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Ben Affleck as Bruce Wayne Batman v Superman : Dawn of Justice (2016) Dir. Zack Snyder

#he's so.... jejune... smarmy.... #the way his blank stare lights up with mockery and animosity... #truly just. peak. #mean old queen #000: // YOU'RE NEVER FINISHED WITH ME.

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🌀 you wanna fill out this interest tracker and plot with me so bad it makes you look stupid 🌀

#000: // OUT. #do we even do these anymore. idk

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#hot

#feral behavior #001: // YOU’RE NEVER FINISHED WITH ME.

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This is a great place for a romantic apology. Or a mob hit. Whichever.

#001: // YOU SHOULD STOP WORKING NIGHTS.

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"have i ever lied to you?"

red dead redemption 2. / accepting.

"no."

it's an inconsequential answer that doesn't mean much, because in the end, someone lies, leaves. betrays. everyone's a defector in one way or another, and he's nothing if not proactive.

he looks out the window pensively. no matter where he is, the metropolis sun seems to seep into every room. it warms his skin through the high windows of lana's office. the grays in his hair are silver in the light when he looks back at her, tension in his jaw relenting.

" - i know you're sharp enough to pick up on the fact that i'm prying for information. and no, i don't think you'd withhold anything. as much as i know him on paper, it's not the same, is it?"

#handwavey lex luthor as [insert political party] presidental candidate here #lifeforms #insert joke about two divorcees that i can't quite think of

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DIALOGUE PROMPTS FROM ROCKSTAR’S RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2. feel free to change pronouns & tenses as needed.

you’re the only one i can rely on to stay strong right now.

never thought i’d say this but it’s good to see you.

we’re gonna need to come up with a better story for that scar.

go away, you’re drunk.

you’re my favorite parasite. no, wait, ringworm is my favorite parasite, then rats with the plague, then you.

i’m not your idea of charity. 

who made you judge, jury, and executioner? 

i haven’t done anything wrong, besides not play the game by your rules.

what a mess we’re making of things.

no wonder they all leave you.

just be one thing or another. don’t be two things at once. 

have i ever lied to you?

i will break every goddamn bone in your body.

you ain’t as tough and dense as all that.

i wish i had acquired wisdom at less of a price.

we can’t change what’s done, we can only move on.

maybe you could just leave us alone. maybe you could fight some other battle.

don’t forgive me.

you can’t fight nature. you can’t fight change. 

we’re more ghosts than people.

you’ll betray me in the end, you’re the type.

have some goddamn faith.

do not die for pride.

you don’t get to live a bad life and have good things happen to you.

help someone who can still be helped, or help yourself.

i’m undone already.

you’re right to dislike me. i ain’t looking for that to change.

i’m a survivor, that’s all there is - living and dying. 

be loyal to what matters. 

i don’t kill for fun. i kill when i need to.

i’ve lived a bad life. 

life is full of pain, but there is also love and beauty.

take a gamble that love exists and do a loving act.

i guess i’m afraid.

that’s the problem - you don’t know you. 

you and i, we’re more ghosts than people.

maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do. 

i ain’t afraid of dying. 

i hope you find peace.

i gave you all i had. 

you’ve got a heart. a small one, perhaps, hidden deep inside, but a real one. 

some legacies are for pissing on. 

#000: // SENTENCE STARTERS. #need to sleep but !!! pls feel free to send some #will get to any that i may get tmw!

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was talking a bit about this with cherry last night, but it has me Thinking thoughts that i intend to inflict on the dash. i feel like an idea that is vaguely touched upon in the dark knight trilogy that is also very important to the batman mythos is the fact that bruce wayne and batman separately cannot save gotham, regardless of the batfam’s strength both as a family and their entire arsenal of military weaponry, and not even with the amount of money bruce can throw around gotham. bruce could bankrupt himself, but it wouldn’t be enough to fix gotham city let alone the rest of the world. 

but to focus more so on gotham city - there is a reason why yes, batman’s rogues gallery is iconic and prevalent in his story, but the (italian) mob and other organized crime, white collar criminals, corrupt politicians - those are batman’s truly most prominent antagonists. bruce views his mother and father’s legacy with rose-tinted glasses and thought their philanthropy helped shake the rich elites of gotham city out of their apathy. he thought via becoming batman in addition to expanding on his family’s philanthropy, that he’d be able to shake them out of apathy even more. not only rich elites, but regular people. that regular individuals could somehow make a difference thanks to batman’s inspiration, that people who may not necessarily be Good would want to make a difference in their own lives because of batman’s existence as a symbol in gotham. 

