( FLINCHING. ) ??!????

also an early morning for you, huh ?

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perhaps he should pay @russkayas a visit. .̲.̲.̲ it has been a while.

the other’s direction ; senses still worn after a many beatings. “ the others. where are they ? ” , his persecutors. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚͟𝐬͟𝐞 don’t let them be dead. > @ONEMXNWAR .

sharp stench of weaponry, and the undeniable strength of a heartbeat belonging to no other but .̲.̲.̲ “ 𝒇rank. ” , voice hoarse from however long he had been out, an own head turned into ›

existence. and yet .̲.̲.̲ it had been treated ; smooth bandages tight around bothered and torn skin, and a bullet gone. he should have noticed it sooner, that familiar scent. the ›

shoulder throbbing in cruel intent, memories of a previous fight slow in their gradual return, matthew couldn’t help but exhale a quiet groan ; a former bullet’s wound agonizing in its mere ›

soon pressed against skin. ) i’m———i know i keep saying it .̲.̲.̲ but i’m sorry. ( sincere apology, the speedster was all but held tighter. ) every day .̲.̲.̲ i thought of you.

an own cranium leaned against theirs. fingertips caressing lover’s scalp in sweet affection, it was the vigilante’s head to turn but slightly for lips to brush against another’s temple ; a kiss ›

( too many months spent apart, disappearance without warning, matthew had presumed ire, perhaps a many justified statements of frustration, but instead .̲.̲.̲ a reunion of heartfelt intent ; and ›

a quiet in the dark, a lingering 𝓈hadow, sharpening the sole melody in an otherwise soundless night. the devil 𝐰͟𝐚͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐬, calm but attentive, for another to break the silence.

morning. need some coffee, *𝒓eader ?

∕ ohmygod hiii gotham !!!