It's the closest she'll ever get to her 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. Sometimes she misses it so bad it feels like a physical ache in her chest — being surrounded by such familiarity takes the edge off. But nothing can compare to paradise.

|| new layout incoming <3

|| also! i will be keeping this account as spoiler free as possible for as long as possible because i don't want to ruin anything for anyone!

|| this layout is so bad but im working with shitty screencaps i have to get myself for rn AND i have a horrible migraine pls forgive how ugly it looks its only temporary

[ ✉️ ] — And I'm more than capable of getting my own. [ ✉️ ] — You haven't been giving Alfred any trouble while I've been away, have you?

There is, once again, a trail of Pop-Tart crumbs to follow from the bed to the kitchen. Gods know what lies in wait at the end.

Your stomach is a little more sensitive than mine.

Going back to Gotham is always ... 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. Truly, it's unlike anywhere else in the world ... And not necessarily in a good way.

|| this was how steve and diana slept on the boat in the first movie i know it is

|| dont let all my joking fool you once i have a good layout im going to do more real writing im just scared to fuck up and do bad <3

Next time can he please say something first? She's been tearing the city apart.

Please no more in bed.

Because I would prefer not to sleep in Pop-Tart crumbs.

That's fair. Let me have a bite?

... steve.

No flying. Yet.

Where is he even going?

|| it sucks cause i DO have muse im just scared im gonna be bad and its making me really anxious 👁️👄👁️