but of course, bruce is not in touch with regular people. regardless of his training, the amount of time he spent in disguise around the world as a working class or poor person with nothing, he will always be bruce wayne, a billionaire. very quickly, he was jarred from his own naivety and began to understand how crime  and poverty structurally works, especially in gotham city. the deep amount of corruption in the gotham city especially in the police force and in the local municipal government disgusted him, the greed that the elites collectively shared, it disgusted him, and is why his reputation has now reached urban legend and boogeyman status. it must rely on fear rather than hope to even have a chance to make a difference. especially in the wake of events like harvey dent having acid splashed on his face after being blackmailed by the mob for trying to speak out against them.

it’s why the tweets about bruce wayne donating all of his wealth instead of fighting the mentally ill do definitely bother me, because he literally does donate most of his money. does he partly dedicate himself to the batman role because Mental Illnes, Luv as an escape mechanism and partly because of his addiction to violence and control and adrenaline rushes? yes, absolutely, and that money could be repurposed for better shit. like this makes him flawed and i’m not saying he’s not.

i’m saying that gotham city is so fucked up structurally that it created batman’s rogues gallery for a reason. individualism doesn’t fucking work when it comes to gotham city’s problems, not like he originally thought it did. the individualist capitalist myth of one man donating enough to charity to save the world is as old as rockefeller but it is a myth that i feel a lot of people fall into, even with fictional characters like batman.

#AHHH i found The Post i made. #ETC. #individualism is a capitalist myth and it's why charity as a concept simply does not fucking work on a systemic level !!!!

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Smoke screen. #ThePunisher

#003: // NONE OF YOU ARE SAFE.

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dosdeux​:

          “I’m…” It isn’t even that he doesn’t want Bruce to know – the opposite, even. He’d love to be open about every piece of himself, even the parts he’s ashamed of and the ones he hates. What he can’t stomach is the risk of him thinking differently of him, and so he has to trust that he won’t.

          “Okay, look.” He takes a breath and a pause. “I’ve been having some… problems. Mentally. I mean, I always have, it’s just… gotten worse lately.“ He’d like to tell him more, go into detail, but it’s hard just to tell him, much less lay it all out at once.

          “I’m getting help, before you ask. I have been for years. You can guess it’s not something I really tell people about. People don’t usually understand.”

“i understand.” 

there’s something harvey’s not telling him. every instinct in him wants to know what it is and, if harvey doesn’t give it to him willingly, he knows he has the resources to find it, just like everything else. but harvey isn’t an objective. he isn’t a mission. 

so he lets his hand curl around harvey’s wrist. the contact feels indulgent.

“i’ve never really been in therapy. i probably should,” is his poor attempt at a joke, “could the stress from the campaign be making it worse?”

#DOSDEUX #DOSDEUX003

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morefearless​:

@vespectral​ said: “ think about what you’re doing. ”

the warning is husky in his voice. he’s staring her down with those white lenses, and she gets why she should be afraid. not to mention a little turned on, oh boy! but the truth is that harley ain’t gonna be on no short leash. not anymore. even though batsy is cute and all, and he does know how to tr(EAT) a lady right, she just ain’t in the business of being anyone’s accomplice. been there, done that, cried over it! 

❛ awww batsy, you’re real romantic! you know that? ❜ she fixes a devilish smile on her ruby lips and hits bruce’s shoulder with hers. like a doll with a button, her mouth quickly shifts into a frown. she’s playfully angry, but it’s very real how she cuts into his personal space. ❛ ya think that just because i’ve let’cha fuck me that i’m gonna listen? cute. ❜ 

“no. i don’t think you’d listen to anyone.” 

he’d anticipated this - harley throwing their dalliance in his face at the first opportunity she got. it doesn’t make the mention of it jar him any less, though he hasn’t quite felt as himself as he had the night they’d slept together. 

sex means little to him, not as much as it should especially when it comes to harley quinn, so it’s not exactly intimate entitlement that makes him grip her bicep to steel her in. she could throw him off, if she wanted to - he purposely doesn’t grip her that hard. 

