#LUSCINAI

[clawsextended]

@luscinai asked: s-e-l-i-n-a, the child signs. frowns. she's not sure if she's gotten that correct, glassy blue eyes looking up between selina and holly in hopes of some feedback. she's not too used to this yet, this whole communication thing, but it doesn't stop her from trying. how are you?

the cat’s smile immediately brightens. it gets bigger and bigger as the child moves her hands — it’s a limitless joy, a happiness far as the eye can see. the effort makes her heart skip a couple beats.

“great, doveling. even better to be talking to you.”

“….is a high-five still sign? it feels kinda universal or something.”

the kitten can’t help but ask, holding her palm out patiently to receive the request.

[rubycaped]

the flames were raging.

the heat unbearable.

she had kept heavy surveillance on the facility for months and knew there was something sinister going on within it's walls. after weeks of collecting evidence, she was not about to let all her work be all for naught. thus she pushed deeper into the laboratory.

she wanted to find someone. a victim of the experiments she suspected were being performed, one of the facilitators to interrogate. anyone.

Kate had grown concerned she was far too late, that Cadmus had abandoned the lab and started the blaze to cover their tracks after perhaps learned of her spying on the building, killing those they had experimented on in the process.

the smoke was too much. every step forward had become much more difficult than the last, often coupled with a deep cough. she readied her grapple gun for a swift exit before suffocating. she pressed on.

one strong kick dislodged the debris that blocked her path to, what she hoped was, the last room to check for survivors. she almost froze when her eyes locked onto such a small figure among the dense smoke. adrenaline helped her launch toward them.

" come with me! "

@luscinai

[babydxhl]

@luscinai | starter call.

"I saw you watching."

Mary offers the information with a little tilt of the head, an amused smile curling the corners of her mouth. A black car — driver barely a shadow behind the tinted windows — idles in the gutter at her back, waiting for her to climb in.

Instead, she leans back against the door, lights up a cigarette.

She had seen the figure silhouetted out of the corner of her eye as she was hanging off one cop's sleeve, offering a thousand watt smile to the other. Slipping them their money, getting information in return; a perfect circle of corruption going on within the sphere of a street lamp's light.

Both officers are gone now, strolled down the block and around the corner. Only Mary Dahl left behind, waiting for a little bird to show its feathers.

"Heroes don't mind bribery, now?"

[ofdads]

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Clark gently took the Booster Gold billboard and flung it into space. He seemed pretty satisfied with himself until he turned around saw Lu there. "Oh!"

"...uh, did—did you see that?" He asked, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "There was a weird bug on it! Yeah, an alien bug!"

[nightvow]

"What happened, Bruce?" Just Bruce. She doesn't even look at him—gaze remains all too focused on the coffin that was supposed to have Jason in it. Her best friend, once upon a time. "Explain."

What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened? JOKER HAPPPENED. What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?What happened?

He hears her, his attention snaps back into place. Bruce's hands are clenched tight, he's not even looking at the coffin anymore. He's been staring at it since they got back, hanging around like a phantom, another ghost joining the others that linger in this mausoleum that doubles as his home. A part of him hates bringing the coffin inside the manor, as if Jason's spirit might get chained down to the Wayne grounds.

Bruce doesn't know how to start. How did this happen? It just...did.

"He tried finding his mother. She...,"his words stop. "From what I can piece together, something happened between her and Joker. Jason showed up, alone, and–and..." He doesn't finish the rest. They both see what happened. "He killed him."

[sonicanary]

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Not a Robin, or any type of batbaby. She was also sure that Ollie didn't add any arrow kids to his collection... But who else then ? Not a speedster for surer. Perhaps an amazon ? That seemed very unlikely. "Hey, thanks for the help," big guys were being tied to a fire hydrant by the younger lady, police signals would resound soon around and nearer. "May I have a name to put on this mask ? I'm Black Canary by the way," she told her holding her hand out for the other to check. "I scream but I don't bite," she teased.

[batcrested]

"And what's all this stuff for?" Red Robin folded his arms across his chest and leaned his shoulder against the nearby wall, watching the other flit back and forth around the room. "Can I help with anything?"

@luscinai // starter call

[emeraldbuilt]

Why did Gotham create vigilantes like this? They were the most hard-headed - willful - it was a surprise that none of Earth's GLs had come from there. "And I thought Batman acted wildly," he mumbled under his breath, face in his hand. "Job got done well enough this time so I'll keep my mouth shut about the unnecessary risks. But next time how about we go with a plan?"

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[clawsextended]

@luscinai asked: “Alcohol is the anaesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.”

the cat’s brow quirks. head tilts. she tracks a gaze with her own patiently like trying to read thoughts, like trying to take it in. she’s searching for it, a way to follow a thread to unravel a tapestry. selina prefers to be the one holding all the cards.

“i don’t drink.”

she never said she wasn’t difficult.

[heroing]

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a  dark  figure  alights  on  the  rooftop  next  to  the  young  woman  with  hardly  a  rustle  of  cape.  batgirl  perches  on  the  edge  of  the  building.  she  turns  to  look  at  the  young  woman  and  tilts  her  head  questioningly.  “staking  out?”  she  asks.  her  head  tilts  the  other  way.  “or  waiting?”  

the  answer  doesn’t  matter  much  to  her.  she  settles  down  on  her  heels  and  prepares  to  assist.  her  own  patrol  had  turned  out  terribly  boring  and  she’s  hoping  for  something  a  little  more  exciting. 

