Memes ;; Manhandling Sentence Starters - Tumblr Posts
☠ - slam my muse into a wall (daredevil, feel free to ignore)
The scuffle had been as violent as it had been abrupt, fists flying in the darkness as bullets and yells ricocheted off the walls. Roman cursed angrily as he strained his eyes to see where his gun had dropped amongst all the chaos, one of his idiot men having shot out the overhead lights when somebody quite literally dropped in on the group unannounced. "Down to three... what's wrong with you idiots..." He spat at a nearby body, ignoring the unconscious figure as instead his fingers reached towards a metallic glimmer he hoped was his missing firearm. This wasn’t his first rodeo dealing with a nuisance getting involved in his business. Roman had been through similar experiences before, it was only natural being a criminal in Gotham but few opponents he’d faced had been nearly as relentless or hard-hitting as whoever this fucker was. The ache in his hand was proof of that, a solid whack from the newcomer somehow forcing him to drop his weapon but Black Mask was nothing short of ferocious when it came to an all-out brawl. A third henchman dropped, and seizing the opportunity, Roman jumped up and rushed the figure. He fully intended on delivering a solid beatdown as payment for his hand, for the whole goddamn fucking mess he’d caused but underestimated just how well the newcomer could see in the gloom, able to tell he was coming even with his back turned. The world span as criminal and stranger struggled, ending with Roman’s back slamming solidly against the wall. He breathed heavily, both from the exertion of the struggle and having the wind knocked out of his lungs as he finally stared at the face of whoever this vigilante was.
“Just who the hell are you getting involved in my business? You ain’t no Bat...” Roman growled lowly, teeth bared in a blatant refusal to submit.
★ //tfw gunfire is an occupational hazard
★ - drag my muse by the arm
"Damnit, Li! I wasn’t done killing that moron just yet!” Roman snarled, though his combative tone was at odds with how little of a fight he was putting up against his assistant. Li no doubt had her hands full managing his dead weight regardless, her boss ignoring the crimson stain currently blooming across his white shirt as he paused to glare at the culprit responsible right before he was yanked out of the room. Turns out one of men wasn’t as loyal as he’d thought, instead being a plant sent by one of his rivals to infiltrate the group. He’d almost accomplished what he’d set out to do too, crisis adverted only by Li’s timely intervention when she’d noticed the stiffness in his would-be killer’s body language and again in pulling his ass out of the crossfire before a second bullet could be fired at him. The first had hit him squarely in the shoulder, missing his vitals by a good margin but damn if it didn’t ache like a bitch right now. ”Shit. The boys had better not rough him too badly, I wanna make sure I find out who sent that sorry ass to do me in...” Roman hissed as Li dragged him over to a nearby medical room, hand clamped over the bleeding hole in his shoulder as per her orders. Wasn’t good for morale seeing their boss pouring with blood, he’d thought, not for the first time grateful for her level-headed mind and ability to stay calm even in situations like this. He bit down on his cigar as he shucked off his shirt, allowing Li to staunch the wound. The guy who did this was going to be a very, very dead man, he was going to make sure of it but first he had to let Li make sure he didn’t end up dead right alongside him.
⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ( from jason )
Oh, he’s pissed. The snarl of rage ripped from his jaws not only sounded like it came from a wild animal but looked the part as well, white teeth flashing in the feral mask of fury that consists of Roman’s face as he brutally grappled with his opponent. A button pops off his shirt as strong fingers grab and push him bodily backwards but Roman was having none of it, hooking his fingers into Red Hood’s collar and pulling him along for the ride. "Look at you! Tarted up like some gladiator biker!” Roman spat. The taste of copper upon his tongue is metallic and cloying, only serving to bolster his madness as frenzied fists and fouler words are exchanged. “Covered in body armor!” Red Hood was good despite the few inches of difference in height between them, the younger male evidently being a solid mass of muscle even beneath his protective clothing. Roman was hardly deterred, making sure to grab, grapple and punch anywhere and everywhere beneath the hard, metallic plating of that mocking helmet. “You see what I’m wearing, boy!? Do you feel what you’re hitting when you nail me?! Skin!“ Roman jeered as another button flies off, revealing nothing but flesh and blood beneath his ruined business shirt. His favourite shirt no less. He was gonna have to teach the boy a lesson for that one...
“And Daddy’s not afraid of losing some!”
♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch (perhaps Corinthian's shades uwu)
Dark eyes smoulder in the fluorescent lighting of the bar, watching the other man with a keenness that’s borderline predatory. Try as he might, Roman couldn’t take his gaze off the stranger sitting nearby. He’d caught his attention in a way very few men had, albeit for more reasons than simply looking attractive. For example, who the fuck wore sunglasses indoors? Especially this time of night. He certainly didn’t seem blind; the way the blond was drinking on his own suggested he could see perfectly well but Roman wasn’t entirely convinced, watching him a little longer than was necessary. Another beverage, this time ordered and paid for by Roman himself is accepted by the stranger with reflexes as good as the first, catching it in his hands as it slides over with an arched brow before acknowledging the man who’d paid for his drink with an appreciative toast. Roman smirked. Talk about a new spin on tall, dark and handsome. One thing led to another as they struck up a conversation. Nobody bothered them; the people here partied hard and drank even harder, his fun new companion easily keeping up with the flow of information and strong shots, and yet... Roman found he still couldn’t pull his gaze away from the other’s own, eyes fixated on the possibility of what lay hidden behind those concealing lenses. His curiosity won out, wandering hand emboldened by one or two drinks of his own as Roman reached over to slide those glasses off. A cautionary slap diverted his fingers from their goal however, forcing him to pull back with a suitably chastised smirk. “Tch. Figured you weren’t blind.”