#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?"

[sonicanary]

@luscinai liked for a starter.

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?"

@luscinai LIKED FOR A PARA STARTER

[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---

[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.

[yoakkemae]

@luscinai ♡'d & got martha jones.

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

[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

[rubycaped]

@luscinai said: ❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ // assorted dialogue prompts // open

though she had heard the question, her brain was still trying to process what Lu had asked. it had, in fact, been around nine days since Kate had gotten any real sleep. running solely on caffeine and hour long power naps.

her hands were curled around a mug of ginger tea and a tablet filled with dozens of reports and police transcripts downloaded from Bruce's and Oracle's servers. Kate had offered to take on "smaller" crimes that had fallen through the cracks with the rise of the bigger name rogues being at large.

initially to spend more time with her daughter outside of work - however she had gotten obsessed with helping as many people as she could, thus a lack of sleep as she had spread herself thin.

" uh, 9:45 pm. " that's what she wanted to know ... the time right?

[spoilante]

tasked by Babs with keeping tabs on Black Mask and his new crooked venture, Stephanie sticks to the shadows of the alleyway as the focus of her sight remains on the building across the street. though a dilapidated structure, the crook and his cronies occupy the building. As if hiding out in a rundown warehouse is a new idea for a 'hideout.' she scoffs.

a shake to her head disrupts the thought, but invites a hard edge to tighten her lips; her lower lip disappears beneath her teeth as old wounds ache at the notion of her former tormentor and almost-murderer.

she bites a little too hard at her lip, attempting to rid herself of such distracting thoughts. Don't let him get to you, Steph... that was ancient history, after all. she's stronger now—capable, too—and wouldn't allow herself to fall for such tricks again.

sensing a presence behind her, she glances over her shoulder as @luscinai lands next to her. ever silent, Batgirl watches as Nightingale situates herself and then, a slow grin spreads along the other female's face.

“   maybe  we  can  play  a  game  to  pass  the  time  until  someone  notices  we’re  missing .   ”

lips tug downwards, forming a frown. stakeouts weren't meant to be fun, but the thought of passing the night with a game is tempting.

...and yet, Steph doesn't want to disappoint Babs...or risk her wrath. ( or let Black Mask get away, should she be too distracted. ) gnawing on her lower lip a little more, she tilts her head and offers, ❝ What about getting a little closer instead? See what they're really up to? ❞

[blondebatt]

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace. / uwu don't mind me

REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. / accepting!

Her voice huffs, heaves, struggles to breathe under the half broken mask she wore in the burning building. "Yeah! You better get your sorry butt ove-- Wha--?!"

Stephanie is no stranger to the impromtu fireman's carry. And yet, she's taken by surprise as Lulu decides to full-on lose her mind, that she's not keeping pace, and obviously: carrying her and running for the hills is the best option. Sorry for having a broken foot, Nightingale. These things are a nasty fix! Batgirl clings to the other's neck, needing to regain balance after being heaved up.

"What happened to 'hello'!?" She insists, referencing the meme: "How are you?! My name is?!"

[cinnamunspice]

"Due to personal reason, I will be going off the fucking rails." For Steph!

games // always accepting !

It's not that surprising, honestly, given the circumstances at hand. Batgirl's knuckles crack as they make contact with the cornered thug, and it's satisfying watching him crumble to the floor beneath her. The night hadn't been peaceful, and it hadn't been quiet. That's not due to her partner, of course, and Batgirl loved company where she could find it.

The conversation between the two girls turned personal, and she's listening to this rant bubble up, and with that final declaration, hiss out like a deflated balloon. She crouches, trying to find the stolen artifact they were on the run for.

"Hm."

Nightingale stands to her left, and Stephanie purses her lips in response. It's covered by the mask that obscures the lower half of her face. Which is odd, because Stephanie was never shy in sharing her opinion. The young adult feels a little off balance, like this situation should be treated with care and (rare!) patience. She tosses the older girl ( by, like, a month! But Lucille would never let her forget it!) some assumed evidence.

"Yeah, well. I don't blame you-- but, we should probably do this first before you go ballistic. And anyways, you go off the rails, but what does that look like?"

[exghul]

❝ we do not. ❞ eyes roll, even as fingers find themselves combing through short hair, tangling behind soft ears. posture as he might, damian cannot find the prejudice in himself to pass judgement on a creature with no choice in the body they were born into. too hypocritical. ❝ take-- ❞ he lifts the dog in one hand, peering beneath. ❝ --him with you before father returns, i will break the news that he died a warrior's death. ❞

❛ ... i wasn't aware we have new family members. ❜ and by that, lucille means the little chihuahua wagging its tail at her. by far, not exactly the strangest animal they've had in the manor. could be worse. still, a bit peculiar, if anybody asks her.

@exghul held me at gunpoint so i had to commit.

[deathxcko]

short starter for @luscinai

THE GUN IS hot in his hand. the machinery is too recent to have dated signs of a smoking gun, but he feels the metaphorical heat of it regardless. He tries to keep his hands clean in Gotham, a sign of tentative truces that leave the bat on his chest a friendly sign instead of a target, but... The Red Hood doesn't play by the Bat's rules. Never has, never will. Tonight, he was supposed to have sniffed out a rather large shipment of dangerous psychoactive pills called self destruct. Not a good name, and the euphoric contents made his inner red flags go off in loud alarm bells. The Red Hood finds, instead of a pallet full of pills, smuggled body parts of undetermined victims and of all ages. He sees red, and the rest is history. Jason's the only one alive, in the room. two bodies of the 'suppliers' laid out.

Which... not great, because as badly as he wanted someone to fucking pay for this... dead men don't tell tales, right? There's a sound of someone drawing nearer, and he doesn't hesitate to aim the weapon at her next. Nightingale's face greets him, and a sour taste in his mouth returns.

"Take another step and you're a dead woman." the mechanical voice from his helmet drawls. And he means it, too -- especially considering the facts... Lucille has interferred with his plans before. And now, he is painted at the crime scene with motive and weapon. Who knows how she was going to react? He did. Bad, was the answer.

"Let me explain, first." Half plea, half demand.