‍ ‍ 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 ‍┈— ‍ 𝒅𝖺𝗒𝗌. ‍ ⟢*

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he lived． served cunt． died． got resurrected． served even more cunt．

vale's work has chronicled gotham's most volatile moments with clarity and accountability . at a time when t͟r͟u͟s͟t͟ in institutions wavers , her reporting remains rooted in verification , transparency , and fact .

‍ ‍ ೯⠀⁺ ⠀ wires ⠀ snapping⠀ ; ⠀ risk ⠀ of ⠀ 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶, ⠀ ＊ ⠀ one ⠀ day ⠀ im ⠀ going ⠀ to ⠀ 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 ⠀ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀

“𝑦𝑒𝑠.” left had lifts to touch beneath his chin right as he leans in; not even hesitating to steal a soft peck from awaiting lips. content with that simple touch. “are you jealous of my tablet, darling?”

⠀⠀⠀ 𝒊’m the most intelligent, capable person on the planet … 𝒊 am not playing 𝐺𝑂𝐷. all this time i’ve been playing 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 .ᐟ

tablet left sitting on the edge of the kitchen island now that stephen is closer; hand reaching out to grab him by the waist pull towards his own body. brow raised with an amused smirk playing on his lips. “you can always tell me you want my attention, i wouldn’t hesitate +

yet another loud pop, jumping down heap of debris. a sniff ( * ew, very much confirmed, ) as she now stands by him. "need a hand ?" now nudging what seems to be a bit of intestines with very tip of his boots. double ew. [ ↷ ]

movement caught right on time to detain the tablet’s fall with one hand whilst head lifts to finally glance at the sorcerer; glaring in his direction. “no need to destroy my gadgets, they haven’t done anything to you.”