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She loves it ; the thrill of keeping her scope on the Bat. Even though he isn't her target γΌ it excites her even more if he's able to figure out where she is.
γγβ γ You look dreadful, Batsy. β‘ γβ
The blonde spoke through the comms that she hijacked.
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/ I love it when canonical muses don't give OC muses that "who are you?" treatment; it's very thoughtful and makes me feel like my muse is a person who lives in that world.
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β It's time ARGUS needs a new director. I love Madame Waller and Monsieur Trevor, but οΌοΌοΌ
οΌοΌοΌI can do a better job than them. β‘ β
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β Of course it is, mon cher! β‘ This IS Monsieur Cobblepot we're talking about!
You know he has his ways οΌοΌοΌoui? But that's for you to find out. β
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Somehow, she'll always find herself back in Gotham γΌ be it for a mission or leisure.
How odd. How peculiar.
This feeling of longing γΌ this yearning. Oh, she despise it so much.
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It's one of those nights ; her body laced with bruises and cuts.
γγβ οΌοΌοΌmerde. β
She cursed and hissed under her breath. Mission accomplished, but she barely made it out alive. Still, this is fine.
This is nothing.
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