“but you should consider it. not everything has to be a suicide mission, believe it or not.”

#MOREFEARLESS #MOREFEARLESS03 #batquinn verse tag.

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it’s how she likes it. how his kiss feels searing, more like a punishment than a reward. how his hand is like a shackle on her wrist, awkwardly bending the limb at her back. there’s a gasp of hurt settling in her throat that is soon removed by a sharp moan. because this is how she likes it. sex and passion are at least a little bit entwined with hatred and resentment. those are the secret ingredients that make the whole cake fun to eat! 

so, she accepts the kiss eagerly, and she even allows for the batman to think he’s in control, to think he’s the one driving this sailboat. that’s perhaps the only predictable thing about him, how he seemingly craves being the one who turns the keys to ignite the damn thing. 

what he may or may not know about her is that harley is resourceful. she’s entwining her tongue with his at the same time she’s using his armored body to lift herself up and wrap her legs around his beefy waist, all while he’s got her hands tied, very literally, behind her back. the move inspires a deep burning to ignite in her thighs, and she locks her ankles behind his back. 

gotcha! she wants to proclaim. but even harley knows when to shut the fuck up and let the moment happen. 

 instead of saying a damn thing, she uses that free hand of hers to tear the thin, shiny fabric of her dress, for no other reason then to show off the fact that she’d decided to forgo panties that morning. as if she’d been anticipating this. 

but of course she can’t shut the fuck up forever. staring directly at bruce, her face contorts in order to release the growl deep in her throat. it’s fitting. sometimes she feels more animal than human. 

the guilt he anticipates for indulging in whatever the fuck this is doesn’t stab at him in the moments following this collision together. it doesn’t stab at him when he grips at her hip for leverage, or when he bites at her lip, or when he grunts at the tightening of her pale long legs around him. it should worry him, shouldn’t it? 

it does anything but. he locks eyes on her, knows she’ll be able to read the look in his eyes despite the white lenses that obscure them from view as they narrow, glancing down at the space between them as he takes in the sight of her. 

the hand bracing her hip moves between them, still gloved and all, and presses a finger inside of her without preamble, not gently, either. thumb finding her clit, he pulls his face back to watch the way her face changes as he works her open. 

“tell me what you want, harley,” he says, because he’s in for the penny. may as well be in for the pound, which means that he fully intends on milking this for all it’s worth. 

#MOREFEARLESS #MOREFEARLESS02 #NSFW. #batquinn verse tag. #goddamn

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Chemistry The New Batman Adventures

#'it's called happiness' 'whatever it is i like it' #absolutely. love being correct about this. i love a depressed autistic bitch #001: // MY MELANCHOLY IS HOOFED.

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@morefearless

#choke me batsy

#releasetheayercut

#we need a tag! but hey #batquinn tbt #morefearless

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Bruce too tired for this Wayne in Same Stitch

#001: // MY MELANCHOLY IS HOOFED. #again. the superior iteration of bruce wayne. in this essay i will -

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          It’s good to hear him say that, even if he can’t find the words right now to express it. All of his other relationships had been long ruined, and while he’s learned to let go of his resentment, he hadn’t quite been released from his worry and sadness. Even if Bruce is all he has left, even if only in a small way, he could be happy with that.

          “Weird. I haven’t been free…” in any sense of the word, “in, what, over twenty years? I don’t really know what to do with myself. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great,” but, it comes with a brand new set of problems that he couldn’t prepare himself for, no matter how much he’d anticipated them.

          He takes a breath, as if he’s about to say something else, then pauses, tapping a finger on the arm of his chair. “I didn’t think you’d wanna see me. I mean, I wasn’t sure, but I sure as hell wasn’t gonna call you or anyone else first.”

“i didn’t realize i’d want to see you either.” 

it’s not actually meant to be as biting as it sounds, but he’s sure that harvey can stand a little heat - all things considered, anyway. he stands at his full height, gripping the edge of his desk as the latest flare-up of bursitis in his hip stabs at him in protest after sitting for so long. 

he’s so goddamn old.

speaking through a grimace, bruce adds, “as i’m sure you know, most of the city despises you. you’d probably be better off if you just left.”

there’s a but there. he looks at harvey expectantly. 

