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I did bring up the topic, that's true. And I stated my opinion on it. We could have just had a productive conversation about it, or a debate. I'm always happy to do that. You instead are taking it as an attack. Most people do. Then they attack me or dismiss me, because the truth is --

I don't tend to hold back for the sake of 'politeness'. If I think what someone is doing is wrong or hypocritical, I will tell them so. It makes many people uncomfortable, but I don't regret it. Being quiet never changed the minds of anyone.

No, she means me. She doesn't like me.

Chances are, you're all eating bugs. Carmine is used to add a red color to a wide range of foods, including yogurt, candies, beverages, and even some meat products. It's often labeled as "natural red 4" or "E120". It's made of bugs.

Teresa was in the bakery when she heard a commotion outside. Frowning, she walked around the counter and stepped out the glass door, her eyes turning to the sky. A horrible feeling twisted in her stomach. "... Jesus Christ..." she whispered, suddenly crossing herself. #TheDemonicTakeover

Teresa arched one of her brows. "... You think chopping down trees is an 'amazing job'?"

"... Are you following me?"

She had to chuckle a little. "I guess it depends on if you find lumberjacks attractive."

She pinched her brows together. "... Well, you look like a lumberjack, for starters..."

"See? That's more like...." She frowned. "... What happened to your face?"

If no one else will do the right thing, I will.

"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏: 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝? 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

She smiled sweetly at the condescending comment. "I can tell. 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘦."

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"With... cat ears?" Teresa raised an inquiring brow. It wasn't a judgmental expression, but rather a curious one.

"It's coming down pretty hard out there, isn't it?"

"It's coming down pretty hard out there, isn't it?"

ᅠᅠstarter call. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ♡ for a gif starter with context. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ⟳ for a regular starter. ᅠᅠᅠᅠDM to plot.

"Oh, well lucky you. Mr. Big Time Vigilante.~"

She blinked in surprise. "Wait, really? Doesn't that make you look really suspicious?"

"Do you drive what the mask on? I imagine that would confuse passing drivers."

"You seem to switch back and forth often."

.... Gross.

Well if he is, he's yet to express such a thing in front of me.

Well I've been here two minutes and I've already had my fill of you for the day.~

Look at the reaction you're drawing out of people just by appearing. Do you think I missed that?

Oh. You again.

"You never say 'good morning' to Gotham. Do you perhaps dislike us?"

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸

HA! Keep dreaming.

Ha! Yes, I am aware that you tend to be very punchable.

Ah, the solution to all your problems... how is that working out for you so far?

Pray tell, how do you propose I face off with a 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯?

"I can come back later."

"... Is that a demon?"

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 A minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 26. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It's time for Gotham to meet 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁-𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Introducing "What? Have you never seen a cat burglar before?" Freddy Smithersons "Oh my gosh, is that catwoman! Oh, im such a big fan, crap and I did my makeup horrible today -" Aka "Ugh, this suit is so hard to clean, and you spilled wine on it! Asshole!" The Kitty Cat.

"Good morning, Gotham."

Teresa propped open the door of the bakery she worked at, letting the scent of freshly baked pastries and coffee waft out onto the street.

"That sounds like a pretty strong statement of love to me."

Teresa nodded. "I think I can understand that... some people are very passionate, very intense... like 'I'd walk through fire for you'. But not everyone speaks the same language of love." Teresa had definitely never imagined this man of all people would be that type of romantic... it made her look--

... Had he said he was from the future...? Teresa decided that he was either delusional, or it was the truth, because many, many strange things had happened in Gotham City in her lifetime... either way, 𝘩𝘦 believed it, so she wasn't going to ask about it. She was just going to stick to the --

Teresa frowned. "... You're being a little confusing now... he left you, came back, then left again?" She tried to get the story facts straight.

"I didn't realize you were such a romantic... No, I don't think I have. Not quite like that, anyway."

"You seem like you love him a lot." She gave him a small sympathetic smile.

"I see... I'm sorry to hear that," Teresa said earnestly. She may not get along with this man, but it's clear that this boy must have meant a lot to him to cause him so much pain. Teresa poured the drip coffee into a mug, then added cream and sugar, walking it around the counter and setting --