#⊰ ℬ ⊱ | never too late |

[mgicunleashed]

“NO! reversed” (Reinhardt. You on.)

The oofs and the sads ( accepting )

@kreuzritter-xnline

Under the cut because it is LONG

     🛡ℬ𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ;;– “…gitte!”

     “Brigitte!”

     She groaned as her eyes slowly opened, tracing a path to the source of the voice. It sounded like her father. And it was. Torbjorn was knelt beside his daughter, Ana on the other side making sure she was also taken care of. She moved slowly and shook her head to collect herself. She could still hear the sounds of battle not too far off– Had they not ended it? And if she was here where was…

     ‘ Where’s Reinhardt? ‘ She immediately asked, voice groggy as she began to look around. Ana tried to keep her from getting up, but that wasn’t happening. Before her or Torbjorn were able to stop her, she was already off and trying to find her godfather. Surely, he would have gotten out of there with minimal scratches.

     He always had.

     She saw his armour just off in the distance, some relief washing over her as she did… But then she saw Angela, the worried expression on the doctor’s face becoming clearer and clearer… Then she saw the position of Reinhardt’s body, the crimson staining his armour, staining Angela’s gloves.

     It was starting to click. It was starting to become all too clear and her heart began to pound, a pit growing in her stomach as she picked up her pace, practically tripping and landing on her knees as she took the elder man’s hand in her own and looked up at Angela.

     ‘ Angela… Ple– ‘ She choked on her words, tears welling in her eyes with a certain fright she’d almost certainly never shown before. ‘ Please tell me he’s going to be okay. ‘

    ♥ℳℯ𝓇𝒸𝓎;;– ‘ I promise you, Brigitte, I’m doing all I can! ‘

     For the medic, it all happened far too quickly. She had just finished making sure some innocents were taken care of, but she had used her abilities already so there wasn’t anything she could do outside using the caduceus staff. The next thing she knows, she’s watching a heated and brutal battle between Reinhardt and a great deal of enemies. One of them was his size, and seemed his strength too.

     He’d almost been killed then and there but some of their team managed to knock it off of him immediately. And she didn’t hesitate to jump in and get him out of there.

     But it seemed she may have been too late.

     She’d been trying to heal him with the staff while she waited for her energy to come back. But she’d already wasted so much. It was likely that if they lost Reinhardt now, they would never get him back. Her heart sank when she looked at Brigitte knowing these were the stakes.

     He was barely breathing now, hardly any time left. She moved as quickly as she could, trying to find any spot that would just give a burst of healing energy to the rest of his body. But there wasn’t anything– The staff was being rendered useless each passing moment it attempted to heal him. And… He’d lost a lot of blood…

     She needed to make sure he recovered. But how much time really was left, she wondered... And would it be enough?

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@districtattorneydent

      ❝ He sent you...? ❞ A mask of confusion dawned upon jaded youth, knowing Detective Gordon always held his best interest at heart ( a mutual gesture at that ). ❝ Did he inform you of— ❞ a story that had yet to withdraw its wedge from his throat, ❝ ....our case. ❞ 

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@legacyveiined

      ❝ I’m not any less victim than you, Commissioner. ❞ A stark reminder, cloaked in a mature dignity forced upon him as of late. There was sympathy there, surely, but nothing more than what little he expected in return. This was Gotham, after all — a city whose fingers had run out of people to blame for its putrefying reputation.

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@midhighlunacy

      ❝ O-ok—— I’m listening. ❞ Following the shadow of Detective Gordon had to lead him somewhere along the deep waters, but never had he expected to be caught in the midst of this maniac’s games. Gun was lowered, meeting the floor and leaving him stripped of any weapons; no point in fooling the fool himself. ❝ I swear I was only looking for a friend of mine. ❞

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                       @itsiivy

The sun was already coming down, and yet he was no closer in tracking down his friend. His payed guide seemed oblivious to his nerves, but that was neither here nor there. A cough later and his brows furrowed as he once again tried to recognize their whereabouts ;;

  ❝ Where are we going? I asked to see Selina, not this. ❞ Due a nod      towards the dirty alleys waiting to consume them raw.

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                        @oftheannex

Bruce turned around as soon as her silhouette dawned in the doorway, his face a neon sign reading brightly of ‘guilty as charged’. He had just browsed a few folders while waiting at the station, all thanks to Gordon and his time management. It was fine, he could wait — his curiosity, on the other hand...

   ❝ I-I’m sorry, miss. Detective Gordon left me here until further       notice. There was not much to do so I just— ❞ Looked around.

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&& murderousmrzsasz​

As if school had not been brutal enough, Bruce was soon to be blocked by yet another massive bully. Once the boy recognized the man standing in front of him, shoulders lessened in an utter letdown. So much for sheltering himself from the latest spectacles Gotham had had to offer.

        ❝ If you’re here on behalf of Cobblepot, tell him I’m not interested. ❞

[testiingmyself-blog]

thcriddler | from x.

Questioning his actions was a rather interesting choice; as far as Bruce was aware, the officers were prone to a few BRAWLS here and there as well. What made his case so special?

        ❝ Alfred was the one who taught me, actually.            If you call him, he’ll likely be quite proud. ❞

Everything happened to fall into this ironic cycle where everyone who  e n a b l e d  his behavior also were the ones with the most questionable ethics. Perhaps those were the few who understood his needs — and if not, they were the ones prone to neglect them. With a disheartened smile did the heir rise from his chair, his hand carefully supported while only one agenda circulated his mind ;;

       �� Can I go wash up now? I believe they have taken           what few tests they needed (if truly any) by now. ❞

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influencedbyfear

     ❝ They said no one was to disturb us. ❞

Without shifting his gaze did the boy speak as if he had the right; Alfred needed the rest without having doctors and visitors come by every other minute. There was no easy way to handle the flood of tragedies striking him mercilessly - the feeling was close to the asphyxiating one of drowning.

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misskringle

     ❝ I’m fine — thank you, miss. ❞

Being able to rest && recover at the police station after a wild night was truly appreciated; Gordon had kept him under his wing the entire run, with only minor damage dealt to them both. Until Alfred could rush over, he had to make himself comfortable for the wait. A doctor had already given him the green light, others bringing him all sorts of treats && refreshments. No reason to argue.

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murderousmrzsasz​

      ❝ Tell him to let me go! ❞

Bruce should have known that mixing business for friendship with the scum of Gotham would never pay off; he blamed Cobblepot for this, surely. The man holding him positioned certainly had no MERCY — perhaps the other would.

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batlcr

      ❝ I wasn’t doing anything—! ❞

His response was immediate, but in many ways fatal; Alfred had witnessed it himself, making him a LIAR forced to swallow his own words. Hands were still trembling after the experiment ;; his throat dry after holding his BREATH for so long. The pillow case he had used descended to the carpet, now tainted with apparent guilt.

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catisms

      ❝ Selina—? ❞

The boy could easily tell he was not alone; he knew all too well how that felt. That unnerving feeling had crept its way onto him as soon as he had entered the alley, now a little unsure of what to do next — or if she was even going to be there like she promised.

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heirexss

      ❝ No, I haven’t seen Alfred. ❞

Bruce muttered while searching his folders, his focus somewhere else entirely than that butler of theirs. In fact, he was quite content with not knowing where he was, at the moment.

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the0gre​ | from (x.)

        ❝ Try me, betch. ❞

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the0gre | from (x.)

   ❝ Yeah, well your clumsy behavior is offensive.        Come on, we’re in an expensive neighborhood;        I didn’t invest in these streets to have your face        planted on them, ew. ❞