Famous socialite, owner of ACE chemicals, humanitarian, etc. What secrets could he possibly hold? Every socialite in Gotham has his secrets. Some invest in crime, some cheat, some kill, some do drops in back alleys; he can't be innocent. But would Bruce Wayne really associate with him if he weren't? I don't know, they seem kind of tense. Maybe there's more going on there.
// OOC: HI GUYS so Alex has recently lost Crane to whomever's killed him, and right now is looking for the killer. Unfortunately, this has gotten him so much civilian attention; even the Gotham Gazette covered it: "Alex Williams finally free from the clutches of his abuser." Now that he's an eligible bachelor, he has to ward off commiserations and the gold diggers of Gotham, while keeping his identity as Crime Boss and Batman's informant quiet, the ruthless Arsenic and the mysterious Magpie can't be connected to him.
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For interaction, generally 16+ as i have irls and dont want to exclude.
Muse is 31, He/Her/Theirs and mun is legal, it/its.
Main is @soulllest-main .
(One for sorrow) - Plot> FAMILY MATTERS/CRIME BOARD
(Two for Mirth) - Any one of his ship interactions.
(Three for a Wedding) - Early Scarsenic mentions
(Four for a Birth) - his children
(Five for Silver) - Alex commits crime
(Six for Gold) - Magpie commits vigilantism
(Seven for a Secret never to be told) - reblogging headcanon
(Eight for a wish) - Magic Anons + ask games
(Nine for a kiss) - Heated interaction warning
(Ten; A bird you must not miss) - AU in the making
(Eleven for hope) -tbd
(Twelve for health) - Arkham Subplot
(Thirteen beware the devil himself) - Alex's Religion problem
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
She shakes her head, tucking her face into her sleeves. She just wants to go to bed. She doesn't wanna go home, Jon will yell at mama for being late, and its all her fault.
She leans into tim's shoulder as Alex drives, pretending its Alex. She doesn't want to think about why that's so comforting.
Tim just sets his hand around her back, settling for resting it on her arm.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
She shakes her head, tucking her face into her sleeves. She just wants to go to bed. She doesn't wanna go home, Jon will yell at mama for being late, and its all her fault.
She leans into tim's shoulder as Alex drives, pretending its Alex. She doesn't want to think about why that's so comforting.
Tim just sets his hand around her back, settling for resting it on her arm.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
She shakes her head, tucking her face into her sleeves. She just wants to go to bed. She doesn't wanna go home, Jon will yell at mama for being late, and its all her fault.
She leans into tim's shoulder as Alex drives, pretending its Alex. She doesn't want to think about why that's so comforting.
Tim just sets his hand around her back, settling for resting it on her arm.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
She shakes her head, tucking her face into her sleeves. She just wants to go to bed. She doesn't wanna go home, Jon will yell at mama for being late, and its all her fault.
She leans into tim's shoulder as Alex drives, pretending its Alex. She doesn't want to think about why that's so comforting.
Tim just sets his hand around her back, settling for resting it on her arm.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
She shakes her head, tucking her face into her sleeves. She just wants to go to bed. She doesn't wanna go home, Jon will yell at mama for being late, and its all her fault.
She leans into tim's shoulder as Alex drives, pretending its Alex. She doesn't want to think about why that's so comforting.
Tim just sets his hand around her back, settling for resting it on her arm.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
She shakes her head, tucking her face into her sleeves. She just wants to go to bed. She doesn't wanna go home, Jon will yell at mama for being late, and its all her fault.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Driving home, stressing. Late. She'll be late. She can't be late. What if she's late? Her phone pings. God. No, please— Tabitha. She's going to be late. Not going to leave Tabi on read.
She lied. Hang up. She can't be trusted. No one can be trusted. She left you. You were unable to protect yourself, and she left you. Jeremiah wouldn't. You know that.
I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll come get you, if you need it. I had to go to work, being late would cause problems and you were regressed, i think Tim said. ...
