#vengetruth

[illfatedpartners]

@vengetruth​ liked this for a starter

Anger. Disappointment. Those feelings replaced the admiration he had for Batman. The rich boy dressed as a bat went out at night, fought crime with violence. He whispered in the shadows that he was vengeance, he wrote the world in the blood of those he had beat up. And when Ed had done it? He is a psychopath, someone the great Bat is not affiliated with. But then again, what did he expect? The person wearing the mask is important, in the end. Because that person is a rich boy, living in a tower, watching the world from above, quite literally.  

❝No one thought to ask me, you know.❞ he tells his visitor instead of a greeting, his eyes on the cameras above, always watching. No smiles, no glory for the one that disappointed betrayed him. ❝If I know who is the big black bat.❞ Ed turns his gaze back to Batman  ❝Do you think it’s because they don’t care or because they are certain I don’t know?❞ 

[antigoddex-a]

Based on the thought I had that [ redacted ] made Bruce ( @vengetruth​ ) a batdog plush to accompany him during his stay at the hospital and eventually, xe showed him off xyr batcat plush that xe made so batdog could also have a friend!

[roseguidedarc]

@vengetruth​ gets a RANDOM starter ! 

           𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓’𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓  at the same time she felt like she couldn’t just sit at home or sit by knowing her dad was out there, trying to stop crime, possibly getting hurt !    she didn’t want to be a sidekick or anything, she’s thought about it though, but she did want to be useful, she did want to do something to make some kind of   𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮.      (    the root of her desire to be similar to batman, to her father.   she wants to stop all of the violence, all of the death, all of the misfortune that seems to live within the city of gotham.   she knew that she couldn’t stop all of it, that it may never come to an end, but it made her feel better knowing she was out trying.   )     ;     carefully, hesitantly, she’d managed to scale the building she’d followed her father into.   climbing up to the roof,  eyes peer down at the scene unfolding from a skylight above.   a standoff, no fighting for the moment,  but helena can feel the tension 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶.   situating herself more over the glass, mind overestimating the strength of it, she’s only pressing on it for a little over ten seconds before she hears the cracks.  no time to react is given as the crack splinters like lighting, gives out under her weight, && helena comes crashing down to the ground below.  she lands on her side still gripping bow,  glass covering the ground, with a very auditable  ‘OOF.’  from the ground, eyes peer upward toward her masked father.    ‘ i’m sorry, ‘   is all she can mouth before turning attention to the group of criminals:    ❝  hey guys !  wha-what’re you doin’ here?  is that a knife ya got there?  ❞ 

[archiveshelassos2]

EVEN THE MOONLIGHT SEEMS to lose its shine in this city. It was beneath its pale light that the bullet seared into Diana’s arm, splitting apart skin and lodging itself inside her. What does it say about her, that she never opened her mouth to scream? That she barely trembled? The pain was blinding, so much so that it seemed to have a voice of its own. But never did she permit this voice to rise to the surface, muffling even the faintest of squeaks. If not for Bruce, Diana would have bled and bled, she would have simply pushed through the pain. For his benefit, she is consenting to makeshift treatment, removing the bullet herself and guiding him in stitching together her skin. Already though, she is beginning to heal. Soon, not even a scratch will remain, no lingering evidence that she’d been foolish enough not to hear a bullet sailing towards her. 

Her arm stills in his hand. A peculiar feeling spreads inside her at how her skin is slowly beginning to soothe together again, rejecting the stitches to return to a smooth shape. What must he think of her, this woman of wonder and magic? It is strange, how she opens her mouth to ask just that, but an entirely different sentiment escapes instead. ❛ Sometimes the look in your eyes scares me. ❜ 

What she stops herself from saying is that the way he sometimes looks at her is what scares her most especially.  

@vengetruth​ / starter call.

[fatestricken]

                    vanya   is   quite   literally   holding   a   victim’s   heart   in   her   hands   ,   about   to   take   a   curious   bite   of   it   ,   when   she   sees   the   shadow   in   the   corner   of   her   eye .     oh   ,   not   this   shit .     she’s   not   in   the   fucking   mood .     she   just   wants��  to   be   left   alone .     no   one   would   even   miss   her   current   victim   ,   she   has   plans   of   going   home   after   this .     but   ,   that   doesn’t   seem   to   matter .     dropping   the   heart   ,   she   grabs   onto   her   knife   which   is   at   her   feet   and   turns   to   face   what   she   can   only   assume   is   THE   BATMAN .     fucking   ridiculous   ...   ,    ❛   you   look   as   stupid   as   i   thought   ya   would .   ❜

@vengetruth​​    //    sc .

[cityshope]

❝ Did you forget I was in here? ❞

𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍 .

