TFLN in Gotham

[plotarmored]

Comments

to anyone who feels like it, honestly, mistexts more than welcome

[plotarmored]

What are you wearing?

[adverse]

the blood of my enemies
why?
interested?

[plotarmored]

...what enemies?

[adapts]

ya nasty, gordon

[plotarmored]

WRONG NUMBER

And go to bed, Selina, it's late.

[asyoulike]

A cotton button up shirt, blue
Three button suit jacket, brown.
Tie, damask blue and brown
Trousers, brown. Matching the jacket.
Cotton socks, white.
Leather shoes, brown.
Leather belt, black.

This is an odd request.

[plotarmored]

...I texted the wrong number, Lucius. Sorry.

But it sounds like a great outfit.

[disbelief]

Hi Jim.

[plotarmored]

thank god finally i sent this to someone i wanted to send it to

...I mean, hi.

[controls]

Do you always make it a habit to ask the wrong questions, Captain?

because, frankly, I couldn't resist, also open to anyone

[bornmonday]

Me and a lesbian played "may the best man win" over a bi chick tonight... I lost, still fun though

[discrete]

[ please let it be known that tabitha acknowledges her taste in men is questionable. ]

You're an idiot

[terrify]

And why is it that you didn't win? My money is always on you, Butch.

[adapts]

new phone who dis.

hit me

[preened]

I can only speak casual Parseltongue. I'm not bad, though. Just the general "Where's the bathroom?" "Open the Chamber of Secrets." That type of stuff.

[asyoulike]

Is this your way of trying to get a pet snake?

[oldsausage]

When I told you to read more British literature, that's so not what I meant, mate.

[discrete]

It's simple. When his lips are on my clitoris I want to marry him. When they are speaking I want to kill him.

[bornmonday]

Aw, babe!

...aw, babe.

[beaky]

i've noticed that whenever i have to ask myself "would i be doing this if i was sober?" the answer is probably no.

which is good because i have absolutely nothing sober to say to you.

[riddleman]

Given you haven't been sober in the last ten years, approximately, that really doesn't leave much room for silence.

[plotarmored]

What do you want, Oswald?

[zsaszle]

uh-huh

[adapts]

do you have $50?

[controls]

Absolutely nothing?