She was already turning onto the freeway. She could pick her up. She left her, she's responsible for picking her up. No one can stop her, and no one's there to stop her. He doesn't know when she's to get back. It's fine.
She's speeding, now, once again praying to god that the only people on patrol would see that and look the other way. Soon enough, she's at the gates of the manor, wiping ash off her legs, nearly running to the doors.
I hardly trust 'er wit anyone, you being an exception because I was in a pinch and yer capable.
She tries to reel herself back in , heading down the winding halls to the library. I don't wannae talk to im, that's yer job—... Hey, we don't have a choice right now. She could be getting hurt, and I can't find her. He needs to know not to interact with her without me there. God, you know how scared she'd be.
Yes! I knew she'd be upset that I wasn't there when she woke up, and I was under the impression that Tim being there would fix that! You moved her to wherever the fuck, and she woke up alone and bolted!
She was sure anyone in the manor could hear her, and she was sure she didn't really care right now. She did sound a tad anxious for her liking, though.
She doesnae wonna talk tae me, she bolted off and I bet you more than this god damn house costs that she's headed to Arkham about it. You're screwy if you think I want to face Dr. Fuckin' Wanna-Do to get my daughter back.
He tears his hands away from the others', glancing at the wristwatch on the other, a look of mild distress washing across his face. Late.
Bruce, you don't get it. She is the closest thing to me you can get. I know her and I know she isn't going to forgive and forget. I abandoned her. She doesn't want that to happen again.
She spins around, out the doors. She's so late, and she's already succeeded in pushing Tabi away. Maybe that was Jon's plan. He runs cold hands through his hair and tugs.
Jonny's gonna kill me. He won, I fell into his goddamn trap again— I'm late.
She tries to tear away again, he wont let go. His hands are warm, and she feels hot. You're going to get us caught, and then shot out back, Magpie, try harder. She rips away at the cost of her sleeves.
She's quiet. Why did he yell? Her eyes are glassy, maybe she's on FT again. She searches his face, thinking. Fine. Fine. I'm obviously not getting rid of him like this. Fine.
Okay. Fine. My car.
She storms outside. Her face is hot again, and now her face is wet. She wipes it off with the now torn sleeve, hardening her expression before getting behind the wheel.
She trails off before she starts to cry again, silently. All she can see is Dorey running off, Dorey's torn apart body on the side of the road. She pulls out of the court. Tabitha is fine. You abandoned her, and all you're thinking about is your dead sister, you selfish prick? You need to lose Bruce, you're late.
She digs through the centre console, taking a moment, fumbling with something before pulling out her box of cigarettes
Probably the pottery shop. I can text you the address.
The car is near full of smoke now, and ash dangles from the half gone out cig. She almost takes it off with her hand before realizing Bruce was still with her. She flicks it out the window.
The chances she's seen Jeremiah were slim. She doesn't have to worry. She does a U-turn, glancing at Bruce before putting her eyes back on the road. She tenses as they drive past the turn to her apartment. Jon was waiting, she was late.
The silence in the car was heavy. There was a syringe in her sleeve from the centre console, and it weighed heavy. She couldn't put it back without suspicion.
Alex, you never tell me anything. You didn't tell me about Tabitha when she first showed up, you didn't tell me about tonight, you never told me any of this. Am I that expendable, that you think I don't deserve to know what's going on with my own girlfriend?
He mutters.
Jesus christ, Alex, she's a kid. You can't put her in danger like this, all because you want to hide your stupid fucking safehouses.
You're being dense, Bruce, I get that you have to know every fucking thing all the time to feel in control but I can't tell you everything. It's not safe to tell you everything. I did what I thought I needed to do and you messed with it without asking.
Pissing me off. Reminding me that he's just a spoiled little control freak, why are you with him?! You're making it worse by being harsh. Shut up.
