You don’t want to hear what Aquarius is thinking when you’re getting the silent treatment.
chicksdigthecape asked: Hey. I heard you get in last night. How are you?
[TEXT] I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.
Hiatus for two weeks.
This is an OOC post, and it’s being made by Rose.
Bri is going to be on hiatus/vacation for two weeks IRL, so she will not be active on any of her accounts. (puckerup-pammy, theblackestbat and littlebluevialrelief.) So if you have sent her any messages on any of those accounts and she has responded for a while…well then, that’s why.
She shall return ASAP to be your Pammie once again. :)
-Rose
So I’m going to the beach today, guys, and then on a date. Oh lord.
I won’t be on most of the day/night but I’m going to try to get to replies whenever I get in. Tomorrow I’ll be on all day after class.
”Black Bat, ya say? Well, pardon me then… I wasn’t aware of the… deviation.” Lifting his eyes so that the big bright moon could shine it’s face into his own.
”Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Her eyes cast themselves skyward, two chocolate-brown orbs gazing upwards for only a moment before flickering back to him, keeping her distance. She knew the man before her well. She had let him out of Arkham to fight with him. He knew the language of the body, and she would admit only silently that she appreciated him allowing her to kick him around a bit.
It was sort of like him humanizing himself, if only for a moment, to understand just how inhumane her past had made her. Had forced her to become.
It was probably the closest thing he could come to compassion.

“It is.”
246. Cass feels super lonely about being the farthest way away from the rest of the family and Tim and Dick know and feel bad about this. So every year they plan a surprise trip to see her. They pick a different day each year, and some years they even visit more than once. Cass loves trying to anticipate when they will arrive. Last year she began to think they had forgotten her, though. The year before they had come to see her in June, but she still hadn’t seen them and it was already December. On Christmas Eve she headed back to her apartment after patrol, feeling more lonely than ever, only to find, not only Tim and Dick, but also Bruce and Alfred waiting for her. Cass couldn’t find the words to thank them, just held them all tight.
Submitted by writeroffates.
“…”
”Batgirl Numero Doce. What’s shakin’?”
“Black Bat.”
It was a correction, mostly, but her language was limited. Cassandra had learned just how precious words were over her short period of time being fluent in the language of humans.
The Joker simply wasn’t worth those precious words.






