𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠

𝙰𝚗 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 . 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝙳𝚎𝚜& 𝙻𝚒𝚝* 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢. 𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝? 𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝑅𝑃

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And if one weren’t to enjoy the things they have?

don’t get her started.

bruce wayne around? catch her hiding.

she’s just going to stare at the reader.

if only she weren’t tired.

she sat herself upon the couch as soon as he did, her hands resting on her lap. “every time I’m put on an undercover mission .. i keep thinking about the time i was shot because i couldn’t keep my damn mouth shut about the arms dealer .. I can’t do those missions.”

“No need to thank me and please get better—“ Blair heard her radio go off and it was another call for a bank robbery, causing her to jump up from her seat. “The nurses station has my number— call me later on.” Off she went, bolting out to her car.

the reader has a choice of shooting her or listening to her beg.

she’s letting the reader clean up her eyebrow wound.

she felt bad for disturbing him. “alright.. I’ll come in.” she then stepped inside and waited by the others couch, her hands fidgeting with her jacket.

“will.. i don’t need you staying up just for my stupid issues—“ she frowns and stays there, not moving quite yet. “you need your sleep.”

she was too focused at the moment, but her hand gently dangled there to allow the dogs to touch her hand. “i wanted to see if we could talk, but i guess my timing isn’t the best.”