Batsy.. Batsy.. [Side eyes Batman?.]

|✨| That was very Harley Quinnesque of me.

|✨| Revamping. RT. #FairyTailRP

Gives my fishnets a slight tug.

Batman x talia. Fight me. x.com/ipostatmidnigh…

Hurt. Read - twitlonger.com/show/n_1sqelc1

— ‘For fighting was a passion but there was no better passion for the hot headed bombshell than music. Rock n’ rollin’ till midnight. Making the speakers blow; her voice grows hoarse. She’s been singing her lungs out since 8 o’clock.] A SCREAM OF RAGE!!!! C’MON!! [Pointing —

— the microphone towards the crowd; a roar waved across the open space. Nothing more satisfying than hearing a crowd that is out there, head banging, moshing, rocking with her. A satisfied grin creeps onto her red tinted lips at the mere sight of the crowd before her.] Y’all —

— been an amazing crowd. Thank ya for comin’ tonight. I’m Dinah.... and for the last time, let me hear you make some noise! [The blonde sporting a torn leather jacket, combat boots and fishnets gave a bow. Taking the audience’s cheers and hollers as a standing ovation. The —

— lights go dim and the rocker vixen exits the stage. It’s a small stage but she felt so omnipotent. “Di, we’re grabbin’ a beer from across”, hollers a friend and bassist. A head nod is given by the blonde, she too would be joining them across. But first, she had to freshen —

— up her lipstick. Dinah comes to a sudden halt in the corner of the street, the one before crossing to join the gang for a drink.... or two. The vixen whips out a mirror from her jacket’s pocket, she then shoved her palm deep inside in search for her red lipstick tube.] —

— Fuck... where is it? [The pocket she’s digging in can’t be that deep, the tube is no where to be seen. With brows quirked, her expressions are obvious. She’s wearing a frown and that feeling that someone is eyeing her like an eagle quivers throughout her body, turning —

— slightly to her right, she’ll see a blonde guy. He’s tall enough to pick apples from a tree without a latter, has a bit of scruff over his face, the kind that’ll save the donut crumbs for late snacking when hungry. Dinah glances at him, openly. This tall blonde doesn’t —

— seem like he belongs to this side of town.] Aye, blondie! You lost of somethin’?

|*| Really can’t deal with typos.

I need a drink... [It is always “drinks” with Dinah, she’s just trying to be modest.]

[Blinking lots.] There must be something in my eye..

Avoid car sex. x.com/wildehearted/s…

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