are any of us ready

colored some doodles of act 1 veronica <3 

enjoying dark themes in media ≠ supporting dark themes in real life

(( OOC: So. I know how fond you are all of Fem!Remus. Me too, guys, me too.

And doing We’ll Be Ghosts made me think a lot about the latter part of her story within the Fem!AU.

What happens when Sirius dies? How does she deal with that? And what about… Tonks? Genderbent Tonks?

And then I thought… do we need to genderbend Tonks?

As @lizziebennetnotinjapan rightly pointed out, Tonks has never been one to conform to gender rules. And besides, half the reason I created the Fem!AU was to have more wlw. 

……….So why not stick with the theme?

Tonks: Merlin… chatty one, aren’t you?

(( OOC: ………I’m enjoying this idea. ))

I thought I was like Keith but the more I think about it, the more I feel like I’m actually Lance:
- likes girls
- does finger guns a lot
- thinks Keith is hella pretty???
- would take a bullet for e v e r y o n e
- hella insecure about their worth
- has a lot of bad pickup lines ready to use at any given moment

anonymous asked:

With your new hair cut you went from "Baby Gay" to Daddy and I don't think Any of us were ready, especially Jaxx

lmfaooo flattered thank u

we both had a feeling we’d love it but yeah I think it’s surprised both of us how much we’re into this hair

Objects like Us: A Poem

I’ve stopped liking the word “broken,”

Not in the faces I meet,

Not in the trembling doubt inside myself

The fear, the fear, the fear,

“I am a broken,”

“We are broken,”

“We’ve stopped functioning.”

Unusable, useless to ourselves & the world.

But there are other words:

Hurt, healing, growing, trying.
In progress.

People are not vases,

Not stain-glass windows prone to splintering,

We aren’t wrist watches that stop ticking or

Camera’s cracked at the lenses,


People don’t break.

They are afraid, sad, and angry,

Shaking, feeling, mending.

And nothing about us has become

A ready object any less than it’s ever been.

People are not mirrors

Or clicking pens,

We are not our bones and ligaments

That split.


We stop fitting as puzzle pieces into pictures,

Sometimes, our jagged edges feel like shattering

But this isn’t torn, this isn’t unusable, and over.

It’s human and human and human.

I’ve stopped liking the word broken.

stylesunchained  asked:

How about we talk about the moment Harry asks you to stop taking/using any forms of birth control? He's ready to make a family with you and he's noticed the hints you've been dropping lately and he knows you'll only go forward with this if he's the one to ask you so he comes home one day and asks you to stop using prevention and please, love, give him a baby.

…How about you shut up? 

Alright, fine, let’s do this.

(I love you.)

“Maybe we don’t need it anymore.”

You let out a squeak, because he’s practically on top of you. You’ve just rolled over and away from him to reach into the drawer of the nightstand to take your pill after your alarm had gone off to remind you and he’d… not exactly lunged, but he’d done a funny sort of heavy flip-flop on the bed to chase after you and now his outstretched arm has covered your own which is fumbling for the package in the drawer. 

You don’t really know what to say, cause you’re not *really* sure what he’s on about, but he’s squeezing you, and rubbing up against you, and nuzzling your neck and cheek, and not playing fairly at ALL. So forgive you if you’re a little distracted. 

“Harry, I need my pill,” you exhale, curling up a bit when he kisses your earlobe pertly. 

“N’yeh’don’.” The words slur together with his lazy, early morning drawl and you swallow hard. 

“I *do*,” you insist. 

“S’no good,” he counters you again. “How’re we supposed to make a baby f’you’re popping them pills every day? Hmm?” 

It takes the courage of thirty to say those words but he covers his nerves by kissing your cheek. 

“Can’t make a baby if you’ve got those pills,” he reasons. “So you can’t have those pills f’you want a baby.”

“Do you?” Your question is fragile and the thirty whose courage he had stolen have fled and taken some of his own strength with him. All he can do is nod against your neck, shy suddenly. 

“Please…” he murmurs, breath hot on your skin. “I want a baby, love… can we have one?”

You think you can detect his words trembling with something just shy of fear, but when you lace your fingers with his, abandoning the package you’d been seeking, he has his answer. 

“We could practice,” you whisper like it’s a secret. 

