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unsungjustice · 3 years
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                                                    sometimes home is in people.
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❝Mmmm. Except you’re not the one callin’ the shots here.❞
It’s matter-of-fact, devoid of the animosity that comes off the vigilante in waves. Actually, it’s devoid of emotion as a whole.     « The woman’s letting her frustration at Bones affect her judgement, and it’s all very office politics and petty arguments and     - she’s a goddamn soldier not a mediator. They’re here to do a job. »
❝You’re on thin ice.❞     « See: personal babysitter. And Shaw can see why. »     ❝So unless you want Bones to comin’ down on you harder, I’d suggest you give him what he wants.❞ 
❝’Sides, I thought you hero types could take on anything. Who’s to say we can’t do both?❞
She can’t help the raise of an eyebrow, defiant against the unconcealed distaste and unflinching in the Batwoman’s shadow. It wasn’t just that it was getting tiresome, it’s hard to imagine being anywhere near functional with a chip of that size on her shoulder. 
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❝Look, you’re not winning any brownie points with this little tantrum of yours, and it’s sure as hell not gonna get the DEO off you ass any quicker. So how about you save it for later and we can go clean up your city instead, hmm? I’ll get you your one-on-one with the supplier, but I’m turnin’ him in to the DEO at the end of this.❞
          oh,   for  fuck’s  sake.     she  has  to  ball  her  hands  into  fists  to  physically  restraint  herself  from  snatching  the  woman  up  by  the  flaps  of  her  jacket  and  telling  her  exactly  what  she  thinks                  of  her,     of  the  D.E.O.,     of  bones.     for  one,     there  isn’t  enough  time.     for  two,     the  last  thing  she  needs  is  for  this  one  to  run  back  and  snitch  and     get  her  saddled  with  a  third,   potentially  worse  pain  in  her  ass.     for  the  sake  of  her  own  sanity,     she  draws  in  a  deep  breath  through  her  nose,     exhales  it  just  the  same,     and  decides  to  let  it  go.     does  she  give  bones’  lackey  the  satisfaction  of  hearing  her  say  that?     hell  no.
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          “     how  much  are  they  paying  you  to  shill  for  them?     ”        she  asks,   a  pernicious  twist  at  the  edge  of  her  smirk,        “     or  do  you  just  really  like  licking  those  boots?     ”
          batwoman  stiffly  brushes  past  her,     toward  the  ledge  of  the  roof  where  the  building’s  fire  escape  lingers  just  a  few  feet  below.     they  still  have  some  time  before  their  targets  pull  up,     but  she’ll  have  an  easier  time  getting  the  drop  on  them  if  she  infiltrates  their  rendezvous  point  ahead  of  their  arrival.     another  brush  of  her  fingers  along  the  edge  of  her  masks  sees  the  white  lenses  abruptly  turn  red,     her  normal  vision  replaced  by  thermal  imaging  to  scan  the  immediate  area  and  the  building  across  the  street.     JUST  A  PRECAUTION                  to  ensure  that  she  is  the  only  one  with  the  element  of  surprise  on  her  side.
          “     all  clear,     ”        and  the  white  eyes  are   back     (     GLOWING  EERILY  IN  THE  SHADOWS  SHE  SINKS  INTO  ON  HER  WAY  TO  THE  FIRE  ESCAPE     ),     a  crimson  boot  secured  at  the  very  edge  of  the  rooftop.        “     i’m  going  in                  i  don’t  care  what  you  do  with  the  supplier  afterward,    but  i  will  get  him  first.     ”
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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> # @unsungjustice​
“   well,  ”   she breathed out,  “  when he  comes back,   i’d like to hear about it.   ”      a smile was levelled to the bartender she was speaking to,         though there was danger lurking in the sharpness of its edges,      &    in the sweetness,   the low quality of her voice.        “  oh,       &  i’ll take that drink before the end of your shift,  ”   the one she’d asked him for when she’d first come in,   before flashing her badge   &  proceeding to question him,    all for the show of course.        turns out augusta king,    her FBI cover identity,   was coming in more handy than she’d anticipated. 
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she pulled off her leather jacket,    the bravado dissipating in part as she slid her fingers onto the bar-top  &  took her seat.     she ran fingers through her hair,     shoulders relaxing   &    like she hadn’t noticed her     (   hadn’t come all the way here for her    )     she slowly tilted her face,      curiously taking in the woman two seats down slowly.        her curiosity only piqued outwardly,          “   all alone tonight  ?    ”    she asked with a practised smile,    with a hint of intrigue in her eyes as she continued to look her over.     
