#ofjudgment

[silentangel00]

The Batman

(Reader Insert)

Chapter 3: Losing Face

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/silentangel00/731701435395358721/the-batman

You had gotten home around 11 PM obviously exhausted, but your nerves were too on edge after almost being shot tonight to sleep. A couple of hours later you realized you never did get your chocolate cake and you were very hungry. You turn on your TV for background noise and went to the kitchen to grab a snack, settling on sweet and salty popcorn you sat back down on the couch and started scrolling through your phone while you ate. You weren't paying attention to the TV until something ripped your attention away from your phone as you look up and turn up the volume in shock.

"... the city has been rocked by a second high-profile murder in as many nights. And this time the killer has come forward to claim credit online. His victim, longtime head of the Gotham City PD, Commissioner Pete Savage, was found dead earlier tonight inside the Police Athletic League facilities in the Tricorner area. The killer posted the followingmessage on social media. We have to warn you, the video is disturbing" The screen cuts to a hand-held video with a selfie view of the Olive Green Hooded Killer, a symbol on his chest that looks like a scrawled question mark within crosshairs.

"Hello, people of Gotham ... This ...is the Riddler speaking. OnHalloween night, I killed yourmayor, because he was not who hepretended to be. But I am notdone. Here ... is another ..." He swings the camera around to a bound man with a Cage-like box over his head. As the killer presses the camera further into the man's face you see for sure that is Commissioner Savage inside. His mouth was covered in duct tape with the words: "NO MORE LIES". You notice with horror the feral rats that circle his face. "... who will soon ... be losingface ... I will kill again andagain, until our Day ofJudgement ... when the Truth aboutour city will finally be Unmasked." The killer quickly leans into view "Good Byeee"

The video abruptly ends after we start to hear muffled shrieks. Almost immediately your phone starts to ring and you answer it without even looking at the caller ID, eyes still glued to the screen as the Newscasters continue.

"Y/N?" You hear Gordon as you bring the phone up to your ear.

"Yeah..."

"Have you heard yet... about Pete?"

"Yeah..."

"They're transporting his body to the morgue right now... I'll meet you there in an hour or so if you wanna go ahead and get a head start to look him over..."

"Yeah..."

"Ok see you then."

You hang up without a word and just sit there for a minute feeling absolutely numb. Another long night...

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You had a couple of hours to properly examine the body before Gordon arrived, with Batman as well. You pull Savage's body out and pull down the cover to reveal the grotesque damage done. Gordon has to look away while Batman coldly assesses alongside you.

"He waited for him. At the gym.Pete liked to work out late at night when nobody was around." Gordon says catching us all up.

"There's a needle mark on his neck..." Batman states as you nod.

"Injected him with arsenic," You say grimly. Batman looks up at you, silent for just a second.

"Rat poison." He says still looking at you.

"Yeah, that seems to be his theme here." You say looking back at him. Gordon angrily steps away and you follow him as you show him the cage-like headbox on the evidence table that you had to detach from Savage's head. Inside is an elaborate network of channels.

"Look at this thing, It's a maze..." You say as Batman soon follows joining you and Gordon. He takes a UV flashlight and shines it on the creepy hinged box.

"What kinda demented SOB does this to a person?" Gordon says as he gazes inside the bloody maze. You follow Batman's flashlight as it shows a crudely painted cipher that runs through the floor of the maze, ending on a question mark in crosshairs.

"It's another cipher." You state.

"He blasted these out after his message went viral. This guy murders you and your reputation." Gordon says as he finds a stack of surveillance photos, in one of the photos the commissioner is shown emerging from the Iceberg Lounge, shaking hands with a shady-looking guy.

"That guy pushes drops. On the East End." Batman says causing you to quickly look at him hearing the mention of the drug. You made a mental note of what he said planning to look into that when you get back to the labs. Gordon continues looking on, pained, as Batman stares at another photo of Savage peeking into a cash-stuffed envelope.

"I don't get it. Why would Pete get involved in this?" Gordon asks in denial.

"Looks like he got greedy," Batman replies.

"You kidding me? After everything we did to take down the Maronis? We busted their entire operation, then he caves to some lowlife dealer?"

