Ask Miriam

This is a role play blog for Miriam of Batman the Animated Series. She is seen in the episode Baby Doll.)

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SPIT IT OUT!

hypoplasia-babydoll:

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"I killed your father."

Still not speaking, Mary followed after Miriam, in order to emphasize the fact that she was, in fact, not speaking. An indignant stare was all she offered in response to the other woman’s shrug.

Miriam paid the smaller woman little mind as she began to prepare dinner. She mostly just had to avoid tripping over her.

Spitefully, Mary stuck out her foot whenever possible, trying to get Miriam to trip up, but backed off straight afterwords, aware of the possibility of either a kick to the face or being fallen on.

Miriam did manage to trip a few times, but avoided flat out falling. “Jesus! You’re worse than a cat!”

September 12, 2014 @ 5:12 PM 18 notes

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Quickly adjusting to her new size and weight, Mary endured the kick, but just barely, instead being thrown to the side. Her fingernails clawed, scrabbling at the skin of Miriam’s neck in an attempt to continue her hold.

"Disgrace!" she declared, but her tone was overcome with desperation.

Miriam used the moment of weakness to reach up to Mary’s hands and yank in an attempt to get them off her.

"Has-been!"

The motion knocked her off balance again, and finally she slipped off of Miriam. Still she scrambled to grab the redhead before she could get away.

Mary didn’t bother with another retort, was too preoccupied to care.

Miriam was quick to ready another kick. She wasn’t going to let Mary take her down. How embarrassing would it be for an experienced black belt to lose to someone like her?

September 11, 2014 @ 3:59 AM 51 notes

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Jervis nodded in agreement. Moddy sang in-tune and did well with the pitch.

"Well don’t you all applaud at once." Mod huffed.

Miriam snickered. “Sorry. Just taken aback. You did quite well. Certainly better than I could do.”

"You’re a good singer Moddy."

"Agreed."

"Thank you~"

September 5, 2014 @ 4:32 PM 278 notes

askmiriamofgotham:

SPIT IT OUT!

hypoplasia-babydoll:

askmiriamofgotham:

hypoplasia-babydoll:

hypoplasia-babydoll:

"I killed your father."

Getting to her feet, the small woman muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘your head on a plate’, but otherwise refused to answer. The silent treatment it was, then. Childish, but hey, she thought bitterly, that was her whole shtick.

The silent treatment, huh? She shrugged, not being a stranger to it. Might as well not give her the satisfaction by addressing it.

"Chicken and broccoli it is~"

Still not speaking, Mary followed after Miriam, in order to emphasize the fact that she was, in fact, not speaking. An indignant stare was all she offered in response to the other woman’s shrug.

Miriam paid the smaller woman little mind as she began to prepare dinner. She mostly just had to avoid tripping over her.

September 5, 2014 @ 4:31 PM 18 notes

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"Would you mind singing us a tune?"

"Not at all~" He proceeded to clear his throat.

"Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)

Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

Well, work it on out, honey (Work it on out)
You know you look so good (Look so good)
You know you got me goin’, now (Got me goin’)
Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would)

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

You know you twist your little girl (Twist, little girl)
You know you twist so fine (Twist so fine)
Come on and twist a little closer, now (Twist a little closer)
And let me know that you’re mine (Let me know you’re mine)

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

You know you twist your little girl (Twist, little girl)
You know you twist so fine (Twist so fine)
Come on and twist a little closer, now (Twist a little closer)
And let me know that you’re mine (Let me know you’re mine)

Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)”
As he sung, Miriam gestured with her thumb to the phone and mouthed ‘He’s good.’
It was true that Mod was a good singer. He may not be professional good, but he was good.

Jervis nodded in agreement. Moddy sang in-tune and did well with the pitch.

"Well don’t you all applaud at once." Mod huffed.

Miriam snickered. “Sorry. Just taken aback. You did quite well. Certainly better than I could do.”

September 1, 2014 @ 5:09 PM 278 notes

Hangover

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"Now the question is, can you sing well?"

"Of course I can~"

"Would you mind singing us a tune?"

"Not at all~" He proceeded to clear his throat.

"Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)

Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

Well, work it on out, honey (Work it on out)
You know you look so good (Look so good)
You know you got me goin’, now (Got me goin’)
Just like I knew you would (Like I knew you would)

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

You know you twist your little girl (Twist, little girl)
You know you twist so fine (Twist so fine)
Come on and twist a little closer, now (Twist a little closer)
And let me know that you’re mine (Let me know you’re mine)

Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)

You know you twist your little girl (Twist, little girl)
You know you twist so fine (Twist so fine)
Come on and twist a little closer, now (Twist a little closer)
And let me know that you’re mine (Let me know you’re mine)

Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now (Shake it up baby)”
As he sung, Miriam gestured with her thumb to the phone and mouthed ‘He’s good.’
It was true that Mod was a good singer. He may not be professional good, but he was good.
September 1, 2014 @ 5:03 PM 278 notes

Hangover

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"It is…"

"I can sing in front of anyone and everyone~"

"Lucky you…"

"Now the question is, can you sing well?"