I don't need to fucking wake up, Wayne, you cannot police the only smart decision I made today. I dropped her with Tim because it was the safest shit I could do.
Don't tell me about my own fucking daughter, you cannot provide us safety and resource and judge me for using it you son of a fuck—
I am helping, she ran because you scared her. Dependency does not cause you to run, if she was dependent she would have stayed in the damn room you put her in! Don't talk to me about fucking dependency, and do not talk to me about Jonathan.
When the hell with this traffic clear up again? I just need him to shut up.
Your husband treated you like a labrat, Alex. I'm trying to help here, and you won't give me anything. Do you even care about her? Or is it just to have something of his back?
Yes, I care, you hypocritical dimwit, how selfish do you think I am?! If I didn't, I would've left her at home where she'd probably be dosed into oblivion! Because I didn't, now I have to deal with you because you made it look like I fucking abandoned her in a bigass basement, or-or left her to die or something!! She walked to Arkham! Now Jeremiah has leverage, and Tim probably knows everything. Just because you thought a girl you barely know shit about trusted you.
The syringe weighs heavily in her sleeve. He knows too much, he can piece it together. He's going to ask questions. I'm so goddamn late.
Alex I didn't even know she existed before last month.
He sighs.
My love. I cannot keep running in circles with you. I can't just- just ignore the fact that I know nothing about you. It's.. I can't. I'm sorry. I need to know who I'm in love with. I don't even know your favorite meal, Lexi. It's not fair to me.
I'm sober. It's just.. conditioning. You spend enough time around someone who gets dubbed March Hare for a reason, punctuality becomes very important to me.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Driving home, stressing. Late. She'll be late. She can't be late. What if she's late? Her phone pings. God. No, please— Tabitha. She's going to be late. Not going to leave Tabi on read.
She lied. Hang up. She can't be trusted. No one can be trusted. She left you. You were unable to protect yourself, and she left you. Jeremiah wouldn't. You know that.
I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll come get you, if you need it. I had to go to work, being late would cause problems and you were regressed, i think Tim said. ...
She was already turning onto the freeway. She could pick her up. She left her, she's responsible for picking her up. No one can stop her, and no one's there to stop her. He doesn't know when she's to get back. It's fine.
She's speeding, now, once again praying to god that the only people on patrol would see that and look the other way. Soon enough, she's at the gates of the manor, wiping ash off her legs, nearly running to the doors.
I hardly trust 'er wit anyone, you being an exception because I was in a pinch and yer capable.
She tries to reel herself back in , heading down the winding halls to the library. I don't wannae talk to im, that's yer job—... Hey, we don't have a choice right now. She could be getting hurt, and I can't find her. He needs to know not to interact with her without me there. God, you know how scared she'd be.
Yes! I knew she'd be upset that I wasn't there when she woke up, and I was under the impression that Tim being there would fix that! You moved her to wherever the fuck, and she woke up alone and bolted!
She was sure anyone in the manor could hear her, and she was sure she didn't really care right now. She did sound a tad anxious for her liking, though.
She doesnae wonna talk tae me, she bolted off and I bet you more than this god damn house costs that she's headed to Arkham about it. You're screwy if you think I want to face Dr. Fuckin' Wanna-Do to get my daughter back.
He tears his hands away from the others', glancing at the wristwatch on the other, a look of mild distress washing across his face. Late.
Bruce, you don't get it. She is the closest thing to me you can get. I know her and I know she isn't going to forgive and forget. I abandoned her. She doesn't want that to happen again.
She spins around, out the doors. She's so late, and she's already succeeded in pushing Tabi away. Maybe that was Jon's plan. He runs cold hands through his hair and tugs.
Jonny's gonna kill me. He won, I fell into his goddamn trap again— I'm late.
She tries to tear away again, he wont let go. His hands are warm, and she feels hot. You're going to get us caught, and then shot out back, Magpie, try harder. She rips away at the cost of her sleeves.