"Maybe he's not who you thought."

Gordon looks up at Batman "You make it sound like he had it coming..." You could feel the tension. You wondered if you should start de-escalating or not. Batman stands in silence for a moment.

"He was a cop...Crossed a line." He states. Gordon just sighs and places the pictures down on the evidence table. Batman seems to notice something. A button with the question mark in the crosshairs symbol on it. He presses it causing a hidden drawer underneath the box to pop open. Inside another envelope addressed: "TO THE BATMAN". Batman opens the envelope to reveal yet another greeting card. A cartoon scientist mixes beakers: "I'm MAD About You! Wantto Know My Name? Just Look Inside and See ... " Inside is a cartoon explosion; over it, it says: " But, Wait, I Cannot Tell You. It Might Spoil the Chemistry!"

Batman continues to read the scribbled handwriting at the bottom "Follow the maze till you find the rat -- bring him into the light,and you'll find where I'm at."

"The hell is that?" Gordon states in confusion.

"Bring him into the light? Find the rat?" You repeat also confused. Unnerved Batman stares at his name on the envelope.

"I don't know..." He says. You let out an exasperated sigh as you turn to cover Savage's body and push him back into the morgue cooler. Gordon looks on at you and slowly walks up noticing how tired you look.

"How you doin? I heard about what happened to you earlier tonight."

Batman immediately looks up curiously eyeing Gordon before staring directly at you.

"I'm...fine," You say half-heartedly "Just a little Gotham initiation never hurt anyone." You try to joke feeling suddenly very nervous and fidgety under not only Gordon's but also Batman's concerned stare. Gordon looks down and nods.

"Yeah... Well, let me drive you home tonight... And just so you know, if you need anything you got my number."

You give him a small smile and nod genuinely appreciating the offer, feeling a bit of a weight lifted off your chest. A cop appears on the stairs calling for Gordon's attention. "Lieutenant, they're coming back." he then immediately turns and heads back up the stairs.

"We gotta get outta here," Gordon says and heads towards the stairs. You follow him but stop as Batman turns to you, looking like he wants to say something. You look up at him as he seems almost unsure whether he should speak or not.

"What happened?" He finally asks.

"Um... nothing, just an attempted robbery..." You don't know why but you're having trouble talking about it, deeply wishing you didn't have to acknowledge it happening. Gordon turns around and huffs.

"You had a gun put to your head and almost got shot if you didn't get pushed out the way in time." You stare down at the floor in guilty silence. Batman stares at you seemingly struck.

"I'm sorry..." He says, you look up at him. Wait is this the first time he's ever talked directly to me?

"Thanks... I'll be fine." You say giving him a small genuine smile as well. It looked for just a second his usual cold hard looks almost softened just then. Immediately you shake off that thought.

I need some sleep.

Chapter4: https://www.tumblr.com/silentangel00/732845264415719424/the-batman

[bloodcrave]

               “YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE IN BIGFOOT?”  what a statement to come from the demon, brows arching high with air ofjudgment.  for all her understanding of monsters and horrors, something about the tales of the sasquatch had LITTLE intrigue to her mind.  the stories felt too woven by humans and their need for unusual beasts.  couldn’t they be more creative at the very least?

      ( were bigfoot to actually be real, she would n e v e r offer an apology for such ponderings… not that the creature would ever even know she held them )

                “but you know what.  fuck it.  i got nothing better to do.”

      except her part-time job… but if they fired her… eh.

— ❝ @bloodcrave .

❝ DID YOU HEAR THERE WAS A bigfoot sighting just south of here? ❞ Xander has been BUZZING with this information, nearly telling every single person he sees. Usually he went for ghosts, enjoying wandering in the night looking for the things that went BUMP. But he had a soft spot for cryptids, and especially large furry ones that hid in the woods. There's a mischevious glint in his eyes as he speaks, a grin on his face.

❝ I kind of want to go looking... want to come ? ❞

[carriondoe]

She. She judges.

[hellsoverseer]

In the wasteland did the concept of time really matter? 

The first couple of days, even weeks, Walter had made a note on the rubber of his tennis shoes; a tally for how long he’d been gone, but once, ran out of room, the yellowed whites now a mottled black, went forgotten. 

