Bruz3r - Blog Posts

the nights in gotham weren't just dark—they drowned in shadow, swallowing men whole and leaving nothing but a cold whisper behind. he'd worked in cities like gotham before—berlin, moscow, madripoor—but gotham was something else. a different kind of beast with different kind of monsters.

he moved through the warehouse like a ghost, boots silent against concrete, a black silhouette against the night. hydra had been quick to use gotham as their backdrop, smuggling weapons, money, and other nastier things and he had no intention of letting them remain.

the floor is a maze of steel crates, some marked with shell corporation insignias, others left blank and unidentifiable. overhead, a single flickering bulb swung slightly, casting long, jagged shadows, and that was when he saw it.

a man, swinging from the rafters by his ankles. he hadn't done that. footsteps to his left alert him to a patrolling agent and bucky slipped quickly around one of the steel crates, raising to his full height to wrap his arm around the agent's and cut the weapon from his body in a single motion. he took him down quietly, but the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. a warning that he wasn't alone. // @bruz3r , a semi - plotted starter .

ꪆ ⋆⁺₊ There was a small sting sent through the bruise as his heavy gloved fingers moved around the discolored skin, but Selina found that she didn't mind. If anything, there a charge that she felt, even through the many layers of fabric as she touched her.

His offer brought a smirk to her features as she held his gaze. "Of course. What was I thinking?" she answered, her voice laced with sarcasm. "After all, I have you on speed dial, right between my pimp and my priest."

Calling Batman. Selina couldn't imagine. They'd only run into each other a handful of times, and every time he seemed more enigmatic than the last. She had no idea what he thought of her, and that, she realized, is the source of her interest.

What was it they say about curiosity and the cat? she thought to herself.

Taking a step back from the vigilante, she was back in business mode. "The good news is, that's one less ruffian you have to worry about on the streets tonight, honey."

* “Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.” (this is from an old meme you reblogged. hope that's ok!)

Eyes narrowed and jaw set. Clenched tightly on its hinges. Words flooding to the roof of his mouth before he swallowed the torrent for the flush of silence. 

     [ ₁ ] It wasn’t his place. 

But gloved fingers touched her jaw gently. Thumb traced the blooming bruise on her cheek around the edges. Careful and deliberate. Tender like the wound. 

He pulls back after a minute. 

“ Next time – just call. “ He whispered. The words are almost hard to hear through the voice modulator. “ I’d come sooner, @felin3fatal3. “