She's quiet. Why did he yell? Her eyes are glassy, maybe she's on FT again. She searches his face, thinking. Fine. Fine. I'm obviously not getting rid of him like this. Fine.
Okay. Fine. My car.
She storms outside. Her face is hot again, and now her face is wet. She wipes it off with the now torn sleeve, hardening her expression before getting behind the wheel.
She trails off before she starts to cry again, silently. All she can see is Dorey running off, Dorey's torn apart body on the side of the road. She pulls out of the court. Tabitha is fine. You abandoned her, and all you're thinking about is your dead sister, you selfish prick? You need to lose Bruce, you're late.
She digs through the centre console, taking a moment, fumbling with something before pulling out her box of cigarettes
Probably the pottery shop. I can text you the address.
The car is near full of smoke now, and ash dangles from the half gone out cig. She almost takes it off with her hand before realizing Bruce was still with her. She flicks it out the window.
The chances she's seen Jeremiah were slim. She doesn't have to worry. She does a U-turn, glancing at Bruce before putting her eyes back on the road. She tenses as they drive past the turn to her apartment. Jon was waiting, she was late.
The silence in the car was heavy. There was a syringe in her sleeve from the centre console, and it weighed heavy. She couldn't put it back without suspicion.
Alex, you never tell me anything. You didn't tell me about Tabitha when she first showed up, you didn't tell me about tonight, you never told me any of this. Am I that expendable, that you think I don't deserve to know what's going on with my own girlfriend?
He mutters.
Jesus christ, Alex, she's a kid. You can't put her in danger like this, all because you want to hide your stupid fucking safehouses.
You're being dense, Bruce, I get that you have to know every fucking thing all the time to feel in control but I can't tell you everything. It's not safe to tell you everything. I did what I thought I needed to do and you messed with it without asking.
Pissing me off. Reminding me that he's just a spoiled little control freak, why are you with him?! You're making it worse by being harsh. Shut up.
I don't need to fucking wake up, Wayne, you cannot police the only smart decision I made today. I dropped her with Tim because it was the safest shit I could do.
Don't tell me about my own fucking daughter, you cannot provide us safety and resource and judge me for using it you son of a fuck—
I am helping, she ran because you scared her. Dependency does not cause you to run, if she was dependent she would have stayed in the damn room you put her in! Don't talk to me about fucking dependency, and do not talk to me about Jonathan.
When the hell with this traffic clear up again? I just need him to shut up.
Your husband treated you like a labrat, Alex. I'm trying to help here, and you won't give me anything. Do you even care about her? Or is it just to have something of his back?
Yes, I care, you hypocritical dimwit, how selfish do you think I am?! If I didn't, I would've left her at home where she'd probably be dosed into oblivion! Because I didn't, now I have to deal with you because you made it look like I fucking abandoned her in a bigass basement, or-or left her to die or something!! She walked to Arkham! Now Jeremiah has leverage, and Tim probably knows everything. Just because you thought a girl you barely know shit about trusted you.
The syringe weighs heavily in her sleeve. He knows too much, he can piece it together. He's going to ask questions. I'm so goddamn late.
Alex I didn't even know she existed before last month.
He sighs.
My love. I cannot keep running in circles with you. I can't just- just ignore the fact that I know nothing about you. It's.. I can't. I'm sorry. I need to know who I'm in love with. I don't even know your favorite meal, Lexi. It's not fair to me.
I'm sober. It's just.. conditioning. You spend enough time around someone who gets dubbed March Hare for a reason, punctuality becomes very important to me.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Driving home, stressing. Late. She'll be late. She can't be late. What if she's late? Her phone pings. God. No, please— Tabitha. She's going to be late. Not going to leave Tabi on read.
She lied. Hang up. She can't be trusted. No one can be trusted. She left you. You were unable to protect yourself, and she left you. Jeremiah wouldn't. You know that.