He had lost count.

Naturally, he had fallen to the assumption that @ofjudgment was dead, because face it, out there in the irradiated wilds, death was always the quickest and most probable outcome. A large bottle of 200 year old whiskey had been thrown back in his honour, a couple of bullets fired up in the air for luck and with that, the boy quietly returned to the life he’d been momentarily pulled free from. Someone who had tasted fresh air again, thrown back into murky, uncertain depths. 

They wouldn’t let him go back to Home plate. The key confiscated, security watching his every move if he even dare prowled close to the city. Nuka World was too far for him to bother, sheer laziness really, so in Hangman’s Alley, he laid his head. Syringes and canisters littered around, questionable meat roasting on a rudimentary spit. A small home in the outdoors, protected by his appearance alone, yet a knife always sat in his hands. 

Back to the old ways, now that Malcolm was gone. 

[realtimesmedia]

सुप्रीम कोर्ट के लिए कॉलेजियम ने 9 नामों में से तीन महिला जजों को दी मंजूरी

सुप्रीम कोर्ट के लिए कॉलेजियम ने 9 नामों में से तीन महिला जजों को दी मंजूरी

भारत के मुख्य न्यायाधीश एन वी रमना की अध्यक्षता वाले सुप्रीम कोर्ट कॉलेजियम ने शीर्ष अदालत के न्यायाधीशों के रूप में नियुक्ति के लिए मंगलवार को सरकार को 9 नामों की सिफारिश की है। इस सूची में तीन महिला न्यायाधीश हैं, जिनमें एक भारत की पहली महिला मुख्य न्यायाधीश बन सकती है। घटनाक्रम से जुड़े सूत्रों के मुताबिक, इन 10 रिक्तियों में से कॉलेजियम ने 9 नामों को चुना है। सितंबर 2019 के बाद कोई नियुक्ति…

[khutbahs]

O Allah, grant  me an easy reckoning.

Judgement Day - The Promised Day  Yawm al-Qiyāmah (Arabic: يوم القيامة “the Day of Resurrection”) or Yawm ad-Din (Arabic: يوم الدين “the Day of Judgment”) is believed to be God’s final assessment of humanity. The sequence of events (according to the most commonly-held belief) is the annihilation of all creatures, resurrection of the body, and the judgment of all sentient creatures.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcJWdZ0AKfo

[karnesada]

ways your muse says i love you. @ marty

if you ask marty, he doesn’t love. he emerged from the womb, shook hands with his mother, and went about his business. love is for suckers and people with too much time on their hands. there’s no room for emotion in his schedule, he’s got 35 cases, a judge to “not bribe” on 6 of them, a prosecutor to sweet talk on 4 of them, and a radio show to record. Not to mention the deli has a tuna melt special on thursdays! whose got the time for emotion?

of course, marty’s all bluster and hot air, smoke but no fire. i’m not even sure he knows where the bullshit stops and his ‘real’ personality begins, but i DO know - and he does too - that sometimes there’s a rare person he respects.

and he says i love you by not saying anything at all.

that might sound a bit callous or repressed or any manner of annoyingly masculine trait, but think about it for a second. this is a lawyer from new york who talks for a living, for 16 hours a day + weekly radio shows. he talks to his plants. he talks to his plates. he talks in his sleep. in those godawful nightclubs where no one can hear what they’re thinking inside their mind, he’s still chatting up a storm. 

the man does not have a mute button, unless you’ve earned it.

there’s not a lot of people i can think of that he actually loves, although to be fair he tends to enter people’s lives more in a business sense than any personal capacity. there is one though who he admires the hell out of. in the army - which for the record he joined under duress and to avoid an unfortunately accurate looming state criminal investigation into an authorized practice of law - his general was everyone’s favorite malcolm gunnarson (@ofjudgment). marty, shockingly enough, actually respected the hell out of this straight-laced, boring, altruistic and intelligent defense attorney. 

‘i love you’ is not something he’d ever say, and not something i’m sure he’s even capable of genuinely feeling. but i do know that he is capable of respecting, admiring, and generally tolerating some folks. and his gift to those folks is the sweetest gift of all - silence.

