i-will-always-serve:

Every member of the League of Shadows

I love your drabbles,and can I request a Bruce x Talia one?I'm dying to read that drabble from you
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//Thanks! c: And a;fsls YES Bruce/Talia is my otp of all otps. I would love to write that. Do you have anything specific in mind?

Welcome back. Glad to see another bane and talia drabble. It was hot! Is it possible for you to do a second part to that drabble please? Thank you.
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//Thank you! c: I actually have already started writing a second part, lol. If my energy keeps up I may post tonight.

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//talia’s baaaaaack

let’s RP guys

a bath

//Pure fluff.

He found her in the bath one night, foamy white bubbles up to her chin, reading A Tale of Two Cities.

Talia’s face lit up when she saw him lurking guiltily behind the door, and apart of him, in that instant, was salvaged.

“Bane!” she breathed, sitting up. “Come here, my heart!”

He stalked out of the shadows, the delicate tile floor quaking beneath his boots. Smiling even wider, Talia stood up in the tub to embrace him.

“Oh, don’t look away,” she chided with a smirk, guiding his face back to her. “I’m wearing bubbles.”

His eyes fluttered as he tried to be gallant and avert his gaze. “They’re popping. I didn’t mean to — “

“Hey. Come here.”

And in that impossibly sexy way of hers, that way that made his throat tight and his muscles coil, she took his arm and draped it around her bare waist, pressing herself to his chest.

“I’m glad you came,” she murmured against his vest as he stroked her wet hair. Her tone turned playful. “Want to join me?”

He chuckled, a low raspy bubbling under the mouthpiece.

“Don’t tempt me, I’d break it. I’ll settle for washing your hair, though.” The corners of his eyes crinkled with his invisible smile.

A few moments later, Bane was sitting on a stool, his boots off and pants rolled up to his calves as he soaked his feet in the warm water. Talia lay against the tub with her head between his legs as he gently massaged the rose-scented shampoo into her hair.

“I remember when you used to do this for me, all those years ago,” she said. “I always wondered how your hands could be so strong and so soft at the same time.”

He shrugged, coiling the silky wet hair around his fingers. “Aren’t you gentle with the thing you cherish most?”

Talia smiled at that. “I am when he wants me to be,” she answered mischievously.

“Mm. So tell me, Miss Tate,” he said, dipping the tips of her hair into the water, “how was your day?”

It pulled at him that he hadn’t been able to ask her this question for so long. Back in Tehran, he did it every night.

“Well, rather monotonous,” she replied, blowing a handful of bubbles into the air. “I was in and out of meetings all day. Daggett, that slimy weasel, tried to hit on me. I — ” She paused suddenly, feeling his hands tighten a little on her shoulders. Looking up at him, she offered a little smile and pressed her lips to his fingers. ” — Hey, don’t worry about it, alright? Anyway, things were pretty boring…until someone broke into my apartment when I got home.”

Oh, how he had missed that impish tone.

“You don’t say,” he mused, lathering his hands now with conditioner.

“I do,” she shrugged. “It was very rude of him.”

“What did he look like? I’ll snap his neck.”

“I’m not sure you should try,” she said, glancing up at him as her lip curled. “He’s very large, even stronger than he is tall. Devastatingly handsome. Agile despite his immensity.”

Bane knitted his brow in mock seriousness as he massaged the pads of his thumbs into her scalp. “Hm. Was he wearing a mask?”

“I didn’t see one.”

He paused, hands tangled in the soft tresses, and cocked his head down at her. 

“No? You didn’t see a mask?” he asked, unsure of where this was going now.

“No,” she repeated. Slowly, she turned around to face him, sitting up on her knees, the water lapping at her navel. White bubbles glittered on her skin like dew on a lily, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders and over her breasts. Reaching out for him, she cupped the side of his face in her palm, her other hand settling on his chest where his heart beat strongest.

“I never do,” Talia said. With a little smile, she leaned close, shut her eyes, and kissed him.

When she broke away, her cheeks were flushed with that beautiful rosy glow he loved inspiring, and she sank back like a siren into the water. The bubbles were almost gone.

“You sure you don’t want to come in?” she asked, canting her head as she eyed him playfully. “The water’s great…”

Beneath the mask, he was smiling. With steady fingers he began to undo the clasps on his vest.

“Move over.”

//ok muse coming back omg

writing fluff you guys

bane/talia fluff

i really want someone to draw it out D:

//that moment when you log back into your ff.net account out of curiosity after like 90 years and see that your joker/harley fic is still being read and reviewed

guys

no

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//just a couple things:

1) i think i’m slowly but surely regaining my muse. talia’s contemplating returning full time. i’m pretty sure she’ll cave and come back any day now, lol.

2) my inbox is weird. if you’ve sent me anything lately and i haven’t responded, it’s likely that i never got it.

3) i may post an open starter sooner or later to help coax talia back. would anyone actually reply to it?

4) i owe several long overdue replies, i know. i’m very sorry. i have them drafted and hope to get those out as soon as i can.

thank you all for being patient with me. <3