I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll come get you, if you need it. I had to go to work, being late would cause problems and you were regressed, i think Tim said. ...
She was already turning onto the freeway. She could pick her up. She left her, she's responsible for picking her up. No one can stop her, and no one's there to stop her. He doesn't know when she's to get back. It's fine.
She's speeding, now, once again praying to god that the only people on patrol would see that and look the other way. Soon enough, she's at the gates of the manor, wiping ash off her legs, nearly running to the doors.
I hardly trust 'er wit anyone, you being an exception because I was in a pinch and yer capable.
She tries to reel herself back in , heading down the winding halls to the library. I don't wannae talk to im, that's yer job—... Hey, we don't have a choice right now. She could be getting hurt, and I can't find her. He needs to know not to interact with her without me there. God, you know how scared she'd be.
Yes! I knew she'd be upset that I wasn't there when she woke up, and I was under the impression that Tim being there would fix that! You moved her to wherever the fuck, and she woke up alone and bolted!
She was sure anyone in the manor could hear her, and she was sure she didn't really care right now. She did sound a tad anxious for her liking, though.
She doesnae wonna talk tae me, she bolted off and I bet you more than this god damn house costs that she's headed to Arkham about it. You're screwy if you think I want to face Dr. Fuckin' Wanna-Do to get my daughter back.
He tears his hands away from the others', glancing at the wristwatch on the other, a look of mild distress washing across his face. Late.
Bruce, you don't get it. She is the closest thing to me you can get. I know her and I know she isn't going to forgive and forget. I abandoned her. She doesn't want that to happen again.
She spins around, out the doors. She's so late, and she's already succeeded in pushing Tabi away. Maybe that was Jon's plan. He runs cold hands through his hair and tugs.
Jonny's gonna kill me. He won, I fell into his goddamn trap again— I'm late.
She tries to tear away again, he wont let go. His hands are warm, and she feels hot. You're going to get us caught, and then shot out back, Magpie, try harder. She rips away at the cost of her sleeves.
She's quiet. Why did he yell? Her eyes are glassy, maybe she's on FT again. She searches his face, thinking. Fine. Fine. I'm obviously not getting rid of him like this. Fine.
Okay. Fine. My car.
She storms outside. Her face is hot again, and now her face is wet. She wipes it off with the now torn sleeve, hardening her expression before getting behind the wheel.
She trails off before she starts to cry again, silently. All she can see is Dorey running off, Dorey's torn apart body on the side of the road. She pulls out of the court. Tabitha is fine. You abandoned her, and all you're thinking about is your dead sister, you selfish prick? You need to lose Bruce, you're late.
She digs through the centre console, taking a moment, fumbling with something before pulling out her box of cigarettes
Probably the pottery shop. I can text you the address.
The car is near full of smoke now, and ash dangles from the half gone out cig. She almost takes it off with her hand before realizing Bruce was still with her. She flicks it out the window.
The chances she's seen Jeremiah were slim. She doesn't have to worry. She does a U-turn, glancing at Bruce before putting her eyes back on the road. She tenses as they drive past the turn to her apartment. Jon was waiting, she was late.
The silence in the car was heavy. There was a syringe in her sleeve from the centre console, and it weighed heavy. She couldn't put it back without suspicion.
Alex, you never tell me anything. You didn't tell me about Tabitha when she first showed up, you didn't tell me about tonight, you never told me any of this. Am I that expendable, that you think I don't deserve to know what's going on with my own girlfriend?
He mutters.
Jesus christ, Alex, she's a kid. You can't put her in danger like this, all because you want to hide your stupid fucking safehouses.
You're being dense, Bruce, I get that you have to know every fucking thing all the time to feel in control but I can't tell you everything. It's not safe to tell you everything. I did what I thought I needed to do and you messed with it without asking.
Pissing me off. Reminding me that he's just a spoiled little control freak, why are you with him?! You're making it worse by being harsh. Shut up.