[metalrunaway]

— PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER! ( repost, don’t reblog )

one ( name / alias ): Ellie two ( birthday ): March yo, 29th three ( zodiac sign ): Aries four ( height ): 5′0. I’m super short. five ( hobbies ): writing, driving, historical chinese soap operas. P much anything with my hands/ six ( favourite colour(s) ): Silver, blue, and green. seven ( favourite books ): FUckin uhh , The Book of Lost Things, by John Connolly. Idk. I dont really have a favorite. eight ( last song listened to: ): The Princess Mononoke ost nine ( last film watched ):  Hereditary. Good shit ten ( inspiration for muse ): I love thinking about cyperpunk futuristic cities, with large buildings and an over reliance on neon lights, as well as the idea that technology in the future will be so far advanced that robots that are nearly identical to humans would exist. The whole blade runner aesthetic I guess, mixed with Fallout and the like. Electronic music was also a pretty big one. The fuckin uh... tron sound track lmao. Essentially it just boils down to neon. lots of fuckin neon. eleven ( dream job ):  Realistically, nursing. I adore medicine to pieces and I want to learn as much as I can. But if we’re talking about like... fantasy jobs, Ive always wanted to be a stand up comedian lmao. twelve ( meaning behind your url ): SHe is made of metal. She is running away. Metalrunaway

tagged by: @virqilio tagging: rachel pretty much tagged everyone eLSE B UT @sepiacasket & @ofjudgment

[acelegal]

Reasons- backbone of any decision

Author- Devajyoti Barman, an arbitrator, mediator, columnist and advocate of High Court, Calcutta as well as Supreme Court of India.

Introduction-

Reasons are the pillars of mind as one Edward Counsel rightly said. Undisputedly, the rights of the aggrieved parties arebeing prejudiced if the reasons are not available to them toavail of the legal remedy of approaching the Court where thereasons can be scrutinized.  It indeed amounts to defeatingthe rights of the party aggrieved to challenge the impugnedjudgment on merits and even the succeeding party is unableto obtain the fruits of success of the litigation.

 The afore­mentioned principle has been emphatically restated   by   this   Court   on   several   occasions   including   in Zahira Habibulla M. Sheikh & Ors. Vs.  State of Gujarat & Ors. [AIR 2004 SC 3467 paras 80­82]; Mangat Ram  Vs. State of Haryana [2008(7) SCC 96 paras 5­10]; Ajay Singh & Anr. Etc.  Vs.  State of Chhattisgarh  & Anr. [AIR 2017 SC 310] and more recently in  Balaji  Baliram  Mupade  &Anr. Vs. The State of Maharashtra & Ors.(Civil Appeal No.3564   of   2020   pronounced   on   29.10.2020)  Oriental Insurance Co. Ltd. Vs. Zaixhu Xie & Ors. (Civil Appeal No.4022 of 2020 pronounced on 11.12.2020) and  SJVNL   Vs. M/s.  CCC  HIM  JV  &  Anr.   (Civil  Appeal  No.  494  of  2021 pronounced on 12.02.2021) wherein the delay in delivery ofjudgments has been observed to be in violation of Article 21of the Constitution of India and the problems gets aggravatedwhen the operative portion is made available early, and thereasons follow much later, or are not made available for an indefinite period.

 The Supreme Court while concluding its decision in CIVIL APPEAL No.9404/2019held that In     State of Punjab & Ors.   Vs.Jagdev Singh   Talwandi  1984(1)   SCC   596   in   para   30,   the Constitution Bench of this Court, as far back in 1983, drewthe attention of the Courts/Tribunal of the serious difficultieswhich were caused on account of a practice which was beingadopted   by   the   adjudicating   authorities   including   High Courts/Commissions, that of pronouncing the final operativepart of the orders without supporting reasons. This was lateragain discussed by this Court in Anil Rai Vs. State of Bihar 2001(7) SCC 318.

[essayprof]

The movie; “The Danger” Watch Adichie’s “The Danger of a Single Story.” She discusses the danger ofjudging others based on our own worldviews and the undignified nature of stereotypes.