🕷 ⸻ he's not thinking -- he just needs air & right now , drenched in a downpour of rain , this damn suit feels like it's suffocating him . peter tears off his mask & gulps down the night air . . . then a husky voice sounds beside him , sends him into a backflip on the wall behind him . lowers his mask , looks up & . . . oh . ❝ um . . . y - yeah , maybe . hey , d'you think we could , uh , keep this between us ? ❞

[babydxhl]

“ that was a creative way to kill someone. “

you're evil sentence starters || still accepting!

“Everybody likes a gift.”

Mary looks down at the glossy photo tossed down in front of her, the mottled, swollen face, the hands frozen in a clutching grasp. She hadn’t been the one to drop off the neatly wrapped parcel at the front door of Alessandro Falcone, but she had been the one to wrap it all up. Neat little fingers wiring the trigger, connecting the tiny gas canister. Even placing the doll – tulle, porcelain, the shattered pieces of its skull just barely visible in the photo where the dead man had dropped it in his last moment.

Or maybe he’d crushed it in his fist, thought fuck youas he went out. Mary smiles. Her gaze flicks up to the Bat.

“But why would you ask me about it?” she asks, and her doe-eyed look, the high, wavering tone form the picture of saccharine innocence.

[batdone]

last   time  i   change   my   URL  ,  sorry  !   wanted   something   shorter,   that   also   represented    nightfall   +   bats    so  ?   batfall.   

[illfatedpartners]

[𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊]:  some angst idk y’all i like crying [𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒]: accepting [𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: @vengetruth​ [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: Edward Nashton [𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄]:  “  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

❝What is wrong with me?!❞ Ed snaps, his cheeks red from the frustration he feels. How can ‘Mr Vengeance’ be so hypocritical? How could have Ed been so wrong about him? How  — No, Ed. Calm down. This should not be surprising. He clears his throat and tries to stand up straight, fixing his shirt. When he speaks again, his voice is much calmer, composed ❝What is wrong with this city?❞ the question is rhetorical, so he continues  ❝Do you know how many of your precious cops kill innocents? How many doctors ignore patients, not because they are understaffed, but because someone rich requires their attention? Do you know how many children prefer living in the streets over their own homes or those awful orphanages? Do you think any of those people responsible are here?❞ he shakes his head and squeezes his eyes, remaining silent for a moment  ❝No. People like you think that justice is served in prisons that people with power never actually go to. People like you only care how many people you kill, not whom you choose to kill. People like you think that murder is worse than violence, than corruption, than abuse. So...my question is...what is wrong with you?❞

[antigoddex-a]

XYR HEAD STILL ACHES FROM A FEW NIGHTS AGO .   This brain of xyrs ,  it keeps hitting and hitting and hitting against the skull   —   bang ,  BANG ,  B A N G   —   [   Like an attack ,  an explosion ,  an unconscious body slamming against the car   (   Bruce   )   . . .   ]    Waiting ,  waiting ,  waiting for Bruce to wake up on his hospital bed .   It is painful ,  it feels as though a few weeks have passed by instead .   (   Xyr hope in the idea that Bruce will wake up never once waver ,  however   —   he is of all starlight ,  a breaker of darkness .   )

Beside the Unknown ,  as xe sits slouching on a chair ,   Bruce’s body stirs ,  his soul away from the deepest darkness ,  and a whisper falls   [   @vengetruth​   ]   :   ❛   What happened ?   ❜

JESUS ,  WHAT DID HAPPEN HAD REALLY SHAKEN HIM UP . . .   Xe deeply inhales ,  and then   :   ❝   A few big explosions occurred at - at where - at where we were .  You got flung out badly .   ❞   The quiet answer lingers between them for one second ,  two ,  and three   —   ❝   Some petty criminal bullshit ,  I - I - I guess ,  ya know how it is here . . .   But if it makes you feel any better ,  theyyy got him !   ❞   Her ? . . .   Them ? . . .   Xe can not find xemself to care about the end result .   The fact that Bruce ,  xyr only friend ,  was injured ,  xe can .

(   He is finally awake and that is all xe can care about right now .   )

❝   Now ,  the people here may keep you in an ex- extra day or two ,  just to be sure you do not co- collapse out of the sudden ,  so . . .   ❞   The Unknown reaches into xyr backpack as xe speaks ,  excitement builds in xyr tone .   ❝   I got some- something that I made for you !   To keep you less lonely in case I have to leave you alone !   ❞   Xe pulls out what appears to be a black stuffed dog plush ,  its back bearing bat wings .   Xe hugs it ,  as if to say a farewell ,  and places it on Bruce’s chest ,  giggling with all delight ,  despite everything .

