we can have outlaw threads ???? we are SO powerful #color coded text just because this has both roy and kory but its so tiring v___v

[batfall-a]

THE  fall   hadn’t   been   graceful    ,    one   wrong   CALCULATED  step  and  he  had   fallen  through  THREE   floors.   the  building   was  old  ,  the  water  hadn’t   helped.   black  mold   grows  upon   walls   as   it   slowly  takes  over  it’s  new  host.   from   within  the  shadows   a  voice  calls  ,   

are you trying to get yourself killed ?  /  @batagonist

lenses’   go    to   scan    ,   and  a   NAME  is  offered  -   this  particular  name  he’s   seen  before.   slowly   stands the drywall leaves it's mark upon kevlar as a hand goes to brush debris off. ' it would appear so ' annoyance , ' though i've heard so are you ' tongue coats words in the slightest bit of humor.

the apartment complex building shifts , and where he fell moments before bears the signs of that shift. ' some call it luck ' muttered as head looks back , and sees the FALLOUT of his mis-step. ' we're in for a long night ' as cowl covers face , and all he offers are eyes that match the grey sky that is accented with AIRCRAFT. ' what's brought you to the area ? '

currently where they are can only be reached by boat , though ? they BOTH have their ways. gotham sinks , and the smell of rotten flesh still wafts. the air CRISP as it cuts through the complex , and creates a sort of wind tunnel that carries his next words, ' she's out for blood ' eyes slightly widen as chin points to the city. ' nothing changes '

#batagonist #hi i hope this works! #nothing like just making up our own canon fidjfd #. / V. COURT OF OWLS #. / INTERACTION #.002

[exghul]

@batagonist​  liked the sc !

   ❝   WAIT HERE.   ❞.

damian is very particular about who ENTERS and EXITS his room in wayne manor, especially when it comes to his brothers. all of them, he considers NOSY and somewhat obnoxious ( depending on the day ). he considers his patience with jason A SOFT SPOT. regardless of this, however, jason still is not allowed in damian’s room unless explicitly invited: which is not today.

he takes a moment to slip into the room, locking the door tightly behind him, before he surveys the space. an empty easel sits among a pile of discarded canvas close to the door, as if moved in & out of the room often: he steps over these carefully. it takes him a few minutes of rummaging, but alas! he finds the book he was looking for. he picks his way back to the door, unlocks it, & slips out just as before. without missing a beat, he thrusts it towards his brother.

    ❝   here.   ❞.

#batagonist #⊰ ℜ ⊱ IT'S MIDNIGHT DAMN RIGHT ; WE'RE WOUND UP TOO TIGHT \ verse : boy wonder #hes just stepping over all of his legos

[mknbrd]

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

for a moment, bobbi considers. her life has, in essence, been one string of fights after another, nothing but a scramble to keep her head above water. that's all the world is really, when she considers it — a string of give and take, push and pull, chaos and law, interspersed with quiet moments that lull into a false sense of security.

take this one, for example. after what feels like the longest night of fighting crime in her recent memory, bobbi morse sucks on a half-consumed joint held between gloved fingers, and watches the sun rise on a city that seems to be built on a bed of concrete and blood. and she knows the last eight hours will have all been for naught in a few hours' time, but she does it anyways — partially, because it's the right thing to do, and partially because she's never been able to turn down a good adrenaline rush.

" if that's true — " it is. she knows it, in her core. bobbi blows pot smoke out of the left hand side of her mouth, and then holds out the joint for the taking with a wide grin. " what does that make us ? devils or fools ? "

#then you changed the game. ﹐ arc. #batagonist #drug tw

[felinoir-a]

𝙰   𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷   𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻   𝙾𝙵   𝚁𝙰𝚉𝙾𝚁𝚂   𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺   𝙾𝙵   𝙰   𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁   𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁.   Cats   are   an   elegant   species   that   often   preferred   the   neatest   solutions   to   their   problems,   but   certain   situations   called   for   examples   to   be   made.   Something   about   Gotham's   smog   thick   air   heated   her   blood   to   boiling,   drawing   out   a   viciousness   that   didn't   exist   on   the   other   side   of   the   river   in   New   York.   On   edge,   short   on   patience,   temper   frayed—  

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐀   𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅   𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘   𝐂𝐀𝐓?

❝      You   really   wanna   make   that   bet,   Red?      ❞   Slitted   pupils   blown   wide   and   head   cocked   to   the   side,   the   Black   Cat   was   nothing   but   taut,   lethal   lines   and   malicious   intent.   The   explosion   had   seared   her   skin   through   the   suit,   leather   clinging   painfully   to   rapidly   welting   skin,   but   the   grip   on   the   .44   Magnum   didn't   waiver.   She'd   risked   her   skin   for   this   damn   job   and   she   sure   as   shit   wouldn't   be   letting   a   cocky   upstart   in   a   stupid   helmet   separate   her   from   her   prize.     ❝      Because   I   can   guarantee,   you   aren't   lucky   enough   to survive   playing   with   me.      ❞     

@batagonist asked : you're not going to shoot me.

