[ From here And lol correcting the mistake of that action bit that ended up as a text.]
Shockingly, I am not bitter about it. He and I are still good friends; we just do not talk about her if it can be helped. That seems strange; you've always seemed quite nice in correspondance.
[ Yeah, he's not met Dick in person. Still, Michael is an expert in his field. Who doesn't like keeping a non-Arkham resident scientist on their text chains or emails? ]
Is it sad to admit I have tried that, and the jokes are still made to this day? At least I am in good company.
And as for the claw bit, my voice-to-text picked up one of the others who was making fun of me using voice-to-text. Sadly, I know how those women live, as I must live it.
[ A picture follows of those almost two-inch razor-sharp claws, which are painted black today as he often does.]
Sorry for being so slow. Life is being life and throwing new curveballs. Yay. We're living it. <3
At least you're still close. I'd have to say my closest friend is Donna Troy, but she's out of the 'business' if you know what I mean, and moved away. It's harder to keep in touch, but I've known her since I was young, and she probably knows me best. If I ever needed her, she'd be there and I for her.
You're in fabulous company; we are certainly delightful to make fun of and to laugh it off. At least I'm somewhat known for my bad jokes?
I didn't even think about voice-to-text, even though I use it all the time. It is always misquoting me. I know I have to be careful when I use it. I've ended up asking a friend to enjoy relations with me once, and it ended in an awkward conversation, to be sure.
I wish you the best with those claws. Hopefully, your girlfriends know what fun they can have with those in all the best settings.
[Okay, so they're slightly sharper than Dick was imagining. He does enjoy pain play, but has never had anyone to talk to about it. There's always been something fascinating about it, and the thought of how adding that to erotica makes one feel alive. Perhaps because he's been through the Lazarus pit, or because he is constantly being sliced, diced and beat up through his work. It slants his world...slightly, or not so. ]
Someone who actually left but didn't die? Shocking in this line of 'work.' Those are the best kind of friends. Emil was like that, and I miss him desperately every day. If only I could unwrite time and keep his death from happening, I would.
I have always found your humor to be delightful, my friend. Still, you are fantastic company to keep.
It is far too useful even when it sometimes goes astray. Oh my, that had to be awkward. Well, you can't leave me hanging. What happened last time?
Funny, very funny. There are reasons I have been single for these few years since Martine and I ended our engagement. There have been two failures since; the fingernails were not an issue for them. It is embarrassing to say, but one taped oven mitts to my hands; the other was oddly into it. Which I am certain may be too much information from me. It is the scientist part of my brain.
[ Somebody is okay getting handcuffed to the headboard to protect those he takes to bed from his nails. Susanna had been a vampiric witch, but he hadn't known it at the time. But she was into some crazy things, and he was a moron entranced by a pretty face paying him attention.]
Well, she died... but came back from the dead. I guess there was a train that took everyone to the afterlife, and she jumped off it. What do you expect from someone raised by Wonder Woman? A little death never stopped her. Well, it did in a way. After that, she lost her zeal for being anything other than a photographer.
I am so sorry that you lost your friend. Death is an evil beast that I've had to deal with many times.
You flatter me far too much, thank you. I find your company equally as enjoyable, and you make me smile and laugh when I start to take myself too seriously.
Oven mitts? Dear god man, I'd have kicked her out right away. That's low. I mean, there are other things to do. Plastic tips come to mind. I don't mean to make any rude comparison, but they do make them for cats of all kinds to keep from getting hurt. It would do wonders, and NOT demasulate you in the process.
Why would being into it do odd things to the scientist part of your brain? Does it not understand kinks, or enjoying different things in the bedroom?
Ahh, well, I can't judge that; I die a lot. Though I can see where being raised by Wonder Woman would affect that. The death might have made her reevaluate her choices.
He was the first victim to my thirst when the change happened. Death would have hurt anyway, but knowing I killed him? I will never fully recover from that. We did the experiment to save my life; had I known the cost, it never would have happened.
[ Granted, even for the people he killed before Ghost Rider stepped in and helped him find control and a threat of death. The number of people his cures and science have saved? Vastly outnumbers the deaths. He will never feel the scales are in his favor, but he's cured multiple rare blood disorders, just not the one that was killing him. ]
I simply speak as I see it, my friend. Thank you; it has been some time since someone has said something so kind about me. I am pleased to be of any help.