“We could, yeah.”

You don’t –  not yet – but by whatever good fortune you’ve been graced with… it turns out you don’t need much practice at all in the end. 

Klaus M. – Long Time No See

Words count: 1960? maybe less maybe more 

Warning: None


Requested by @mikki-hear

Hello! I love your Klaus one shots and was wondering if you would take my request? The reader was once married to Klaus but she fakes her death and leaves the Mikaelson’s when she finds out that Dahlia is comming after her child. Centuries later she runs into them in New Orleans. She also only refers to him as “Nik”.

then I asked

Hey, I have a question. In your request. When the reader leaves does she take their daughter with her or no?

Then she/he said

She takes her daughter with her and makes sure that she has a normal human life (as normal as having an immortal non-aging mother could be) so when she returns centuries later the daughter has long since died.

And then I felt as i was stupid for some reason.

You’re a vampire, have been one for a long time. You’ve met Niklaus long before you turned, you met him when you were in high school. A few years of dating and being love, he proposed. You weren’t a vampire then and he didn’t want to turn you into one, unless he desperately needed to. And you never had to turn, even if you were surrounded by the supernatural. He was always there to protect you, not long after you got married, you got pregnant. Klaus having broken the curse was able to procreate and you being a human also meant that you could procreate. It came as surprise to both of you, but you were beyond happy. You were having a child with the man you love, what more could you need?

You gave birth to a beautiful daughter, after you gave birth Niklaus changed you. You became a vampire. A happy one. Your daughter was a beautiful mix of both Klaus and yourself. She was the jewel of the family. Everyone loved and adored her.

But as always being a Mikaelson meant not everything lasts forever. Happiness is included. A few months after you gave birth to your daughter, (y/d/n). Dahlia came into the equation threatening the lives of everyone and threatening to take your daughter from you. You knew that there was no way Klaus would be able to protect the both of you, so you did the only thing you knew you could do. That is to fake your death. You faked your and your daughter’s death and fled the city, leaving no trace of you or her being alive. Your daughter grew as a normal girl, well as normal as having an immortal mother that is. She understood what you were and as she had more wolf and human in her than a vampire, she grew and never stopped growing and eventually she dies. You mourned her for a long time, but never once did you return to your husband and his family.

A few centuries later, you found yourself wondering around New Orleans. You heard about a part in the French Quarter you and one of our friends were going to. It was close to seven when you arrived at a house called the Abattoir.

“This place is amazing.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Maybe you can find someone tonight.”

“(Y/F/N) you know I don’t want to be in a relationship.” You sighed, even though she knows about you and Klaus, she still insists that you should move on and fined another guy.

“(Y/n) you have to move on, I mean what are the chances of you two meeting again?” You just shook your head and mumbled ‘I’m going to the bar.’ Before you left her. You easily found the makeshift bar, and ordered a martini (A/N I’m almost 18 I’ve never drank alcohol before so I don’t know if it’s good.). You leaned on the bar as you waited for your drink.

“What is a lovely girl as yourself doing here all alone, love?” You heard a familiar voice say from behind you, it sent shivers down your spine, if he was here that means… you shook your head, and decided to just ignore him. “Oh playing hard to get are we?” you moved your hair so it was covering your face. But unintentionally you showed him your left hand, where your wedding ring still sits. “Where did you get that?” 

Kol said harshly as he took your hand and pulled you so you were facing him, his eyes went wide his mouth dropped. You looked at him scared and nervous. Kol looked around for a second, before he vamp speed you both into an abandoned room.

Kol stated pacing back and force, you fidget with your hands not knowing what to say.

“Kol.” You said with a shaky voice. Kol stopped pacing and looked at you, he looked betrayed. If he looked like that you couldn’t even begin to think what Klaus would look like.

“How? How are you alive?” He asked you frowning. “We all saw your body and-and (Y/D/N)’s as well.”

“I faked it.” You whispered knowing that he heard you clearly with his vampire hearing.

“You faked it?” He laughed dryly. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because it was the only way to give (y/d/n) her best chance.” You said tearing up. “Dahlia was planning on taking her and killing everyone to do so, I couldn’t make my daughter live a life where she is enslaved.”

“We could’ve stopped her.” Kol said calmly.