[babydxhl]

That relationship meme because I can't send an emote BUT DO IT FOR ME

send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

mary is a snitch but she's subtle and annoying and her loyalties change on a weekly basis. that said, there are a few people she's always willing to give up information on, once they've known each other a while

weird overlap in their lives via selina ( @clawsextended dragging you in here sorry not sorry) odd little ships in the night moments where they almost almost almost meet but don't quite

mary isn't fluent in sign but she speaks enough to get by when she can't speak, plus little short hand signals for her henchmen, and it pissed her off extremely when she realised the nightingale was eavesdropping

I think mary would find herself almost..... not crueller, but more sarcastic maybe, less interested in finding some middle ground than she is w the rest of gotham's vigilantes, but even she can't quite put her finger on why that is. maybe it's as simple as not liking being bossed around by someone she's fairly sure is at least several years younger than her. maybe it's something else. it's going to take a lot more to win her over

[ofdads]

@luscinai

"so—you're kate's kid, right?" Dick looked at the small kid, eyeing the bells tied to her legs. "so—uh—what's up with that?" he pointed to her bells, trying to come up with something to talk to her about. he heard briefly that they thought about making her Robin, he almost chewed bruce a new one for even thinking that. especially after the whole 'firing' thing. Dick is still wondering if bruce is ever gonna clear that up but he's not holding his breath for it.

"do you get lost or something?"

[nightvow]

"So when are you gonna finally talk to him, old man?" They already know who the him she's talking about is.

Bruce stiffens up when he realizes what she's talking about. His eyes flicker to the screen with Khoa on it, there's a slight clench in his jaw. He knows he has to do it soon, but he's afraid of losing Jason. He reaps what he sows...

"Soon...I'll tell him soon. Not now. We have a mission to finish." He turns to look at her. "Getting older is realizing some of your decisions were wrong and having to live with the aftermath of it all."

[ataviisms]

sorry I did just read your latest ask for Mary and I can't lie I bursted out laughing akfnwjdjw. Waylon. Waylon no. Waylon—

he's just gonna---

[yoakkemae]

@luscinai ♡'d & got martha jones.

' stay still -- you lost consciousness for a few minutes. '

[clawsextended]

You said anything so :3c [ META ] + Lucille! For fun

dropping this under a read more because we’re intense as fuck out here.

oh god it’s so fucking complicated. because it’s love. like eternal love. like unconditional love. but she’s older now, and the cracks have become fissures, and she can’t help but see the little girl she was whenever she looks at lucille. and it leaves a horrid, horrid lump in her throat. the little girl she used to be. the little girl who died only a tiny bit older than lucille is when she meets her. it’s seeing that that makes her so ferociously, violently protective, a different kind than holly. her protective nature of luci is feral, leaves no room for panic or hysteria. it’s efficient and violent and maintains no sanity because every time she looks at lucille she remembers a little girl without a holly, a scared child who also couldn’t connect — who didn’t turn quiet or complacent, but bit and scratched and then became who she is now…. the same grownup who bites and claws and scratches.

her ability to handle things and remain calm or blank worries selina because that’s the reflection of her own face. over and over. she looks at luci and sees the memory of a little girl no kate or selina ever saved, the memory of a little girl who no one loved and grew up to be the woman who no one knew how to love. she sees the glass wall she has to look through in every interaction — and it’s not her, not genuinely. it’s like her mind is a haunted house and the ghosts come out sometimes to haunt her into silence, lock her into a seance of her own ugliest moments. and she watches them, watches lucille implore with that enormous gaze and again the attic creaks and she remembers that look on her face.

it’s strange, and it’s cathartic, and it’s triggering, and it’s healing, and it’s suffocating. she has every feeling talking to a child so intimately close to her own immense abuse. she sees that face reflected on her own and she’s looking into nothing, catatonic, and everything, euphoric.

but the light it affords is insane. lucille’s every accomplishment is warmly her own. she takes it in her heart with no selfishness but pure joy. every time she feels more comfortable or tries something new, selina’s in tears and hugging her about it. because it’s like watching a part of herself heal that no one had ever loved. maybe if lucille is lovable, maybe she might’ve been, too, even if she doesn’t know. maybe maybe maybe there’s a happiness to her every success, her every failure, because once selina had no one and nothing. once, she was empty.

and no, she’s not full, now. but if lucille can be better, can love, can be holly’s sister wholly and purely and actually and really, maybe she can be better, too. maybe the broken feeling does mend. maybe she won’t always be hopeless, helpless, angry.

there’s an utterly honest sense to them both. lucille has seen the worst of the worst at an age too young, was subjected to horrors herself — and selina, on a domestic level, was subjected to adjacent considerations. maybe they weren’t vivisections, weren’t drastic halogen lights and the burn of a white-hot scalpel, but they were the dark and constant fear of a shadowed room and a locked door, waiting for the next punishment. they were the waiting for her father to grab her by the neck and drag her to the kitchen to demand she make him breakfast, knowing it would come. it’s the kindred understanding that she and lucille have known too much to be mutually ‘acceptable’ for either of their ages. as a young child, luci knows terror. and so, selina doesn’t pull punches. she talks to her about things that would horrify most people… but what’s the alternative? allowing the kid to grow up until she’s ’the right age’ to discuss things? no, selina won’t let this child grow up like she did. locked deep inside her own head and now feeling like she can’t get out. she won’t allow that to fester.

lucille receives not just selina’s love, but selina’s intense patience. she doesn’t hurry things or statements, she listens and interprets. when lucille can’t speak, she’ll sign, and she’ll try to do the same for herself when she’s overstimulated, just to be a good example. she quickly adapts to her needs… well, the way any mother would.

she loves her with all her heart. and she displays it constantly as vividly as she can the same as she does with all her children. they’re sacred to her, not because they’re her legacy, but because they’re her love.