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bakerstreet2025-05-18 12:45 am
oneholysock) wrote in bakerstreet2025-05-18 12:45 am
midnight texting
The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed |
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My mother used to gather flowers from the grounds and bring them into the house every morning. She had different arrangements for different days.
[ They're wilted and dead but Bruce has the roses propped up delicately in a glass. Every time he touches them a petal crumbles under his touch. ]
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The blueprints are folded. The dossiers set aside. Photographs, receipts, fragments of Gotham’s skeleton—all left to gather dust a little longer, because nothing else compares. Not to this.
Not to him, his dearest, darling Bruce. ]
Tell me about them.
Which were your favorites?
[ A beat later. Quickly, because he fears Bruce will remain as delightfully reserved as ever: ]
Why?