“And then what? This family has more enemies than anyone else on this planet.”

“Klaus will be mad when he finds out.”

“Is-is he here?” You said stuttering a bit and once again playing with your hands.

“Yes, he is.” Kol said kindly once he saw how scared you were. “He’ll be mad for a while but he’ll get over it, he loves you too much to be mad at you for long.”

“Kol, what are you-“ You both turned to the door way to see Rebekah who was just as shocked to see you as Kol. “Oh god (y/n)?”

You gave her a small smile and a nod, in a second she was hugging you tightly.

“I- we thought you were dead.” She said still hugging you.

“I-I faked it.” And you told her what you told Kol.

“I have an idea.” She said and disappeared from the room. A few minutes later the music outside died down and you hear Rebekah say. “I’m so sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave, we have a family emergency that need our attention immediately. So if you could all kindly leave, that would be great.”

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming, in under fifteen minutes the place was empty, only the Mikaelson and yourself still in the house, you quickly texted your friend and told her to leave, and that you were fine.

“Rebekah, mind tell me what the ‘family emergency’ is?” Your heart beat became frantic when you heard his voice. Kol laid a hand on your shoulder in comfort.

“Just stay calm no matter what.” Rebekah said her voice near the door you and Kol stood behind.

“Just tell us Rebekah.” Klaus said meaning himself and an equally confused Elijah, Freya and Finn. Rebekah hesitated before she opened the door. Kol was standing in front of you he was hiding you, only the side of your dress was showing. “Who is this?” Klaus demanded.

Kol stepped aside, and you were met with Niklaus in a tux looked at you with his wide blue eyes.

“Hello Nik.” You said softly. In a second you were harshly pressed to the wall, with his hands on your neck.

“Who are you? And how can you possess her body?” Nik asked you through his teeth, you choked as you tried to push him off you, but you didn’t need to as Elijah pushed him off you.

“Calm down, Niklaus.” Elijah said as he helped you up. “We wouldn’t find anything out by you choking her.”

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND LOOK LIKE HER?” Nik shouted hurt and pissed at you.

“It is really me.” You said tears gathering in your eyes.

“NO! She dies, she died and so did our child.” Nik said walking towards you before being stopped by Kol.

“Nik just listen to her.” Rebekah said as she stood by your way.

“Sorry, who are you all talking about?” Freya asked confused.

“My wife (y/n).” Klaus said his voice broken and full of sadness.

“Nik you have to listen, please.” You said practically begging. “It really is me, I swear to you.” When he didn’t say anything you took that as your cue to continue. “When Dahlia threatened us and threatened (Y/D/N) I knew that she wasn’t safe, especially not after she killed all of those people and vampires and even witches. She wasn’t safe. Dahlia wasn’t baking down so I faked our death and ran as far as I could.”

“You took her from me, you took MY DAUGHTER FROM ME!” He shouted making you flinch as for the tears to run wild.

“I had to, it was the only way she would’ve been safe.” You said trying not so sob.

“We could’ve defeated her, we’ve always killed anyone who stood in our way.” He said moving his hand around gesturing to his sibling that were standing around us ready to stop any physical fight from breaking.

“And happens after that? We live a happy ever after?” You asked him getting mad at him for not understanding. “Nik, you and everyone here have a long, long list of enemies that isn’t getting shorter by time, I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I condemned an innocent child to this life. I could take it, but she couldn’t.”

“Where is she?” Nik asked the question that you were waiting for yet dreading. You didn’t know what to say, everyone here wanted the answer to that question yet you didn’t know what to say.

“She live a long happy life, she got married but had no kids, she became an alpha of her own pack and-and she died at the age of-of hundred and twenty seven (A/N she lived this long because she still had vampire blood in her system).” You sobbed, Rebekah gasped and covered her mouth, and the room was silent except your sobs. Rebekah made a move to hug you, but Nik grabbed you and vamp speed out of the room, out of the house and out of the city. You were all alone in a clearing in the woods. You didn’t know why he got you here, maybe to kill you, you didn’t know. But you really didn’t care. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I no longer wish to live. It has been hard for me since the moment I left you and after (Y/D/N)’s death I only wished for death.”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Nik said shakily, moved your head so you were looking at him, you saw tears running down his face. He was heartbroken and you felt as if everything was your fault.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” You sobbed and Nik pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

“Was she happy?” Nik asked you and you nodded.

