#nightvow

[bcywonder]

@nightvow | starter call !!

it's not like it's some big dramatic thing. nightwing hasn't been out for a few nights - no biggie. red hood's been covering, and that's it own thing. because dick can call jason and jason helps out, and he asks questions but he asks the right ones. bruce doesn't - he never has. so red hood's been covering bludhaven and dick's been...m-i-a, as it were. call it whatever.

call it him turning up at the cave unannounced, four days since he was last publicly seen. call it dick walking in civvies through the cave and straight into bruce's arms. whatever. nightwing and batman don't hug. bruce and richard are very good at a firm handshake. but right now dick feels like everything is underwater and he hasn't felt like this since he was a goddamn teen, so call it whatever. dick won't look at it too closely. he just tucks himself in close to bruce's bulk, closes his eyes, and hopes.

[hexsreality]

☽◯☾┄─ @nightvow || ᵇʳᵘᶜᵉ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

"Old? I'm not exactly young myself. I'm in my thirties. As for your baggage, I'm well aware, and I don't care."

[exghul]

"You know, son, there's nothing wrong with a small dog. They're lovable in their own way even if they're not...tall."

❝ kiss your kneecaps goodbye, old man. ❞ he says... with a craned neck.

[batcrested]

"See, I tought me going on that wild goose chase meant I wouldn't have to chase you anymore." The forced cheerful lilt of his voice barely hides his exhaustion, the young man leaning against the door frame of the study. His bag rimmed eyes flit across the room where Bruce is seated at his desk in his high backed chair. Less than two weeks home and already he's back to work between formal appearances at Wayne Enterprises to sign power from Tim to himself and getting debriefs from the League on Dick's performance as Batman. It wasn't easy and Tim doubted it'll be any time soon.

He wouldn't change any of it though, not a single thing. "You wanted to talk to me, B?"

@nightvow // closed starter

[witchoflegends]

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send me 💬 or "unsent texts" i'll share three texts my muse typed but never sent yours.

❗unsent {Bruce}:

Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. I swear to god, if you are off being the bat and leave me to deal with this alone, someone is going to die. And I can't promise it won't be you.

❗unsent {Bruce}:

It's like you purposely send your kids to bother me. How many do you need, anyway?

❗unsent {Bruce}:

I would like to inform you that as of [redacted], I am resigning from my position as Personal Assistant to Bruce Wayne. Thank you for the opportunities for professional and personal development that you have provided me during the last three years. I have enjoyed working for Wayne Enterprises and appreciate the support provided me during my tenure with the company. If I can be of any help during this transition, please let me know.

[am4zon]

@nightvow said: i never really know how to please you .

words pierce as sharply as arrows into a heart so full of love, yet so capable of wrath. she loathes herself to carry rage in a place so pure. where else can she store it, though? she has flooded her mind, sunk her throat, and drowned her belly, with all the wrath that she feels for the world that took her steve trevor from her. another question, can she be pleased? when you are not him? when you inspire as much guilt as you do love? steve will never again know hate or love, nor will he know warmth; he's stuck in the cold ground forever. and all the while, she lies with bruce, and finds a warmth that has more to do than with their bed.

❛ i fear i have not been a kind holder of your heart, bruce. ❜ admits she, voice shaking. she takes his hand in her hand and intertwines their fingers, bringing his palm to her cheek. a reminder that she is capable of softness, even when her words are stinging.

❛ there is a strong part of me that wishes you would just stop trying to do so. ❜

[failedcrown]

QUEEN MAEVE FINDS HERSELF IN GOTHAM CITY: It's either a shitty headline or a shittier joke. Even the liquor here tastes more like shit than its regular poison, but that doesn't stop her from knocking back one after the other at this party. “ We're scouting locations for my movie, ” she explains to one Bruce Wayne, who she gets the sense knows exactly why she's here already. She leans forward with a smile that tastes like booze and is laced with insincerity. “ Say, you know the big Bat guy, right? Think you can get him to make a cameo? ”

@nightvow ) starters galore.

[fcrmata]

@nightvow continued

Peter had ran this scenario over multiple times in his head ever since he came across a small article, buried in the business section of the Bugle. “WAYNE INDUSTRIES WELCOMES BACK THEIR HEIR” He’d just about choked on thin air at seeing the headline accompanied by a picture of someone he thought a dead man.

There has been the smallest sliver of hope that the wall of a man in front of him would turn around and it would be just a stranger, waved off and told to go bother someone else. Instead he gets the thing didn’t really prepare for- recognition. “Yeah I uhm-“ He hands over the cup of coffee, shoving the now empty hand quickly into his jeans pocket to try and keep himself from nervously fidgeting. “I- don’t know if you still drink it like you used to.”

And he doesn’t have any reason to still remember Bruce’s coffee preference after all these years. “A while… Since you left Gotham High.” Since you left me. He pushes down the knot in his throat and finally gets brave enough to meet Bruce’s eyes. A mistake, he finds out, as he feels a pang in his heart and the heavy weight at the pit of his stomach only sinks deeper.

“We- we can. I have time, I didn’t know if you- and we really don’t have to do this. I’m sorry I-“ He’s loosing his words, and trying to remind himself of how to breathe. “It’s really good to see your face again.”

[laughingmagi]

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[ofcrossrcads]

you said this was going to end badly.

A meme probably.

“ look at you, mind like a steel trap. good memory. ” she's less than amused by his statement, something about it feels almost like a CHALLENGE. “ it still will, ” she counters, tone softer this time, “ whenever the time comes that it does end. ” his view on the subject was. . . far more FINITE, through no fault of his own. he could be the smartest human alive, and he would still suffer in that regard, simply from lack of perspective. mortality was funny like that.

