“baby” i say in reference to a character who can kill without a second thought
(via songofprussia)
For all the Tamaranian princess she was, she was still human, first and foremost. Yes, there was a throne she would eventually have to take. Yes, there were political intrigues to deal with.
Gotham’s alleys and battlefields will forever be home. They were simple, straightforward. There were no hidden agendas. It’s here that the warrior can be let loose, partially. It’s with her parents that it can be fully unrestrained, moving quickly and with precise hits. The Jokerz never needed much to put them out, but her mother could beat her and her father can stand up to her. They are the best of friends and the best trainers one could ask for.
Was that—
Well. Talk about surprising. The girl tilted her head, assessing the other man, briefly.
The Knight looks over at the girl, eyes briefly scanning her over. She didn’t appear dangerous…or even armed. Looks were deceiving. But he could find it in himself to be polite for now.
“Are you lost?”
“I.. guess so.” Blue eyes closed briefly, “I swear to X’hal, those boom tubes hate me.” And, after that muttered frustration, Selina opened her eyes again, “Coruscant… yes?” Just her luck. Theories floated around about psychic links in fiction, which seems to be just about right, given the predicament.
Was that—
Well. Talk about surprising. The girl tilted her head, assessing the other man, briefly.
“Oh…. that’s fun…” she mumbled, rolling her eyes at the sound of Jokerz. “Is that what it’s called now? Jokerz?” Alex repeated with a huff. Things were weird in the future or this alternative universe. “Okay… but where should I go? I mean I can’t slip into a class or anything.”
“Buncha kids, think they’re tough.” Selina shrugged, “Just local gangs. Probably got a couple hundred of ‘em.” And that’s where she cracked a grin, “School’s out for the day; just pick an alley to lie in wait in. Not downtown.”
(Source: earthandtamaran)
[chews her lip as she begins to assemble pieces for upgrading her terminal interface into Oracle]
[Flicks through her playlist until finding a suitable set of songs]
[Activates the solid-light construct simulacrums]
[And in a matter of seconds, she’s in motion, swinging and landing with the beat]
Hm.
Y’know, I could probably get a job at one of the clubs once I hit eighteen.
[She certainly has the strength for it]