“She was.” Nik moved his head on top of yours, you were pressed against him. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

“Nik, I really am sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” You said as silent tears ran down your face. “She love you, you know?”

“She did?” Nik asked his hands tightening around you.

“Yeah, I told her all about you, showed her a few of your paintings and she really did love you.” You said and wiped your tears away. You looked up at Nik who was still crying silently. You moved your hands to his face, swiping the tears off his cheek as his blue eyes stared at you. His eyes were like home, they were familiar something you can always look at and feel loved. “I love you so much Niklaus.”

“And I love you too.” Nik said and he pulled you back into a hug, and vamp speed back to the Abattoir, where everyone was waiting, when they saw you alive and well they all relaxed. Everyone decided to call it a night and talk about everything the day after. When emotions are calm and mind clear and ready. And after that everyone went to their room including you. You were obviously sharing with Nik. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight after spending so many years apart.

Turning Page - Morgan Rielly

morgan is much more of a romantic than you thought

for anon

soundtrack: turning page instrumental by sleeping at last

lowercase intended

word count: 1814

warnings: hold onto your hats yall this one is cute 

Originally posted by vanzish

you yawned and stretched out, searching for morgan in your bed. he was always there when you woke up, so it was unusual that you couldn’t find him now. to be completely sure that your boyfriend of six years really wasn’t there, you rolled onto his side of the bed.

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thewittyphantom  asked:

You said once that Capsule Monsters has you favorite scene in all of Yu-Gi-Oh. What is it? =3

Heh, that would be the ever glorious and amazing dragon-flipping scene. :D

I mean seriously, just look at him go! I could just watch that for hours and never get tired of it. The only thing that could actually have made it even better is if Kaiba could have been there to see that. XD

Men’s Grooming

‘All it comes down to is this: I feel like shit but look great.’ Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho.

Us men have recently cottoned on to something that women have known for centuries: when you feel rough inside, the best place to start is on
the outside. In other words, ‘Fake it ’til you make it.’ As Oscar Wilde pointed out, it’s only shallow people who don’t judge by appearances. And when you look good, the world is more receptive.

The way men look after their appearance has undergone a revolution in the last twenty years. Where once a moisturiser might have been considered outré, it now seems to be the bedrock of every man’s grooming regime. It’s easy to fall prey to anxiety and insecurity on these fronts, especially in the face of advertisements and Photoshopped media icons.

So yes, it helps enormously to enjoy your grooming routine; but our long term aim is to use the confidence that comes with looking good to feel completely at home in our own skin.


Good grooming is like a magic trick: people should be impressed by the results, but in the dark about how you achieved them. Overdo the fragrance, teeth whitening or eyebrow taming and you just show the world your sleight of hand.


Many cultures (from the ancient Greeks and Jews to the modern Japanese and Scandinavians) practise bathing as a ritual. Hot water is relaxing, yet invigorating like little else – that’s why some of our best thoughts can come to us in the shower. But take the time out from here on in to really ‘be’ in the shower, to quell the monkey mind and to really feel the water on your skin and the scent of the products you use. It’s not just the female of the species that’s worth it.

RULE 3: 

Whether it’s your face or armpits, chest or legs, or even your manly bits, understanding how to shave correctly can have a massive impact on the final result. Below I have put together a comprehensive guide on what is needed for the perfect shave as well as the steps you need to follow.


If there is one thing you should take from this post it’s that the success or failure of a shave rests solely on the temperature of the water used during the shave. For me, the litmus test is simple; if you can dunk a facecloth into the water and hold it for any longer than a couple of seconds the water is not hot enough.

Really hot water is vitally important for two reasons.

It clears the gunk from around the follicles of the hair.
The hair will expand and take on more water allowing the blade to cut it easier.