[roseguidedarc]

@vengetruth​ ASKED,  𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕. / 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚

           𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍,  𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  the portrait of a crying clown.   hands are held behind her back, chin lifted so that animated eyes can lock with the cool, black shrouded ones of the one && only batman !    how special she must be if he’s taken the time outta his night , the bat signal flying high tonight , to pay her a little visit.  however,  harley feels like having a little   𝓯𝓾𝓷  && that means pushing any buttons she can on the batman⸺oh, how she cherished these moments with him even if sometimes it ends or begins with an altercation or another brief stay in jail or arkham.     (   harley sees them as little vacations,  rekindling of old memories.   she’d much rather be out in the open doing what she pleases,  but a break never hurt nobody, right?!   )     ;      ❝  oh, you’re so mean batsy !  ❞   comes her slightly shrill tone of voice.      ❝  you must-a missed me, didn’t cha?  i know why you’ve come all this way tonight to see lil ole me.  ❞    the previous frown turned into a  flirty, mischievous   𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓.  stepping closer, harley takes a moment to glance over him⸺how mysterious he’s always been,  melting into the darkness the way no other could !    harley admired batman on some level even if he did put her away quit often.     ❝   i’ll tell ya what-  ❞    finger taps against the hard outer shell of the bat suit,     ❝  since you’ve come all this way,  i’ll tell ya the truth this one time, bats !   scouts honor, i swear !  ❞   harley winks, palm raises to face outward,  the only noticeable  weapon on her person the 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙺𝙽𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚂  worn as accessory.  

[archiveshelassos2]

@vengetruth​ said: “ it’s too late. there’s nothing more we can do… “

THE ASHES FALL ONTO her tongue, mouth gaping open to howl at the deep, deep despair twisted inside her gut. The ashes composed of bone and dust; the pathetic remainder of once lively souls now reduced to particles. The fire is ravenous as it strikes against the earth, devouring everything in its path but most especially those who dare attempt to confront Mother Nature. Every urge alights every cell in her being to demand that Diana move forward, that she leap into the midst of danger and search for any sign of life. But, of course, nothing human could survive a disaster such as this. She’s arrived too late, when even the screams have been silenced, after the fight has ended. There’s nothing left to save. Even the ground is scorched, the once luscious grass withered into something crisp and dark and dead. Everyone and everything is dead now. Everyone and everything except him. 

Language fails to manifest into anything sensible. She’s mumbling in between the sobs that strike her chest. What is there to say when all is lost? When you have failed the innocent, what is there left to say? She’s not certain if it’s her own hands that grasp for Bruce, or if perhaps he felt sorry for her wretched state and recognized that she was moments away from collapsing. Either way, she’s soon clutching his chest, fingers denting his armor with a strength made even more superhuman in the midsts of such deep sorrow. Her head is burrowed into the crook of his shoulder. She stays like this for a long, long time. 

And one day in the future, after Bruce has left too, she’ll remember this moment. How he let her exist in his arms at her very worst. Crying out to gods she no longer believed in, trying so very desperately to save a world that rejects at every turn. She’ll remember this. 

She’ll remember him.

[cityshope]

“ are you alright? “

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 .

🕷 ⸻ head still reels from the pain of being shot through wall of brick , shakes off the shock . he'll moan about his battered back later ( & likely , some newly broken bones ) . at the moment , there's a madman with a rocket launcher inside . peter surfaces from pile of rubble & coughs coating of dust from his throat . ❝ y - yeah , 's no big ! 's not my first time bein' thrown through a -- WHOA , WATCH IT ! ❞ webbing latches onto oncoming explosive & hurls it 'round his body before it's released ; quick to cover it in more webs before it blows . ❝ i'll take care a' the rockets , you go kick his face in , yeah ? ❞

[illfatedpartners]

[𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓]:  How does your story end?

[𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒]: in betrayal [𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍]: you trusted, and now you must pay the price... your final word is a half-whispered question, "why?"

“I can sneak up on you or be right in front of you without you knowing. But when I reveal myself you will never be the same. what am I?”

[𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘]: no one  [𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆]: @vengetruth / @shesquiinnsane / @librarywent / @aetcrnus / @catwomns / @melodicwitchlight , @nocturnanimal​ and you!

[archiveshelassos2]

❛ AND THE HEART IS hard to translate. ❜ Like the graze of a feather are the words softly spoken, a knowing apprehension woven into language. She, so fluent in love, buries a smile into the pocket of her cheeks. Silent is the moment before she again speaks; raven crowned head tilting to capture the sight of him. ❛ It has a language of its own. ❜

@vengetruth​ / lyrical s.c.