"I wear a mask. And that mask, it's not to hide who I am, but to create what I am."

semi-independent bruce wayne roleplay blog. predominantely comicverse, this blog follows a mixed canon of pre new 52 and scott snyder/greg capullo nu52.

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lostyourwill:

detectivebat:

And I travelled through space. Big deal.

         I’m gonna quote you that, one day. 

He almost smiles but thinks better of it. ]

In any case, you seem well enough.

lostyourwill:

detectivebat:

His eyes narrow. ]

  If you’re well enough to be sarcastic, I suppose I need not be concerned. 

Well, that’s a stupid sentence.

      Even if I was dying, I’d still be sarcastic; in fact, I was dying and I was sassy, so…

And I travelled through space. Big deal.

scarlettspeedster:

I’m a founding member, I don’t care that I signed over command to you all those years ago, I won’t be bullied out of the League.

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It’s not about pedigrees, and it’s certainly not about bullying. If you’re willing to dedicate the time, do so.

But I don’t remember the League having Sundays off.

gravityismyrival:

No.

   Spoiler alert — Batman’s not the World’s Greatest Detective.

 A claim thrust upon me regardless.

lostyourwill:

{ a long sigh. }

              Sarcasm just goes right over the top of those pointy ears, doesn’t it?

His eyes narrow. ]

  If you’re well enough to be sarcastic, I suppose I need not be concerned. 

“L’enfer, c’est les autres.”
- Jean-Paul Satre, No Exit (via sirdippinsauce)

lostyourwill:

               You can scan me?

Oh, my God; what’s your next chat up line. { changes her voice to a low, american accented monotone. } ‘Hey, baby, I’m just gonna invade your privacy by reading your diary.’

He raises an eyebrow beneath the cowl, unamused. ]

Diaries are only useful insofar as they reveal a person in the light they would most like to be seen in. I’m interested in the truth.

scarlettspeedster:

detectivebat:

Crime doesn’t take Sundays off.

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In the Twin Cities it does. I’m half-retired remember?

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If you want to retire, even partially, then leave the League.

Father, you must provide me with the following Christmas gifts: an Olympics-regulation trampoline, a lion cub, a Lamborghini, and ten pounds of sour gummies. Grayson insists Claus brings presents, but I'm certain he's deceiving me. In case I'm mistaken, please appeal to this Claus on my behalf as I don't expect he'd place me on his nice list of his own accord.

deadlylittledamian:

detectivebat:

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… I’ll pass the list along.

Let’s have mac and cheese, Father.  Big silver platters of it to make it appropriately festive, as Pennyworth says of holiday banquets. 

Please let him know this must be on his menu or I will refuse to eat anything at all ever again.  

A small smile threatens to cross his face, but he suppresses it with a slow nod. ] It takes more than mac and cheese to qualify as a banquet Damian, but yes, seems like a fine place to start.

Remember when I said something about not being able to choose your enemy in almost all cases? In this particular case you can, and I would recommend against choosing Alfred.

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It’s not the cost I take issue with.

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justshadesofgrey:

Maybe, maybe not. [ She shrugs her shoulders, a quirk of a grin playing over her lips. ] My night are a little busier trying to keep a handle on things closer to home at the moment - no time for illicit after midnight visits when you have streets to watch out for.

Believe it or not during the day might be a stronger possibility. 

[ Her eyes narrow. Seattle? Well; at least it has the sea… ]

Seattle? Not to far removed from Gotham, hmm? Nice and wet - dark nights. A regular home from home - less responsibility though, I suppose. 

That half-smirk turns to a genuine smile. ] Music to my ears.

Suits me, I suspect my evenings will be a little full besides.

He nods, deciding in that instance not to mention that he was working on a case. ]

I like my home comforts, including rain and gloom. Can’t get too homesick.

justshadesofgrey:

Paris is for lovers, Bruce - You know that. It’d be a shame to visit on my own, especially since there’s really nothing there for me at the moment. Besides [ She teases, arching a single eyebrow. ] Van Cleef and Arpels have a store in Gotham now - or did you miss that whilst you were a million miles away? 

[ The sideways glance is enough for her to know what she sees is less than the truth - not that he’s ever been particularly forthcoming. Her eyes search him quickly, though she doesn’t quite know what for… ]

Where were you anyway? Some place nice I hope - sun, sea, sand?

There’s a jolt of something like relief as she implies she is currently loverless, though he immediately denies it, even to himself. ] Whilst I have to admit I’m no good at keeping up with store openings— [ his own eyebrow raises, an almost imperceptible half-smirk on his face ] —I have no doubt we’ll cross paths there one of these days. Or should I say nights?

He laughs, and it’s the same hollow sound he offers up at his public appearances. ]

Actually no, Seattle if you can believe it. Business. 

Father, you must provide me with the following Christmas gifts: an Olympics-regulation trampoline, a lion cub, a Lamborghini, and ten pounds of sour gummies. Grayson insists Claus brings presents, but I'm certain he's deceiving me. In case I'm mistaken, please appeal to this Claus on my behalf as I don't expect he'd place me on his nice list of his own accord.

deadlylittledamian:

detectivebat:

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… I’ll pass the list along.

Good. Are you requesting anything for Christmas? 

A family meal wouldn’t go amiss.