The expectation here may be for me to say that you should be using a Straight or Safety razor. As someone who has used both for years at a time I can confirm that the best shave you will ever get is with a Straight razor, followed closely by a Safety razor…

However, both of the above suffer three massive problems when it comes to everyday use:

There is a learning curve required for use. Until you are comfortable with either you will look like you have shaved using a broken bottle.
Both types of razor require proper regular maintenance, which, if not done, will degrade the quality of the shave to the point that disposables start to look appealing.
The speed at which one can shave with either a Straight or Safety razor will never be as quick as with a Cartridge based one.
Because of the above it’s simply not practical to recommend either for everyday shaving. This leaves us with Disposables and Cartridges… and NOBODY should ever use a disposable…. EVER.


Personally, I like to use a Gillette Fusion handle with either Mach3 or ProGlide blades. The most important thing to look for in a razor is it’s weight. Buzzing razor’s or ‘3 in 1’ specialty razors may look cool but they tend to feel floaty and clumsy when using. Do not underestimate how important this is.
A top tip of mine is to purchase a battery powered buzzing Mach3 or Fusion handle, place the battery in it… and never turn it on. The extra weight really improves the movement of the razor and they usually cost no more than a plain handle.
To understand how important weight is to a razor you only need look up “Luxury Mach3 Handles” after your stomach has settled seeing some of the prices you may begin to realise they have all one thing in common, big, weighty, bases.


I wanted to talk quickly about cartridges themselves. Where possible, purchase cartridges that have a SMALLER amount of blades in the head. The reality is, you really only need one blade, all the others are there to speed up shaving, but at a cost of causing irritation. When possible I use Mach3 (3 blades) cartridges and only use Fusion / ProGlide (5 blades) when I can’t find the others.


Shaving Foams, Gels, Soaps, and Creams have two primary purposes:

Create a barrier for the blade to run on so as to reduce the irritation of dragging a piece of metal across your skin.
Lift the hair and stop it from falling so that when the razor passes over the hair it cuts it with minimal force.
How this is achieved is via lather, the process of whipping product up into a frothy, aerated mixture. Taking a shaving product and applying it directly to your face without first lathering will actually cause you more issues than not using product at all.


If you shave by applying shaving foam, gel, or soap to your skin you are heading for a one way ticket to a bad shave. As discussed above, the purpose of shaving product is to get under the hair and stop it falling down; the exact opposite of what applying product via your fingers do.

A shaving brush works by infusing product with water and catching the lather within its bristles. As you apply this lather to the applicable area the bristles move the hairs around and allow the product to get underneath them.

Apply your shaving product with a proper brush, regardless of the area of the body you are shaving. A good quality brush will set you back about €35/50. The best sort of brush to use is badger hair based. Synthetic or non badger hair will not take on water effectively thus negating the original point of the brush; to infuse product with water.


Now that you have all the information needed, lets look at how a shave should go. Note that I do not specifically reference the face. Shaving any part of the body needs the same attention and some more so.

Women especially, who have been playing second fiddle to men in terms of products marketed at them tend to shave much larger areas than men, and as such should really consider dumping disposables or whatever soap strip Venus “wunderblade” is flavour of the month for a more traditional shaving routine.


Preparation is everything in a shave. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail, as they say. The very first thing you should do before shaving is thoroughly clean so it’s free from grease and dirt. Not pre-cleaning means your razor will get gunked up; ruining any semblance of a decent shave.

Once clean, bin the water you used and half fill the sink with extremely hot, clean, water. Now is a good time to dump your shaving brush into the water. After this, take a face or muslin cloth, soak and wring it out. The cloth should be hot enough that you can just barely hold it comfortably. Rest the cloth on the area for a couple of seconds, until it cools down; repeat 4 more times, for a total of 5.

Finally, apply a pea sized amount of your favourite shaving product to your hand or a wide cup. Take your brush, shake any excess water from it and swirl the product gently in your hand until it creates a nice lather. The brush is now ‘primed’ and ready to use, any excess product in your hand or cup can be washed off in the sink. The brush will have more than enough product infused in its bristles for multiple passes.


Shaving correctly is a multi stage process with each stage known as a pass. How many passes you need to do depend on the area and hair thickness. The key point to remember is to always lather between each pass.

To start, lather the area you wish to shave, to do this take your primed brush and swirl it in small circles over the area, you are looking for good, non excessive, coverage.

Some people say you should never shave against the grain, personally I don’t think this makes much of a difference. The real key here is to never pass the razor over the same area in the same pass. This takes a lot of getting used to but is VITALLY important. Because we are doing multiple passes there is no need to worry about missed sections of hair.