I will confess, I considered leaving, but I didn't. I am only human, well, a living vampire, but still mostly human. I had not considered plastic tips; I wonder if that would even work. I don't mind, trust me; nothing you think can be is worse than the things I have thought myself.
I meant the sharing of too much information is the scientific mind, not the rest. I quite understand kinks; I was Catholic. How could I not?
Ah, I didn't realize that was part of what you go through. I hope they aren't painful deaths? I recall mine was not pleasant in any way. I think that her death and all that came after made her realize that the constant cycles we live in don't stop. She didn't want to do it any longer. I sympathize, but it is not the choice I make. I did think about it once, but I know that this is my calling.
My heart hurts for you. It is never easy knowing that the death of anyone is on your hands. I've never directly killed, but there is still blood on my hands. I have not acted, or acted when I shouldn't have, and deaths have occurred as a result. It's hard to find a balance after.
You help so many, my friend. I only know bits and pieces of the work you do, honestly. However, I am learning, and I do appreciate you.
They would have to be specially made. I know that Wayne Enterprises makes incredible things with technology. I mean the little gadgets I have, and the things for my suit. I'm certain they could come up with a tip that should work for you when you wish to use it. It would take some trial and error, I imagine, but I know it should be conceivable.
I have never been Catholic, but while I appreciate a scientific mind, mine is not quite honed to understand all that much science. Sadly. I do like information, and I don't consider anything too personal if it is between two consenting, curious adults. If that means much.
Sadly so, part of being a living vampire is being basically immortal. If I do somehow die and my heart stops for more than a few minutes and doesn't start back up, I would likely become a real vampire. Oh, I feel it every time, but it doesn't hurt like you would expect. This is likely also due to my nature. Still, nothing quite like a shotgun blast point-blank to the chest. Fun times. At least she was able to step away, but you chose to stay? Why?
I had to admit it, but I have a lot of blood on my hands, my friend. It took a long time to get to the level of control I have now. And a literal threat from the spirit of vengeance. Now I only feed on the wicked and evil. I hope you never have to know the pain of taking a life. Even if you do have some blood on your hands.
It helps me sleep, and I cannot turn off the way I think. I seek cures to fix myself back to the man I was. Even if they don't always work for me, they almost always help someone else. I am happy to be able to help people when I can.
Oh, no, I could not even begin to deal with the embarrassment of that. I would take the oven mitts again before asking other scientists to help create caps to make my nails safe for any possible lover. I did swear off romance as it was.
My mother and grandfather were very devout, so church was one of the only times I could leave the house as a child. I almost went to the priesthood before I realized how good I was at science. It means a lot, and sounds like we could talk about much without embaressment.
[ He was a Greek Catholic; he may not have ever been repressed, but he does get embarrassed about strangers asking too much. Yet, let someone walk by naked? Or make out with someone near him. Michael would not even blink. ]
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Shockingly, I am not bitter about it. He and I are still good friends; we just do not talk about her if it can be helped. That seems strange; you've always seemed quite nice in correspondance.
[ Yeah, he's not met Dick in person. Still, Michael is an expert in his field. Who doesn't like keeping a non-Arkham resident scientist on their text chains or emails? ]
Is it sad to admit I have tried that, and the jokes are still made to this day? At least I am in good company.
And as for the claw bit, my voice-to-text picked up one of the others who was making fun of me using voice-to-text. Sadly, I know how those women live, as I must live it.
[ A picture follows of those almost two-inch razor-sharp claws, which are painted black today as he often does.]
Sorry for being so slow. Life is being life and throwing new curveballs. Yay. We're living it. <3
You're in fabulous company; we are certainly delightful to make fun of and to laugh it off. At least I'm somewhat known for my bad jokes?
I didn't even think about voice-to-text, even though I use it all the time. It is always misquoting me. I know I have to be careful when I use it. I've ended up asking a friend to enjoy relations with me once, and it ended in an awkward conversation, to be sure.
I wish you the best with those claws. Hopefully, your girlfriends know what fun they can have with those in all the best settings.
[Okay, so they're slightly sharper than Dick was imagining. He does enjoy pain play, but has never had anyone to talk to about it. There's always been something fascinating about it, and the thought of how adding that to erotica makes one feel alive. Perhaps because he's been through the Lazarus pit, or because he is constantly being sliced, diced and beat up through his work. It slants his world...slightly, or not so. ]
Never a worry at all, I absolutely understand!