“ sorry i can't give you a countdown, ” she finishes wryly, reaching out to give his cheek a fleeting, affectionate touch.

[vntagetee]

﹙ continued. ﹚ vicki / bruce﹙ @nightvow ﹚

“I’M  NOT  SAYING  ignore  it.  no  one  can  ignore  it.  not  really.  all  i’m  trying  to  say  is  know  your  limits.  It’s  almost  like—”  vicki  lost  her  train  of  thought,  tapping  her  heel  anxiously.  “you  have  a  death  wish.  which  i  hope  isn’t  the  case.”  the  redhead  listened  to  him  in  silence,  lips  forming  a  thin  line.  she  wanted  to  say  so  much  more.  beg,  plead,  convince.  but  it  was  bruce’s  life.  no  one  could  talk  him  out  of  the  mission.  “sooner  or  later,  joker’s  going  to  get  himself  killed.  he’s  not  immortal  either.  though,  i’m  sure  everyone  assumes  that. he's only a man. flesh and blood.  a  reign  of  terror  can  only  go  on  for  so  long.”  but  how  many  innocent  people  had  to  die  in  the  process?  that  was  the  question.  it  kept  her  up  at  night,  especially  if  she  was  on  a  story  that  focused  on  his  crimes.  dropping  her  head  between  her  knees,  “i’m  sorry.  i  know  you’re  tired  of  hearing  this  from  me. most days i feel like a broken record that can't stop spinning."

[shelassos]

@nightvow continued from x

She looks at his hand like taking it would destroy her.

Like if she were to touch him, if she were to feel his skin on her skin, it would demolish those fragile bricks of humanity that make her Diana. It wouldn't just burn her; it would dismantle her completely. Yes, her eyes glare at Bruce's outstretched hand like it is the most dangerous of weapons, and perhaps it is. For it is the weapon of temptation. And temptation is what has made the mightiest of empires crumble to dust!

His smell is still on her skin, but what disgusts her, what fills her with such a violent wave of heartbreak, is that it is mixed with her smell, and that means there is a their smell and she does not want there to be a them. There cannot be, there can never be, because they belong to others in the same way that the moon belongs to the night and the stars to the dark. To try to deny that, to try change that, is to go against nature. Worse. It is to go against their hearts.

❛ What we did... it was just loneliness, Bruce. There is nothing for us to face together. Nothing. Can you not see? We are alone. ❜ The truth is the bite on your tongue that draws blood. It is the ache in your bones, and the sorrow in your heart. Perhaps it is the tears in your eyes, too, but Diana does not cry. Instead, her face is alight with a devastating anger that does not suit her well at all. The cruelty is unbecoming of her. It is a language she fails to speak. And yet, she cannot stop herself from continuing.

❛ Because is not the timing that is not right. It is you! You are what is not right. ❜

[hexsreality]

@nightvow inquired: “I promise I’ll stay on my side of the bed.”

Classic Trope Starters -- Bed Sharing ⤷ Accepting!

Wanda pursed her lips at Bruce's promise to stay on his side of the bed, but she decided not to say anything on the matter. With the snap of her fingers, her costume morphed into a black slip nightgown through the use of her magic. She pulled the covers out to sit on the mattress until she turned to look at Bruce once again. "Do you want to change? I don't think the Bat suit is comfortable to sleep in." She pointed a thin and bony finger at the bat logo on his chest, but she suspected he was probably going to sleep in it. 

[exghul]

"Damian, how would you feel about a chihuahua in the manor?"

his hands are empty at first but a nail file flips across his knuckles as one heartbeat melts into the next.

❝ if i were to weigh this proposition against your teachings, you know far better than i that all life is worth saving. ❞ the file scrapes across gloved fingertips, fruitless in its purpose as the young robin does not break eye contact.

❝ that aside, however, i would prefer if you would bring more dignified creatures into my manor. ❞

[acidcaught-a]

"Harvey, if I made a cake, would you eat it?" <_<

"Brucie, doesn't Alfred do all the cooking over here? You might mix the salt and sugar." Harvey's halfway howling with laughter and the glass in his hand only has drops of whiskey left. Why's he even here at the manor at this hour? It got late, quick. "How about you just order from a bakery?"

[witchoflegends]

@nightvow liked for pit madness

It came at him slowly. A few thought here or there that he was able to convince himself was just him being more irritable than usual. He was being ruffer with goons that night, but that was nothing new when he was angry. Though, he had shattered the left side of someone's jaw during a fight. That was not normal. Not anymore, at least.

Then he was in the Batcave listening to Bruce's debrief. Rather, what he kept hearing was Bruce's criticisms and distain for his tactics. Weak. He thinks you're weak. Worthless. Came a voice that didn't entirely belong to him. The same feelings he had when he had went after Tim surfacing. His heart was beating rapidly as he internally seethed, and the next thing Jason knew, he was attacking Bruce.

Jason was a great fighter when he was level-headed. This however, was the exact opposite. His swings, while holding all his strength, were wild and uncrontrolled. So it wasn't a surprise that Bruce was able to overpower him, and tossed him into a cell.

"Let me go, you fucking asshole!" He yelled as he slammed his fist into the glass wall. The voice came again. Kill him. He deserves to die. Finish the job. Jasons hands went to clutch at the sides of his head, shaking it. "No. No. No," he muttered to himself. He thought the pit was done with him.