#˗ˏˋ inbox . ››› 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂𝚃 . #˗ˏˋ arc I . ››› 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 . #batagonist #˗ˏˋ queue . ››› 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙵𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 . #[ idk why there's something sexy about fe holdin him at gunpoint ]

[acidcaught-a]

        “ it’s freezing out here, you know. ” @batagonist stands on a rooftop. a bundled harvey is crouched behind him, black coat wrapped around him with a tight belt squeezing the fabric to his figure. he keeps waiting for the younger boy to sneeze inside his mask. “ heard you were out tonight. got bored at the house. ” not that harvey intends to charge into battle with him.. “ have you been home lately? to visit? ”

#batagonist #hope this is okay!! i can change anything ~

[cybervigilante]

𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽,      𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝚄𝙳𝙶𝙴.    she recognizes Jason’s heavy footfall,    the weighted shift of his gait riddled with guilt as he makes it through her window.     her sights remain tethered to the myriad of screens she was surveilling.     resolute in her intent to ignore him and carry on dutifully.      ❝     red hood.   can i help you ?      ❞       her voice inquires coldly by way of greeting,    eyes sweeping across one of her screens as she accesses a file to peruse.    it’s only when he stays fixed where he stands,    the blatant uncertainty of his next approach radiating off his tensed form,    that she turns.    her brow shifts up sharply,    a reproach of    ‘   i’m busy. are you just going to stand around all day ?   ‘    ready on the sharpened edge of her tongue,    poised to dart at him with the vitriol of her stubborn contempt until she sees the distress plain on his features.

❝         𝙸’𝙼 𝚃𝚁𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝙸’𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈.     ❞      @batagonist​​  speaks ruefully,    soft as the tail-end of eyes that won’t look at her directly.     she softens only slightly,    conceding the right to dialogue only because,  in that moment,    he looked so much like the cheeky little kid he had once been.   the one she used to tutor,     the one she used to revel in watching grow until she one day couldn’t.

❝       jason.    ❞      she addresses him personally now,   taking off her glasses and sighing heavily as she rubs at her weary eyes.     she wheels herself closer to where he stood as if cemented,    stopping short a respectable distance and crossing her arms to make her continued upset obvious.     ❝      you can’t use the intel i give you to make a mess of the criminal underground.     i know your praxis is to destabilize from within,     but we’re supposed to be stopping these guys not tangling their criminal webs even more.    ❞      

#batagonist #˗ˏˋ ⋆ barbara / ⅠⅠ . do i look defeated to you ? #immediately thats her baby brother

[rahbid]

TARGET   :   TODD, JASON. LOCATION   :   @batagonist​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   otherwise prompted. ENCRYPTED   :     but i know about suffering; if that helps. i know that it ends.

         it’s such an innocent comment, sweet, even. he means no harm, she knows this and yet, the urge to hit him very hard over the head with something very heavy is one that takes immense effort to choke back down. in her momentary trust, her face scrunches up with a certain distaste. she convinces herself that this not honesty, merely an unpleasant attempt at calling him a moron without so much as uttering the word, the way the girls on her television shows stare people down until they feel guilt for speaking at all.

       [   i know that it ends. i know that it doesn’t. i know that every day i wake up and my brother is not here is another day i wish i’d never woken up at all. i know that since he died, i have not felt peace. i know that no one could ever love me as he did. i know that something in me died and will forever be festering, rotting in their very depths of me. half of my soul was ripped from the inside of me, it took my blood and organs with it and i am empty. there is no cure for that, no pill to make the pain go away like the one that makes my delusions rest, no amount of time that could lull me into any comfort. artemiy is dead. he will always be dead. nothing can fix that.   ]

       ❝   it doesn’t.   ❞   said definitively, as if correcting him on a commonly mistaken fact. a pause   ---   then, a softer,   ❝   thank you for trying.   ❞

#she doesnt genuinely Mean any of her current mean thoughts #jason just hit a sore spot xoxo #wtriting this made me so insane thank u #batagonist #「 ACCESS FILE :// OUTGOING. 」: target eliminated˒ mission success.

[batsign]

Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.

please leave my office, jason.

#batagonist #answered #im CRYING

[ulfhrafnx]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 @batagonist.

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. ❞ the crimson bat symbol , emblazoned on his chest for all to see , was a neon target placed not only on himself but on her as well. he was bad for business , as was any affiliation with the batman in this part of gotham — yet somehow she’s less bothered by that , more so the possibility of him encroaching on her work.  her attention remains fixed on the scope of her rifle , even as he moves out of her peripheral view. her target ? a kingpin some very powerful people wanted gone. 

#batagonist #☽✦☾ | ic. #v. loup mere #`` ok hear me out #lira being paid to take out a person #but jason needs that very same person alive