[kgriffin137]

For God did not spare even the angels who sinned.

He threw them into hell, in gloomy pits of darkness, where they are being held until the Day OfJudgment.

2 Peter 2:4 NLT

https://bible.com/bible/116/2pe.2.4.NLT

[hellsoverseer]

chanting: suitdadsuitdadsuitdadSUITDADSUITDAD

[ajmersharif]

Detailed Account of Zakat (Hanafi Madhab)

The person who has some wealth and still does not take out Zakat for it is regarded as a great sinner in the sight of Allah Ta'ala.

ZAKAT:

The person who has some wealth and still does not take out Zakat for it is regarded as a great sinner in the sight of Allah Ta’ala. He will be severely punished on the day of judgement. Rasulullah sallallahu alayhi wa sallam said: “The person who possesses gold and silver and does not give Zakat for it, then on the day ofjudgement, slabs of fire will be made for him. These slabs will be…

[khutbahs]

Intercessors in the day of judgement

 1. Dying in Medina 

 2. Reading Quran regular 

 3. Fasting regularly such as Monday $Thursday 

 4. Praying recommended prayer 

 5. Making dua after Adhan 

 6. Taking good people as a friends

[astroslug92]

Someday

It wasn't the way she danced in the rain, with an elegant sway providing beauty to the lost, seeking refuge within a moment of love. Providing a promise to always discover a way to value the warmth of a smile, ensuring the worsts of the day have come to pass. It was the way she handled the conviction of a gentle heart in humble hands, with only the concerns of happiness in mind. Perhaps it was the sunshine of the morning, barely settling down onto the pastures of hills as continuous as the layers of beauty she wears without a notice. It wasn't until my attention was diverted when I realized how magnificent the mountains view overshadowed a sign stating,"you never have to chase what wants to stay." Lost within a moment of complete control of these conflicting emotions towards subtle differences, I would rather wash away the distance between the vastness of reappearing lines blending into an interesting story of what our sentence would never contain. Picturing the frames of our love in reference as a life reflected by time. Positioning the world as if in perfect balance with the exception of rest, these weary eyes have witnessed the creation of a dream beyond the imperfections of a night wasted on words. It might have been the emptiness in her eyes or the feelings of just maybe, beneath the path leading into the surface of her smile could create a change and dissolve this heart into something more. If it wasn't for the moment misinterpreted as purity through lavish innocence, the world might have taken notice and subjected this love as kindness. If only she knew the reality of such concepts, the steps she takes towards an angelic grace has gradually shook the foundations of reason. I have now become nothing if not a small cavity within the divisions of a shattered heart, a reflection I'm afraid would steal a breath from happiness only time could sustain. As it would seem, my only reason for believing in anything at all was just not nearly enough to maintain a smile in desperate times, until the rain gave you all that I was. Washing away the imprints of a past obscured by a vision that has lost sight in us. It wasn't the way she danced in the rain, it was the way she welcomed the darkness as an awareness of what's to come. Perhaps in another time I would have joined the freedom of conscience, thoughtful and sincere. As for now, I will enjoy the moment of love without a personal connection, with little words, with lack ofjudgment. Just love.

[sweetxrevenge-blog1]

@ofjudgment

Did anyone over here ever realize that their music sucks?

Ketan had been in the Commonwealth for at least a few months now, and if there was one thing she kept noticing, it was that she hadn’t heard a fucking guitar the entire time she had been over here. Made her long for that stupid song about spurs again.

Angrily- well, not actually angrily, she couldn’t really care less- she turned her Pip-Boy’s radio off, and kept on walking in silence. The old paved road was still fairly smooth. Most things here seemed like they weren’t in too bad of disrepair. A little disturbing, actually. Especially in this neighborhood she had just stumbled upon. All picket fences and pastels. The sign said Sanctuary Hills; she thinks it did, anyway. Reading was hard enough as is, the fancy lettering just made it worse.

Her next thought was the possibility that people may still live here. Her hand hovered down near Sweet Revenge, but she wouldn’t draw unless she had to. Don’t want to get on bad terms with the locals. By all means, she stands out; nobody this far East wears a cowboy getup.