/ i typed, having instigated zero [0] cat yuri of my own

/ blah blah blah, i want more CAT YURI!!

not a thought. a surety.

absentee fathers and weaponized offspring. how innovative.

been a bit busy lately. adaine's been a little queasy, and i've been tending to her tummy troubles.

catch me up on what's happening around town.

feigning disinterest. no chuckling. no performative grace. her bait had worked, and 'her bait' had found her, right when she'd needed him.

"or is that just the 'pickup line du jour' these days, mister wayne?"

there'll always be a pair of claws aimed at your throat. waiting for the right moment.

"do you make a habit of that?"

words meant for him, but offered away, given to the ballroom extending just past the banister she was perched near.

"introducing yourself to a city that already knows your name?"

feigning interest. chuckling politely at whispers and half-handed compliments. gracefully avoiding too-long stares and whole-hearted, half-cocked idiots.

all the while never losing track of her prey.

not like she'd have too difficult a time. 'predators' often forgot the first law of the jungle.

good morning, gotham.

well, you're not moving into my apartment building.

come off it, harleen, you're never leaving gotham.

Hades voice line-MegaeraHome YouTube video by Unruly

/ ooh, alt choice? this is also very much the energy.

i seem to be taking after someone i know.

are you claiming sovereignty over them, or are you trying to remind me how cute you look in your uniform?

there's plenty of 'vacant warehouse property' in-between the east side and the docks.

...i should buy the apartment across the hall, too.

i suppose they're coming with me...

how are the chuckle brothers, harley?

do these three have a home with any of you? if not...

it's all too easy, lately. i wonder what the girls are up to... at least they could keep up.

mhmm.

keep them far and away from the light, so no one can see just how much it irks him when small children call him 'an edgelord'.

what, like it was hard?

ooh. someone's feeling tough today~

good. i'm feeling particularly stubborn.

mm... and if i'm not?

mm, exactly. all that brooding and sulking, keeping his feelings so close, and nigh-inscrutable.

it's exhausting trying to even get to know him... honestly, i'm content most days just to call him moody and go about my business.

what do you have to offer me, ms. wayne?

oops.

promises, promises.

and yet, never any action.

there you go. now, it's up to you to be the hero those kids want to see.

[ and by that, of course, she meant - hm? oh, why she'd love to dance, thanks for asking. ]

i think he's a selfish, chauvinistic, drunken lech who'd rather spend more time with his arm-candy than with the people that get him.

so many rules and conditions...