          sometimes,     she  can’t  help  but  eavesdrop.     okay,     most  times.     fine.     she  eavesdrops  like  it’s  her  job                    you  might  even  say  it  is  part  of  her  job.     she’s  bugged  places  like  this  for  that  specific  reason.     not  tonight,     of  course,     because  tonight  she’s  not  here  for  a  case.     this  just  happens  to  be  where  she’d  arranged  to  meet  bette  after  her  tennis  game  and  had  just  opted  to  stay  after  her  cousin  had  left.     with  her  dad  out  of  the  country  for  a  few  weeks  on  duty,     maggie  in  metropolis,     and  beth  still  in  treatment,     what  else  is  she  supposed  to  do?     sit  at  home,     gorge  herself  on  ice  cream  and  watch  creature  features?     tempting,     but  not  tonight.     tonight,     she’s  feeling  a  little  more  social                    she  just  hadn’t  found  anyone  worth  socializing  with  until  the  woman  a  few  seats  down     (    FBI,     FROM  WHAT  SHE’D  OVERHEARD    )     had  sauntered  in.
          kate  realizes  once  the  woman  speaks  to  her  that  she  must’ve  been  obvious  in  the  way  she’d  glanced  at  her  as  she  shed  her  jacket  and  took  her  seat.     she’s  already  two  cocktails  in  and  working  on  a  third  between  a  snack  of  green  olives  and  pretzels,     so  subtlety  isn’t  her  strong  point  right  now.
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          “     unfortunately,     ”       she  says,     stabbing  another  olive  on  the  end  of  her  toothpick,       “     you?     ”
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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“In my dreams you’re touching my face
And asking me if I want to try again with you.”
-22.17pm
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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THE  END  IS  FINALLY  HERE,   ALMOST.    tomorrow  is  my  last  day  of  class  so  i’ll  be  getting  back  into  the  swing  of  things  tomorrow  night  or  saturday!
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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it’s  finals  time  so  school  as  been  kicking  my  entire  ass  and  i’ve  really  only  had  time  to  dedicate  to  @biovaliant  so  that’s  where  i’ve  been,   but  after  my  semester  is  over    (   aka  i  graduate  😎   )    i’m  gonna  be  working  on  a  new  direction  for  this  blog.    i  wanna  really  dig  into  the  supernatural  /  horror  roots  of  batwoman  and  what  really  made  her  unique  to  the  batfam.  
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DC Moodboards: Kate Kane/Batwoman
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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Don’t forget to smile while intimidating someone.
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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An eyebrow’s raised. Her reaction goes beyond unapologetic            to relish, even. It’s not the noble, virtuous, seemly conduct she’s come to expect from one aligned ( however loosely ) to the Bat, and she lets herself think that maybe…
« She’d settle for bearable. »
Barring new activity, she decides that she’s seen enough of the layout below. And with pupil-less whites set on the scene, the moment’s perfect for a close-up scan of her companion: matching the analyses, skills, and inventoried items with a cursory sweep. If there are blanks to be filled, she’ll soon find out. 
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❝Local street gang starts packin’ a lot more firepower than they should be able to afford            includin’ a couple of pieces that make the bosses twitchy.❞
« It’s all very little league, if you ask her. Your run-of-the-mill greed and ambition and bid for expansion. »
This part, she meets eyes for. ( It’s not infantilising if the file prescribes emphasis. )
❝You investigate the supply chain, we go in, make sure this doesn’t become ground zero for an all out turf war.❞
( DEO gets some new toys to reverse engineer. )
               ❝     see ,    here’s  the  thing .     ❞          the  batwoman  closes  the  distance  between  them ,    lowering  her  voice  as  to  not  allow  it  to  carry  beyond  the  ears  of  herself  and  the   “ partner ”   that’s  been  forced  upon  her  like  a  bad  migraine .          ❝     i  don’t  care  about  getting  those  weapons  back  to  bones .     what  i  do  care  about  is  clearing  these  people  out  so  the  civilians  that  live  here  can  come  back  home  and  not  have  to  worry  about  getting  their  windows  shot  out  or  becoming  the  next  body  bag  shipped  to  the  county  morgue  and  forgotten  like  every  other  victim  of  gang  violence  in  gotham .     ❞
               at  the  sound  of  an  approaching  vehicle  below ,    she  pauses ,    angles  her  head  in  its  direction .     the  clock  on  her  heads - up  display  still  says  they  have  over  twenty  minutes ,    so  surely . . .     with  a  gauntleted  finger ,    she  brushes  over  the  touch  sensor  on  her  mask  to  activate  the  enhanced  audio  processor                but  as  she  assumed ,    it’s  nothing .     better  safe  than  sorry ,    but  the  car  carries  on  and  fades  into  the  night ,    tail  lights  eventually  disappearing  around  the  bend  that’ll  take  it  out  of  this  neighborhood  and  into  the  next  borough  over . 
