@clownbleach​

                  ^{His drink clatters on the marble floor. Glass scatters like night rain on the pale of it and he just… WATCHES her. Eyes from a snow storm and he hopes they strike the fear of god into her. They should. Have before. A slight bearing forward, shoulders heaving in almost feline sense of viciousness. But voice comes quiet. Answers back as a hand RUNS through green locks. “Yeah, real comfortable      ”
                  Rage makes him fly. Something possessed and holy all at once as he comes down on her, pinned and fragile the nearest wall in no time with a hand ripping at her hair. Spit flies from PLATED mouth. “NO ONE TALKS ABOUT ‘EM. NOT EVEN  YOU OR ME, NO ONE. NO ONE. NO- NO- NO- NO-” Fist beats her skull against the plaster, like a tired child’s tantrum.} “NO.”

           _{The pain in the back of her head shot through first, followed by the pounding THUD of each of his words. In stereo, full volume, point blank range. Anger radiating from him, hitting her in waves as if she were crashing against the rocks, drowning, never to resurface. They were NEVER spoken about. As if they had never existed and while she herself had been more than fine with that decision, there was a monster beating in the depths of her chest, ready to claw it’s way out at their mere mention. 
           Tiny, bleached white hands push forward against his chest, pushing him back away a few inches, teeth clenched together so hard she was afraid she might chip something. Her chest tightened, burned, as the monster began tearing at the flesh beneath her rib cage, fighting it’s way to the surface as she pushed forward, tears stinging the corners of her eyes as they widened, staring right back at him.  “….why?”  One simple word fell from her lips, head still pounding, voice harsh and low.  “WHY?”  Word repeated as her hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt, nails digging into her palms, harder now, more force pressed behind them. 
            Stepping forward, into his space, eyes never left his, tears pooling and falling as she blinked them away, chest heaving with each jagged breath she took.  “Why don’t you wanna talk about ‘em? Huh? You…. —- YOU didn’t even want ‘em! They…—- they were EVERYTHIN’…. everythin’ good we ever did…. And you… you wanna pretend like they never happened…. but they DID!”  Pain was almost blinding now, words spoken through gritted teeth, as though she knew it wasn’t wise, knew it wouldn’t end well, even as the tears slipped down bleached white cheeks.} 

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_PUDDIN.

         ^{Happy to see her? HARDLY. She’s likely brought the cops trailin’ and he can always do without that kinda company. But it’s relief that melts his resolve and makes him sink against her. It’s been a long few months and ain’t no one who can calm his fractious mind like HER. Now he can continue, settle himself       Voice comes forth calm, like he’s tellin’ her it’ll all be alright. “I’ll kill ‘em all, every last one… Every single one…”
         A naive soul would say he couldn’t. Anyone with their head screwed on KNEW he would. Any excuse for a firefight. Her small frame ( just bones and sinews and stupidity ) is light, bird’s skeleton. Clutched close and with harsh touches, dirtied nails JUTTING into skin surface and worn clothes. He’ll lift her clean off the ground easily and carry her if he has to. Oh, he does. She’s like ice, needs to melt and thaw if only for his greedy sake. “Oopsy daisy!”}

            _{All of a sudden nothing else mattered, nothing at all. What she’d gone through, it had been a simple nightmare she’d been able to get through because he was there with her now. His mere voice was enough to CALM the thundering sound of her heart, echoing loudly and painfully in her ears. He meant every word and it brought a tiny smile to the corner of pink chapped lips, just the thought of her knight in shining armor teaching them not to even look at her again… —- oh she’d missed him more than she could say. “MY HERO…”
            The words fall off as he lifts her off the ground, easier done than before, or so she thought at least. Arms wrap around him, nails clutching at the cloth of his shirt, attempting to stay as close as she could possibly be. She wants PRIVACY, wants to be away from prying eyes of lackeys she didn’t know, people who only knew her through stories and by the whisper of her name down the ranks. Pulling herself closer to him, her face buried into his neck before lips found his ear, her voice almost a whisper. “Take me HOME, Puddin’….”}

PUDDIN’

                     ^{He’s got heat on him. Can’t go anywhere without someone on his tail be it the cops or The Bat and so breakin’ her out this time has been HARD. Still, as soon as Jonny’s car pulls up he’s swift down greased stairwells & out in the back street before y’can say jump. Pushing lackeys outta the way so he can get to her, get      
       “BABY.” Kneelin’ on the rain damp concrete, knees scrape and slide as he falls against her, little ass still on the leather car seat. Hands clamour at bare legs for signs of laceration. “They didn’t… hurt you, did they?” Says it like some old line from a movie. TRIPS from his blood clot mouth like he’s James Dean.}

^{@jesterbleach ( BABY GIRL. )}

                          _{Almost home. Almost there. It had seemed like a lifetime ago since she’d seen him, seen her PUDDIN’, and right now she couldn’t focus on a single other thing except the thought of his scent, his touch, HIM. Car came to a screeching halt and just as her door swung open, he was there on bended knees. Her Puddin’, her Mistah J, her reason for everythin’ she ever did. He was there and he was happy to see her. 
                        “PUDDIN’!” She’s sliding out of the car before she can say another word, clambering to get closer to him despite the damp, cold, hard ground. Blonde head shook in response, yet the bruises and scrapes upon bleached white skin told an entirely different story. Arms threw themselves around his neck, pulling herself into him, face buried into his skin as she took it all in, tiny hands gripping at the back of his shirt. “Nuh uh, don’t care neither… you got me ou’, that’s ALL tha’ matters!”} 

(Source: dailydcfilms, via tingriin-a-deactivated20171224)

clownbleach:

                                            ^{I’M TIRED OF FEELIN’ LIKE I’M FUCKING CRAZY.
                                            TIRED OF DRIVIN’ ‘TIL I SEE STARS IN MY EYES.}

ravemreyes:

He’s a psychotic, antisocial freak.

(Source: belamyblaks, via hasjokes-blog)

jokeresques:

Are you Joker af? (insp.)

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themagicthatsme:

I can’t wait to show you my toys!

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harleenfrancesqvinzel:

The fire in my l o i n s, the itch in my c r o t c h

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harleenfrancesqvinzel:

Rain down and d e s t r o y me

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