“against what some would say is my better judgement - i don’t agree. do you think i should?”

#DOSDEUX #DOSDEUX03 #VE: WE'RE IN THE GOLD ROOM WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY GETS WHAT THEY WANT.

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          All those thoughts of moving slowly rush out of his head when Bruce’s lips touch Harvey’s skin and his hand tugs at his pants. He can’t help an involuntary sigh at the contact, and consequently has likely betrayed some of his thoughts. Thankfully, he doubts Bruce will mind, as he finds his own hand inching closer to Bruce’s inner thigh.

          Still, he listens intently to his words, some of that lost composure returning. “That’s, uh… I should probably be too embarrassed to admit this, but that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Normally, he would be embarrassed – he is, to a degree, but he finds himself more willing to share those things he’s ashamed of with him, to the point it almost comes naturally.

          “But I want you to know, you’re not just an exception, you – you’re something else entirely. You’re really special to me.”

leave it to harvey to make this so sweet, when bruce had fully expected him to rebuke him for this, for wanting this, wanting him. it’s almost enough to make bruce ache and smart, because of course, he can’t have harvey the way he wants. to make it worse, it’s not even the world’s fault, it’s his own. this is a good enough victory, though, that he tries to cast that aside.

“you’re special to me too,” is easier to let go than he thought it would be. he doesn’t cheapen it with undoing harvey’s belt buckle, not yet, though his thumb strokes gently over his hip as if in promise, his other hand tipping harvey’s face to tip his forehead into his. the contact is dizzyingly intimate, more intimacy than all of the empty hook-ups and one-night-stands he uses to mask himself to the world. “harvey - i can’t tell you how - happy i am. i haven’t been, in a long time. as long as i can remember. i should be embarrassed to admit that myself, but i’m not. don’t be embarrassed about anything with me.”

which is a good segue into straddling harvey’s waist with long legs, surprisingly easier than he thought it’d be. harvey’s always been that much bigger than him, naturally broader and a head taller. he can’t say he hasn’t thought about it. his hands drag down harvey’s chest, fully indulging at this point as his lips find their way to the corner of his mouth. that’s when his fingers hook into harvey’s belt buckle. 

he doesn’t unclasp it, not yet, voice coarse,“tell me if you want me to stop.”

#DOSDEUX #DOSDEUX001 #🤠

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          He laughs a bit, though he knows there are plenty of people who have been interested in him for just that. His self esteem is low enough for him to believe at times that that is the only reason anyone would want him around, but he knows that was never the case with Bruce.

          Harvey pulls his hand away, unsure if the reaction was out of surprise or, something else. Instead, it ends up settling on Bruce’s thigh, dangerously close to his hip.

          “I always assume rich people are pricks. No offense.” By now, Bruce is pretty familiar with Harvey’s opinion on the wealthy, and it’s not generally favorable. Bruce is an exception to the rule, a bizarre outlier he’d never expected to encounter.

          “But you’re not like that. You’re not like any of those leeches at the fundraisers. You’re good. You actually care about things, about other people, instead of just looking to use them to get ahead. I could tell you actually wanna help, and… I love that about you.”

black eyes fix on harvey’s fingers at his hip. he wants him to touch him, wants to touch him. he hadn’t come here with any of this in mind, had come here fully braced for rejection, but now that he has harvey he has so much in mind that it’s hard to know what to do, especially with his own hands. it’s even harder, with his own secrets that he longs to tell harvey, but the optimism of what’s to come replaces whatever dread that precedes it, that came with the concerned look in harvey’s eyes as soon as his fingers brushed against the gnarly bruises under his shirt.

for now he cups harvey’s face with his hand, leaning in to kiss his mouth but starts to pepper kisses from his corner of his mouth to his jaw. “it helps that you inspire me to do better, i think.” 

in a silent request that he’s ashamed to admit is largely instinctive, the fingers of his other hand hook into a belt loop.

“i’m glad to be your exception,” he says honestly, it’s half-doused in flirtation and half in honesty. “you’re a good man, harvey. i’m not used to that at all, as you could imagine. and i’m glad that i met you.”

#DOSDEUX #DOSDEUX001