I have always found your humor to be delightful, my friend. Still, you are fantastic company to keep.
It is far too useful even when it sometimes goes astray. Oh my, that had to be awkward. Well, you can't leave me hanging. What happened last time?
Funny, very funny. There are reasons I have been single for these few years since Martine and I ended our engagement. There have been two failures since; the fingernails were not an issue for them. It is embarrassing to say, but one taped oven mitts to my hands; the other was oddly into it. Which I am certain may be too much information from me. It is the scientist part of my brain.
[ Somebody is okay getting handcuffed to the headboard to protect those he takes to bed from his nails. Susanna had been a vampiric witch, but he hadn't known it at the time. But she was into some crazy things, and he was a moron entranced by a pretty face paying him attention.]
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I am so sorry that you lost your friend. Death is an evil beast that I've had to deal with many times.
You flatter me far too much, thank you. I find your company equally as enjoyable, and you make me smile and laugh when I start to take myself too seriously.
Oven mitts? Dear god man, I'd have kicked her out right away. That's low. I mean, there are other things to do. Plastic tips come to mind. I don't mean to make any rude comparison, but they do make them for cats of all kinds to keep from getting hurt. It would do wonders, and NOT demasulate you in the process.
Why would being into it do odd things to the scientist part of your brain? Does it not understand kinks, or enjoying different things in the bedroom?
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He was the first victim to my thirst when the change happened. Death would have hurt anyway, but knowing I killed him? I will never fully recover from that. We did the experiment to save my life; had I known the cost, it never would have happened.
[ Granted, even for the people he killed before Ghost Rider stepped in and helped him find control and a threat of death. The number of people his cures and science have saved? Vastly outnumbers the deaths. He will never feel the scales are in his favor, but he's cured multiple rare blood disorders, just not the one that was killing him. ]
I simply speak as I see it, my friend. Thank you; it has been some time since someone has said something so kind about me. I am pleased to be of any help.
I will confess, I considered leaving, but I didn't. I am only human, well, a living vampire, but still mostly human. I had not considered plastic tips; I wonder if that would even work. I don't mind, trust me; nothing you think can be is worse than the things I have thought myself.
I meant the sharing of too much information is the scientific mind, not the rest. I quite understand kinks; I was Catholic. How could I not?
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My heart hurts for you. It is never easy knowing that the death of anyone is on your hands. I've never directly killed, but there is still blood on my hands. I have not acted, or acted when I shouldn't have, and deaths have occurred as a result. It's hard to find a balance after.
You help so many, my friend. I only know bits and pieces of the work you do, honestly. However, I am learning, and I do appreciate you.
They would have to be specially made. I know that Wayne Enterprises makes incredible things with technology. I mean the little gadgets I have, and the things for my suit. I'm certain they could come up with a tip that should work for you when you wish to use it. It would take some trial and error, I imagine, but I know it should be conceivable.
I have never been Catholic, but while I appreciate a scientific mind, mine is not quite honed to understand all that much science. Sadly. I do like information, and I don't consider anything too personal if it is between two consenting, curious adults. If that means much.
The song is the one on his layout XD
I had to admit it, but I have a lot of blood on my hands, my friend. It took a long time to get to the level of control I have now. And a literal threat from the spirit of vengeance. Now I only feed on the wicked and evil. I hope you never have to know the pain of taking a life. Even if you do have some blood on your hands.
It helps me sleep, and I cannot turn off the way I think. I seek cures to fix myself back to the man I was. Even if they don't always work for me, they almost always help someone else. I am happy to be able to help people when I can.
Oh, no, I could not even begin to deal with the embarrassment of that. I would take the oven mitts again before asking other scientists to help create caps to make my nails safe for any possible lover. I did swear off romance as it was.
My mother and grandfather were very devout, so church was one of the only times I could leave the house as a child. I almost went to the priesthood before I realized how good I was at science. It means a lot, and sounds like we could talk about much without embaressment.
[ He was a Greek Catholic; he may not have ever been repressed, but he does get embarrassed about strangers asking too much. Yet, let someone walk by naked? Or make out with someone near him. Michael would not even blink. ]