"Of course I can~"

August 31, 2014 @ 4:37 PM 278 notes

Stare

patronsaintoffear:

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"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Miriam chanted from atop the dumpster. The water was getting higher. She’d have to find higher ground. Jonathan seemed to be getting swallowed up by the water.

"Swim, you idiot!" She shouted. In her panicked state, she had forgotten that she should be willing to let people die, given she’s a bad guy now.

He sits up to look over at her, and then it hits him. He fiddles around, and pulls his mask back on. He has to be fast; the toxins are quickly working into his system. He grabs a vial from his belt, and gets a syringe out, nervously preparing an injection of antidote.

He only manages to calm down once he introduces the shot to his bloodstream. Damned close.

By this point, Jonathan was just a body sunk in the water. She looked about frantically, spotting a fire escape and jumping to it, clinging to it for dear life as she made her way up.

August 31, 2014 @ 1:29 AM 37 notes

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patronsaintoffear:

askmiriamofgotham:

Miriam managed to wrestle his mask off and began delivering punch after punch to his face. She was about to send another blow, fist in air, when she paused. She gasped.

Water had begun to pour out from the buildings around her and it was quickly flooding the place. At least, that’s what she was seeing.

She let go of Jonathan and scrambled up atop a dumpster, just trying to reach higher ground.

Crane lay on the ground, head spinning, and simply trying to recover. He had been pummeled many a time, but they never really stopped being effective or became less painful.

Eventually, he manages to sit up and hold his face. He could already feel the bruising… “This is why I don’t go out in public…” he grumbles to himself.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Miriam chanted from atop the dumpster. The water was getting higher. She’d have to find higher ground. Jonathan seemed to be getting swallowed up by the water.

"Swim, you idiot!" She shouted. In her panicked state, she had forgotten that she should be willing to let people die, given she’s a bad guy now.

August 31, 2014 @ 12:24 AM 37 notes

Stare

patronsaintoffear:

askmiriamofgotham:

Miriam used the opportunity to land atop him. She quickly tries to get the mask off, wanting to strike him in his stupid face. She had a tendency to do that…

No. No, no, no, no..!

Crane was quick to fight her off like a cornered animal. The mask would be the only thing keeping him from becoming a bumbling idiot, and the cops from returning him to Arkham! And he was not going back.

WhAt aRe yOuR FEaRs?" he asks, hoping the damned gas would be taking effect. "SPiDeRss? SnaKeS? DaRKneSs?" he begins spitting out quickly, trying to get her to think of her own fears, and get the process going more quickly.

Miriam managed to wrestle his mask off and began delivering punch after punch to his face. She was about to send another blow, fist in air, when she paused. She gasped.

Water had begun to pour out from the buildings around her and it was quickly flooding the place. At least, that’s what she was seeing.

She let go of Jonathan and scrambled up atop a dumpster, just trying to reach higher ground.

August 30, 2014 @ 11:49 PM 37 notes

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patronsaintoffear:

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Miriam wasn’t sure if she breathed any in, so she had to make this fast. Spotting Scarecrow, she got a running start and sent a flying kick right to the man’s stomach.

The wind is knocked right out of him, as well as his feet. He coughs violently, thankful that he had put his mask on already to keep him from gasping in the tainted air.

Miriam used the opportunity to land atop him. She quickly tries to get the mask off, wanting to strike him in his stupid face. She had a tendency to do that…

August 30, 2014 @ 11:34 PM 37 notes

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"When I was in choir I found that singing in a group helped… as long as you imagine that you’re singing alone in your bedroom.

"I can sing alone or in front of small children, but the fact I was singing in front of my bullies was rather unnerving."

"It is…"

"I can sing in front of anyone and everyone~"

"Lucky you…"

August 29, 2014 @ 10:53 PM 278 notes

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"Not everyone is as flashy and out going as you Moddy."

"Tell me about it." Miriam rubbed her temple. "I learned the hard way in my school choir that I had stage fright."

"When I was in choir I found that singing in a group helped… as long as you imagine that you’re singing alone in your bedroom.

"I can sing alone or in front of small children, but the fact I was singing in front of my bullies was rather unnerving."

August 29, 2014 @ 5:59 PM 278 notes

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"Is it true that he can make anyone sing with his own voice?" Jervis asked curiously.

"I can tell you from experience, yes. He used it on me to help with my stage fright."

Mod chuckled. "Stage fright. Pff."

"Not everyone is as flashy and out going as you Moddy."

"Tell me about it." Miriam rubbed her temple. "I learned the hard way in my school choir that I had stage fright."

August 29, 2014 @ 4:28 PM 278 notes

Send me a “≈” and my muse will react to yours shoving them into a body of water.

roleplaymayhem:

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Bonus points if it’s on purpose.

(via controlling-madness)

August 29, 2014 @ 4:27 PM 6,159 notes