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Fabulous, the Amazon.

miss-lady-bat asked: "Make. Me." She replied, looking up at him. She was a lone woman in a cooperate universe. She ran Wayne Manor like an army and she wasn't intimidated easily. Bel had crushed men beneath her heel before. He was big, yes, and she had to tilt her head up to look him in the eye, and she could /feel/ his breath on her lips, but she wasn't going to back down. This was posturing, this was their first encounter. She wasn't going to submit to him.

 His lip curled into a smirk, her pluck not unexpected. “Gutsy,” he said simply, backing up and folding his arms. He didn’t have time for this, if he didn’t have a vendetta against her then what was the point in hanging around? But he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He had an odd sense of respect for this woman, against all his better judgement. “What’s your name, Batslut?”

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Perfect.

miss-lady-bat asked: She wasn't going to poke at the irony of that statement. She just forged on. "I do. Maybe even more than Bruce does. Tabby was /vicious./ But she wrote herself into a corner, knit herself into a knot that she couldn't win, her "games." Hate Belinda Wayne. Envy Belinda Wayne. Destroy Belinda Wayne. Become Belinda Wayne. But when you become the person you hate, who's left to /love/?"

 All this past tense about ‘Tabby’ was making him uneasy, like hearing his own eulogy. He resented the accusation of envy though it was painfully appropriate, again narrowing his eyes down at the woman, taking a few steps closer to use his significant stature as a tool for intimidation. Not that that ever worked with Bats, but at least they weren’t physically matched the way he and Bruce were. “Love’s overrated. Now back,” he leaned into her face, his voice a harsh whisper, “off.”

dirty-purple-suit asked: "Still sporting the medical tape mask, I see."

“Just as determinedly as you’re sporting that stupid grin. I hear you’re headed back to Arkham, what, did you fancy a vacation?”

miss-lady-bat asked: "No," she said, looking at him, eyes narrowed and cold. She reached up and --- crossed a line. Something that Bruce may very well slap her for, but she needed it. The face to face contact, the real face to face. Or, face to "face," in their case. Belinda pulled her cowl off and glared at him, tousled black hair and glaring blue eyes. "If it were about vanity, it wouldn't be so bad. This is about something far more petty."

 He stared at her incredulously. What was she doing? She took risks, she was strangely open, she was not Bruce Wayne. But she looked so like him… he looked at her with a mix of awe and horror, much in the way he himself had been looked at when he made his big reveal. Her stare was intense, intense enough to make him pull away. “You’re nuts,” he muttered. The beautiful ones always were… at least the ones who weren’t total trash. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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felinefataleatheart:

hushdunamis:

felinefataleatheart:

hushdunamis:

felinefataleatheart:

Elliot.

Well, well, well, look who crawled out of her litter tray.

-she rolls her eyes-

Charming as ever.

 Bet you feel real proud of yourself, don’t you?

Depends on what we’re talking about. There are some things I’m certainly proud of.

Ever obtuse, Kyle.

(Source: purplefemmefatale)

miss-lady-bat asked: She looked at him, her eyes serious but soft behind white eye lenses. "You did it too, huh?" Lady Bat squared her shoulders, but the rest of her posture spoke of regret. She was looking down, more at the scuffed toes of her boots than his bandaged face. "Tabby was my best friend. She was beautiful. I wanted to be her. All those red curls, and so smart. You never realize how ugly you are until you see your face on someone elses head --- "

 He tried to look her in the eye, hating those white-out lenses. He hated them on Bruce, too. Hated the cover they offered. Hearing that his stunt had been pulled before, Tommy felt yet again that his thunder had been stolen, that the rug had been pulled from under his feet. “Yeah well it’s not about vanity,” he snarled, thoroughly missing the point as usual.

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felinefataleatheart:

hushdunamis:

felinefataleatheart:

Elliot.

Well, well, well, look who crawled out of her litter tray.

-she rolls her eyes-

Charming as ever.

 Bet you feel real proud of yourself, don’t you?

(Source: purplefemmefatale)

miss-lady-bat:

detectivebat:

miss-lady-bat:

detectivebat replied to your post: OOC: Working more on Tabitha Elliot …

( OMG YES. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. )

(( Can you help me? :3c You’re good at this stuff ))

oh you flatterer! but o’course. C: totallyresistingurgetoplaymalekatekanebcidontevenknow use me as a sounding board!

(( since we’re dealing with women, I think Tabby would be TWICE as vicious as Tommy. 

“What is a friend … But a single soul dwelling in two bodies … “

“STICK A NEEDLE, BEL!”

Because women are bitches to each other BU ))

HEY OMNI

STOP BEING SO FLAWLESS K

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felinefataleatheart:

Elliot.

Well, well, well, look who crawled out of her litter tray.

(Source: purplefemmefatale)

miss-lady-bat asked: "Aw shucks," she said, her hands behind her back and lightly kicking the dirt beneath her boots. "And here I was hoping to see if you were pretty as Tabby~"

 ”Believe me, you’d see a similarity but it wouldn’t be with her.”

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(( DOOOO IT. ))

//YOU JUST WANT BROOCE TORMENTED BY THE GUILT

(( i wish i could reply but i’m just about to get a bus for five hours. FIVE HOURS. but i’mma start it on my phone, that’s how dedicated i am! ))

miss-lady-bat asked: "Well, then, you give me more credit than my school teachers~" she said, winking. She crossed her arms and seemed to lean back a bit, looking at him, taking him all in. "So. What's under those wrappings? Don't tell me you're secretly The Invisible Man?"

 What was this woman’s score? She was much more vibrant than stiff old Bruce, much more… appealing. Tommy felt pained at the realization that he found her attractive. His smirk lingered on. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”