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               ❝     i’ll  take  them  out ,    but  i  need  you  to  make  sure  the  supplier  gets  taking  into  our  custody .     ❞          she  finally  continues ,          ❝     and  i  mean  ours ,    not  with  the  d .  e .  o .    bones  and  chase  get  nothing  until  i  get  what  i  want  out  of  him .     if  you  can’t  do  that ,    then  i  suggest  you  stay  up  here  and  let  me  handle  it .     ❞
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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quinzotic​:
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    is   the   ring   on   her   finger   moving   unnoticed   by   DESIGN ,   or   is   her   vision   that   blurry   already ?   …   who   cares ?   WHO   wears   a   ring   to …   any   place   on   earth   where   there’s   alcohol ,   right ?   bars ,   galas ,   charity   things—   you   name   it !   it   must   be   her   vision .   let’s   go   with   the   vision .      “   hi .   ’s   not   my   best   party   trick   but   i   can   definitely   tie   a   knot   on …   the   cherry …   the   cherry   knot …   ”      give   her   a   minute .      “   th’   cherry   knot   thing …   a   cherry   stem .   ’n   it   gives   me   a   cheery   esteem .   —’s   not   even   my   best   party   trick .   ”
@unsungjustice​ :   ❦ . 
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            she  knew  going  into  this  that  it  would  be . . .     an  experience .     it  always  is  when  she  goes  undercover                  and  yes ,    going  into  a  sleazy  bar  in  your  civs  as  a  well - known  gothamite  still  counts  as  undercover  when  your  night  job  is  vigilantism  and  showing  up  in  uniform  is  only  going  to  cause  chaos .     but  what  she  hadn’t  expected  was  to  get  hit  on  at  the  bar  counter  by  harley  quinn .     at  least ,    that’s  what  she  assumes  is  happening .     she’s  definitely  heard  that  particular  flex  before  and  with  absolutely  no  amount  of  the  shame  she  should  have  had ,    kate’s  used  it  before  too .
            the  last  thing  she  wants  to  do  is  to  rev  up  the  rumor  mill ,    but  she  needs  this  little  stint  to  work  out  tonight  and  if  that’s  going  to  happen ,    she  has  to  at  least  try  to  play  up  the  part .     so ,    kate  plucks  the  cherry  from  her  cognac  balloon  and  with  the  very  tips  of  her  middle  finger  and  thumb ,    offers  it  to  the  other  woman  with  a  daring  smirk  spread  across  her  scarlet  lips .          ❝     so  prove  it .     ❞
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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friendly  reminder  that  colonel  jacob  kane  is  an  amazing  father  who ,    while  he  isn’t  perfect ,    loves  and  supports  his  daughter  and  det  comics  rebirth  can  eat  my  whole  ass  ❤️
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Article 125, that’s homosexual conduct.
Yes, sir.
Why couldn’t you tell him what he needed to hear?
I’d have been lying.
Then you kept your honor and your integrity. I’m proud of you. Your mother would’ve been, too.
Kate Kane in Detective Comics #859
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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I haven’t had a hickey in a while and I find that offensive
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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babydxhl​:
@unsungjustice​ liked x for a starter.
“Is it—” Mary pauses, scrubs hard at a smear of blood on her cheek; though rain is still hitting the roof over their heads, it can’t drown out the ringing of gunfire still in her ears.
She’s going back to Arkham, she thinks soberly, a realisation that had dawned on her almost from the moment the Batwoman had shown her pointed little ears at the warehouse. That spoilt little rich boy is going back to his mewling, weak father and Mary Dahl is going back to Arkham sans-money and sans-privileges. She swallows hard, fixes her gaze on the floor.
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“Is it nice for you? Does it make you feel good? Like a hero?” She wonders how long it will take the bumbling GCPD to arrive, for the asylum transport van to load her up like old luggage. She keeps talking, because talking comes very easily to her. “How many of these—” She lifts her fists, shakes the flexicuffs. “—Do you go through a week, huh?”
            blank ,    white  eyes  shift  their  gaze  from  the  drenched ,    oily  street  to  the  arkham - bound  fool  sat  on  the  cement  beside  her .     is  she  serious ?     really ?     she’s  actually  trying  a  whole  guilt  trip  with  a  warehouse  full  of  cuffed  up  henchman  behind  them  and  a  kid  she’s  likely  traumatized  for  the  rest  of  his  life  sitting  only  a  few  feet  away ?     incredulity  elicits  a  scoff  from  painted  lips ,    eyebrows  lift  in  humorous  disbelief  behind  the  mask  that  obscures  them .     this  is  definitely  a  first .
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            ❝     are  you  trying  to  make  me  feel  bad ?     ❞
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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sometimes  i  rly  miss  writing  ms  illyana  nikolievna  rasputina  bc  i  love  her  so  much  and  she’ll  always  be  my  number  one  but  then  i  remember  x - men  sucks  ass  in  the  comics  rn  and  the  marvel  rpc  was  largely  a  mess  and  decide  instead  to  stay  right  where  i  am .
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unsungjustice · 3 years
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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄   ,           ————        it   follows   her   every   step    ( clicks  of   her   heel ,   such  a  tempting  hymn !   ) 𝙱𝙴𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙴   𝙾𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺   𝙲𝙰𝚃!         ;    you  might   catch  your   doze   of     𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊!    
                  felicia  hardy   ;   the  black  cat .    portrayed  by  sara.  
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