Hush.

“Anger is a gift.”

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

“Hope is a waking dream..”

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

“The soul never thinks without a mental picture.”

Art: @AdamKubert

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

@BelovedsBlade lover can be. The hatred that boils. The want of retribution.
He left it at them, he as well letting the silence speak. Beside him a car raced by, the bandaged man not even blinking. He was focused; driven.. to a fault some had said.

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

How long had he surveyed her for now? A week? Two?
She loved the man as much as he hated him, and still after all this time nothing. Perhaps she had moved on.. and yet still spent so many nights alone. Lost.
He knew that feeling.
No, there was more to her.
So he continued.

[Talia. @BelovedsBlade]

Tonight, she is wandering the streets of Gotham. It rains, heavily, soaking her skin. She is without her coat, her damp tresses sticking to her forehead, turning chocolate colour into inky, dark lines.

She wanders. Aimless. It’s something she has felt for a while now.

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

@BelovedsBlade ‘Well fuck.’ He thought as the silent seconds ticked by. ‘Good or bad, I got her attention.’
“I’m working HIM. And yes, I know the mask he hides behind.”
His whole body tensed awaiting an attack. From the last known accounts, she loved the man.. but he knows how a scorned +

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

“Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.”

#SeductiveSunday

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“The antidote for fifty enemies is one friend..”

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

@BelovedsBlade was listening.
“I didn’t come here to fight. Or be killed.. I came to speak about a.. mutual acquaintance.”
If she was half as smart as he knew she was, she knew who he was talking about.. and why. Her reaction would determine her allegiance to his foe.

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

@BelovedsBlade slowed before coming to a complete stop at the entrance. He paused there, letting the rain flow off him as he stood motionless for but a moment before he spoke, his voice a low, whispered growl.
“I know the darkness is your ally, not mine.” He said honestly, knowing she +

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“The weak are always anxious for justice and equality. The strong pay no heed to either.”

[Doctor Psycho. @EdgarCizko]

[𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.]

January fourth—broken clouds decorated the dazzling sky, while humidity embraced Washington, D.C. alike a mother to her most cherished child, smothering them with love, ablaze; everlasting.

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@BelovedsBlade Hope he wouldn’t be disappointed with his tail this night. He’d had enough of empty hands and drawn out vengeance.

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

@BelovedsBlade on his trenchcoat higher, raising the cuff and he embarked behind her in the rain. She wasn’t heading home; this was somewhere new. A trap maybe? Or to him. He growled as he felt the rain soaking into the bandages, keeping a good block behind his lithe target. He could only +

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

“Anybody can become angry — that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way — that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.”

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

In the fire before him, he saw his future; Gotham ablaze, the bad dead at his very hand.. and him, with all he deserved. The flames licked and caressed his desires.

“Man is a goal-seeking animal. His life only has meaning if he is reaching out and striving for his goals.”

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

He sits in his family’s long abandoned home, staring at the family portrait above the fireplace mantle and swirling a glass of brandy.
“You can almost feel the love. Mother.. Father.. I'm glad you're dead.” He says flatly before hurling the empty cup at the portrait.

[Hush. @DrThomasElliot]

It rushed over him then; the memory.. no, the joy he felt as he suffocated that crazy old woman who should have died so many years before. He grabbed the painting, tossing it into the fire before him, watching his past burn.