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you're so scared of being loved, you'd rather bleed than be held.
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i love when i wake up and someone sent me a bunch of texts while i was asleep like wow you actually missed me.
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Warden of Gothamโs Night | Worldโs Greatest Detective
Origin: Gotham City, DC Universe
Alignment: Lawful Umbral
Affiliations: Wayne Enterprises โ Bat-Family โ Justice League
๐ฆ โJustice doesnโt ask for permission. It waits. It watches. It strikes.โ ๐ฆ
Broken by loss and rebuilt into method and myth, Bruce Wayne forged himself in the dark until he became a principle: fear, mastered and weaponized. Kevlar for skin and a mind honed like a cold blade, he walks the razorโs edge between vengeance and justiceโand refuses to cross it. Philanthropist by day, specter by night, he keeps Gotham standing through the unyielding weight of his code.
๐ฆ Armored Batsuit & utility belt (batarangs, grapnel, smoke, EMP)
๐ฆ Master tactician, multi-discipline martial artist, relentless discipline
๐ฆ Forensic deduction, infiltration, fear as a calculated weapon
๐ฆ Mobile arsenal: Batmobile, Batcycle, Batwing
๐ฆ No-kill code; indomitable will; contingency for every scenario
Do you think you can endure his gazeโor mad enough to challenge his night?
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"Stop being grumpy, I made you some lunch."
She said, setting on the nightstand beside him a plate with his favorite sandwich. The two had been living together for about a year now and she had learned all his little habits. Like him always forgetting to eat.
"You might just be a tad special.."
She shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip of her drink before setting it down. She turned her whole body to look at him, giving him her full attention.
"I got nothing better to do. I'd love to tag along if ya dont mind." She smiled
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Iโm not trying to be mean to anyone but i think we need to stop posting tylerโs children online and having opinions about them. Yes their mom and dad share photos of them and i get if itโs a photo with tyler being sharedโฆ. but idk these kids never asked to be famous and
"Hmmm'
She looked at him, up and down for a moment as she began to jokingly think hard.
"I think so." She chuckled.
"Hmm.. depends. If I actually like a person and truly interested then I flirt for real."
She said as she sipped on her tea, running her free hand through her purple hair. "Why ya ask?" She looked at him with a smile.
"Mmhm, my favorite! Thank you!"
She took the bottle gratefully and leaned against his kitchen counter as she took a sip. Her eyes darted to the little tattoo on his love handle.
"Nice tattoo ya got there." She smirked a bit.
"Oh I've always wanted to go to Japan! What's it like?"
She asked as he squeezed her. She didn't mind so much. She craved this sort of affection.
"Hm.. got any tea?" She asked after letting go as well and then following him to his kitchen.
She chuckled softly, the joke making her cheeks red. She went into his arms and hugged him tightly. She had always loved hugs.
"Quite alright. Just glad to be out of that apartment. It gets lonely in there, especially since he's barely home anymore." She shrugged. "And you?"
Vivian smiled when he came out of his office. She wore a simple purple tank with black ripped shorts and a leather jacket. She felt a bit guilty for coming over. She felt as if she were disturbing him.
"Oh, im sorry did I come at a bad time?" She asked concerned.
the purple haired girl was already dressed and ready. she just had to freshen herself up. she grabbed her purse and walked out of her house, locking the door behind her. she walked down the street to the man's house and walked inside, taking her shoes off. "Theo?!" She called.