I don't need to fucking wake up, Wayne, you cannot police the only smart decision I made today. I dropped her with Tim because it was the safest shit I could do.
Don't tell me about my own fucking daughter, you cannot provide us safety and resource and judge me for using it you son of a fuck—
I am helping, she ran because you scared her. Dependency does not cause you to run, if she was dependent she would have stayed in the damn room you put her in! Don't talk to me about fucking dependency, and do not talk to me about Jonathan.
When the hell with this traffic clear up again? I just need him to shut up.
Your husband treated you like a labrat, Alex. I'm trying to help here, and you won't give me anything. Do you even care about her? Or is it just to have something of his back?
Yes, I care, you hypocritical dimwit, how selfish do you think I am?! If I didn't, I would've left her at home where she'd probably be dosed into oblivion! Because I didn't, now I have to deal with you because you made it look like I fucking abandoned her in a bigass basement, or-or left her to die or something!! She walked to Arkham! Now Jeremiah has leverage, and Tim probably knows everything. Just because you thought a girl you barely know shit about trusted you.
The syringe weighs heavily in her sleeve. He knows too much, he can piece it together. He's going to ask questions. I'm so goddamn late.
Alex I didn't even know she existed before last month.
He sighs.
My love. I cannot keep running in circles with you. I can't just- just ignore the fact that I know nothing about you. It's.. I can't. I'm sorry. I need to know who I'm in love with. I don't even know your favorite meal, Lexi. It's not fair to me.
I'm sober. It's just.. conditioning. You spend enough time around someone who gets dubbed March Hare for a reason, punctuality becomes very important to me.
Tabitha wakes up in a different room than she fell asleep in. The lights aren't warm, theres no hum of a computer to keep her company, no empty energy drinks scattered on the floor.
Instead, the room is lit up similar to a hospital. Cool LEDs are the only way she sees her surroundings. She still has her blanket, but theres a new pillow beneath her head. Most importantly: she doesn't know where the hell she is.
She needs her jacket. Her phone is in there. She needs Alex. or- or Jeremiah, Jon, somebody. She's not safe. She isn't.
Driving home, stressing. Late. She'll be late. She can't be late. What if she's late? Her phone pings. God. No, please— Tabitha. She's going to be late. Not going to leave Tabi on read.
She lied. Hang up. She can't be trusted. No one can be trusted. She left you. You were unable to protect yourself, and she left you. Jeremiah wouldn't. You know that.
I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll come get you, if you need it. I had to go to work, being late would cause problems and you were regressed, i think Tim said. ...
She was already turning onto the freeway. She could pick her up. She left her, she's responsible for picking her up. No one can stop her, and no one's there to stop her. He doesn't know when she's to get back. It's fine.
She's speeding, now, once again praying to god that the only people on patrol would see that and look the other way. Soon enough, she's at the gates of the manor, wiping ash off her legs, nearly running to the doors.
I hardly trust 'er wit anyone, you being an exception because I was in a pinch and yer capable.
She tries to reel herself back in , heading down the winding halls to the library. I don't wannae talk to im, that's yer job—... Hey, we don't have a choice right now. She could be getting hurt, and I can't find her. He needs to know not to interact with her without me there. God, you know how scared she'd be.
Yes! I knew she'd be upset that I wasn't there when she woke up, and I was under the impression that Tim being there would fix that! You moved her to wherever the fuck, and she woke up alone and bolted!
She was sure anyone in the manor could hear her, and she was sure she didn't really care right now. She did sound a tad anxious for her liking, though.
She doesnae wonna talk tae me, she bolted off and I bet you more than this god damn house costs that she's headed to Arkham about it. You're screwy if you think I want to face Dr. Fuckin' Wanna-Do to get my daughter back.
He tears his hands away from the others', glancing at the wristwatch on the other, a look of mild distress washing across his face. Late.