Using your razor apply reasonable but not excessive pressure and shave up or down, depending on your preference, in one stroke. When you complete a stroke, clean the blade in the water, shake the excess, and move to the next area, regardless of whether there is hair left or not in the place you just shaved. It is really important to shake the excess water from the blade per stroke, if you don’t the water acts as a barrier to the blade, essentially dulling its ability, meaning more strokes and passes.

When you have shaved all areas in this pass, clean the excess product from your face, apply product and go again. On average I require 3 passes but you should do as many as necessary.


Your skin after a shave tends to be raw. Remember, you just ran a blade over it multiple times. Now is not the best time to apply anything with alcohol in it. For now the best thing for your skin is a non alcoholic moisturiser or shaving balm (which is essentially a liquid moisturiser). If possible, leave as much time as you can between shaving and applying any harsh products like aftershave or perfume.

The List

When Killian comes across a list that Emma made when she was a teenager things get awkward but then soon take a sexy turn!

Read more of my work on ao3 and FF!

Sorry that it took me so long to write this! I’ve had the craziest past two weeks. I struggle with chronic pain and it’s been on bitch of a week so focusing enough to write has been a struggle. I hope to have another story or update done this week! Let me know if you want me to continue with this story. I think it could be kind of fun to write another chapter! There sure is a lot of possibilities! This idea just kind of came to me. And I mean we all have a list… No? Just me? Okay… heheheh I hope you enjoy!

Chapter two!

Rated M

“I think this is the last of it. Is this really all you own?” Killian questioned with a rather large box in hand, kicking the door shut with his foot before swaggering back to Emma. He set it down on the dining room table amongst the other boxes while she smiled endearingly up at him from the floor where she was sorting some old childhood photos and knick knacks.

“Yup, this is it. Seven boxes is the rest of my life. It’s mostly clothes anyways,” The blonde explained, ripping the tape off another package. Emma had just gotten the rest of her belongings out of storage from when she lived in New York from the missing year. She had meant to do it a lot sooner, but between her family, being sheriff again, and the newest threat the Snow Queen, getting her old sweaters and silverware were the least of her worries. She thought she would have to drive back into the city to get her possessions but she was able to get her old neighbor to mail them to her instead, making her life a lot easier. Killian had generously offered to help her unpack and sort her things allowing them to spend some much needed quality time together.

They had been officially dating for just a few weeks and things were surprisingly going very well. He had broke down her walls and proved to her and her family that he was worthy of their trust. Even her father had taken a shine to her new boyfriend. Emma was pulled from her train of thought when her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the kitchen table before picking it up.

“Sheriff Swan,” She answered officially. “Oh, that was fast. Thanks I’ll be there in two minutes,” Emma responded with a delighted smile upon her face.

“Who was that, love?” Killian asked as he tore open another box with his hook. He really did look for any excuse to use that thing.

“It was Granny. Our food is ready to be picked up. I’ll be right back,” She told slinging her purse around her shoulder before heading for the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want be to come with you?” He replied walking towards her.

“No it’s okay. I’ll just be gone a second,” Emma smiled with a sarcastic twinkle in her eye. Leaning in she placed a chaste kiss to his lips before making her way back to the door.

“I’ll miss you,” Killian voiced, calling to his Swan. She flashed him a saucy grin, rolling her eyes at him.

“I’ll miss you, too,” Emma laughed, closing the loft door with a soft thud. Once his girlfriend had left he went back to his task of opening boxes and sorting their contents. He lifted a particularly heavy one onto the table, tearing the flaps open. The package was filled with a variety of books and what appeared to be journals.

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A Return to Love: The Rebirth of BatCat.

It all started off in the most inauspicious way:

This final cell at the end of Batman # 9 marked the introduction of Catwoman to Rebirth. To say it was controversial would be the understatement of the year. However, little did we all know that this was the beginning of something major for the Bat and Cat relationship.

From the get go, it was clear that this version of BatCat was not the one we saw in New 52. There was something more, deeper, like there was prior to Final Crisis:

No matter what she said, Batman refused to believe she murdered all those people. He would do whatever it took to prove Catwoman was innocent. Whenever they spoke, it was clear that the feelings for each other were still there.

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