Bruce, you don't get it. She is the closest thing to me you can get. I know her and I know she isn't going to forgive and forget. I abandoned her. She doesn't want that to happen again.
She spins around, out the doors. She's so late, and she's already succeeded in pushing Tabi away. Maybe that was Jon's plan. He runs cold hands through his hair and tugs.
Jonny's gonna kill me. He won, I fell into his goddamn trap again— I'm late.
She tries to tear away again, he wont let go. His hands are warm, and she feels hot. You're going to get us caught, and then shot out back, Magpie, try harder. She rips away at the cost of her sleeves.
She's quiet. Why did he yell? Her eyes are glassy, maybe she's on FT again. She searches his face, thinking. Fine. Fine. I'm obviously not getting rid of him like this. Fine.
Okay. Fine. My car.
She storms outside. Her face is hot again, and now her face is wet. She wipes it off with the now torn sleeve, hardening her expression before getting behind the wheel.
She trails off before she starts to cry again, silently. All she can see is Dorey running off, Dorey's torn apart body on the side of the road. She pulls out of the court. Tabitha is fine. You abandoned her, and all you're thinking about is your dead sister, you selfish prick? You need to lose Bruce, you're late.
She digs through the centre console, taking a moment, fumbling with something before pulling out her box of cigarettes
Probably the pottery shop. I can text you the address.
The car is near full of smoke now, and ash dangles from the half gone out cig. She almost takes it off with her hand before realizing Bruce was still with her. She flicks it out the window.
The chances she's seen Jeremiah were slim. She doesn't have to worry. She does a U-turn, glancing at Bruce before putting her eyes back on the road. She tenses as they drive past the turn to her apartment. Jon was waiting, she was late.
The silence in the car was heavy. There was a syringe in her sleeve from the centre console, and it weighed heavy. She couldn't put it back without suspicion.
Alex, you never tell me anything. You didn't tell me about Tabitha when she first showed up, you didn't tell me about tonight, you never told me any of this. Am I that expendable, that you think I don't deserve to know what's going on with my own girlfriend?
He mutters.
Jesus christ, Alex, she's a kid. You can't put her in danger like this, all because you want to hide your stupid fucking safehouses.
You're being dense, Bruce, I get that you have to know every fucking thing all the time to feel in control but I can't tell you everything. It's not safe to tell you everything. I did what I thought I needed to do and you messed with it without asking.
Pissing me off. Reminding me that he's just a spoiled little control freak, why are you with him?! You're making it worse by being harsh. Shut up.
I don't need to fucking wake up, Wayne, you cannot police the only smart decision I made today. I dropped her with Tim because it was the safest shit I could do.
Don't tell me about my own fucking daughter, you cannot provide us safety and resource and judge me for using it you son of a fuck—
I am helping, she ran because you scared her. Dependency does not cause you to run, if she was dependent she would have stayed in the damn room you put her in! Don't talk to me about fucking dependency, and do not talk to me about Jonathan.
When the hell with this traffic clear up again? I just need him to shut up.
Your husband treated you like a labrat, Alex. I'm trying to help here, and you won't give me anything. Do you even care about her? Or is it just to have something of his back?
Yes, I care, you hypocritical dimwit, how selfish do you think I am?! If I didn't, I would've left her at home where she'd probably be dosed into oblivion! Because I didn't, now I have to deal with you because you made it look like I fucking abandoned her in a bigass basement, or-or left her to die or something!! She walked to Arkham! Now Jeremiah has leverage, and Tim probably knows everything. Just because you thought a girl you barely know shit about trusted you.
The syringe weighs heavily in her sleeve. He knows too much, he can piece it together. He's going to ask questions. I'm so goddamn late.
Alex I didn't even know she existed before last month.
He sighs.
My love. I cannot keep running in circles with you. I can't just- just ignore the fact that I know nothing about you. It's.. I can't. I'm sorry. I need to know who I'm in love with. I don't even know your favorite meal, Lexi. It's not fair to me.
