Bob Is Back!

The name is Bob. I've always been a bit of a goon. I used to work for a guy named Jack Napier. I was his number one guy. Then, Jack had a happy little accident and became The Joker. The Joker being the great guy he is kept me as his right hand man. One night he got mad because Batman took his balloons and Joker shot me. I almost died, in fact, he thought I was, but I'm back. Bob is back, my friends, and he will find his Joker. (On Request Independent Bob the Goon RP account set after the events of Batman 1989. Open to RP with anyone.)

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BIG ANNOUNCEMENT AND CHANGES

//I did it. I made the decision to switch my blogs (including this one) over to a multi-muse as well as bring back some muses I once had and deleted and even add some muses that I’ve had for a while, but was afraid to make the blogs for.

This was no easy decision and I want to assure you all about a few things.

I will be keeping my current blogs in place and not deleting them. Think of them as archived. I’m also keeping them just in case the whole multi thing doesn’t work out for some reason.

I will be moving all current and plotted threads over to the new blog from all of my blogs. I know this sounds confusing, but I promise to make the transition as easy and completely organized as humanly possible.

I am currently working on the blog and doing so is taking a considerable chunk of my free time, but if I am going to do it then I am going to do it right. I am making sure to make things look nice, neat, organized etc as I possibly can before I link to the new blog and consider this blog as well as all of my others archived. I have no idea when I will be able to get this finished, but I don’t anticipate it taking more than a few weeks if I can have decent time every week to work on it. Life, however, happens and my schedule is very much up in the air so don’t quote me on that. It could be as much as month.

When I have the new blog finished, I will post a link to it from all of my blogs. Keep your eyes peeled and when you see it, if you want to follow me, go ahead and follow the link.

All writing here and on my other blogs is being put on a hiatus until such a time that I can have this new blog prepared and ready to go. It makes switching over all threads etc that much easier if I don’t create a bunch of new ones. HOWEVER, this doesn’t mean that I cannot be reached. I do have a discord and until this new blog is finished I can be most easily reached due to mobile from HERE. Feel free to contact me about anything or even if you’re not feeling continuing to write with me or something due to converting to a multimuse just let me know.

Thank you all for reading, following, and putting up with me. I am REALLY looking forward to this new venture and can’t wait to have you all join me (and hopefully more.) I am feeling really good about this and revived and I think those of you who follow me here and/or on multiple accounts are going to like what you see and how I plan to work things. Just hang in there with me and we’ll be better than ever.

Love, J

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“You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you? Huh?”

Batman (1989) Sentence Starters

*elbow to the gut*

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IMPORTANT UPDATE - PLEASE READ

//It is with much thought and no great ease that I have come to a few different conclusions and decisions for the sake of my own sanity and this blog as well as my partners. 

First, I will not be deleting Bob. I could never, trust me. He means too much to me to do that and I have not given up on him either. However, I am realizing that I just can’t keep him as an active muse (not with my work schedule and general stress and this was never meant to be a stress or a thing of guilt), nor do I think that the interest is there for his character as much as other muses and that is completely okay.

So, what does this mean for the blog and my partners? Well, for starters it means that I am not going anywhere. I am switching this blog to a SEMI-ACTIVE/ON REQUEST status. This means that I plan to keep all current threads, unless I have discussed with the mun previously about dropping etc, and I plan to come on when I have complete muse and will accept RPs when they are requested. 

Why choose to do this? Simple. It makes it so that I am not failing anyone by continuously making you wait and having spurts of inactivity that make people unfollow or give up etc. This way, it is known that I will not always be on here on a daily and/or consistent basis and helps make it so that I do not have guilt resting on me. Believe me, I have enough anxiety. I just want to be able to have the muse here with me and ready to play/write when the muse strikes up. 

So, I do hope this makes sense and if you have any questions please do let me know. Either send an ask here or you can reach me on my primary blog HERE or secondary blog HERE. I do apologize for any inconvenience or confusion this causes, but I needed to do this not only for me, but for this muse that I adore as well as my partners. 

To those of you who stick with me and continue to RP with me? I thank you for your understanding and patience. Again, I am still willing to RP and will accept requests and will be on and off as muse strikes to do replies etc. All you need to do is message me here or on the blogs listed above.

-Bob-Mun

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A sunglass case sits on the kitchen table.  Embossed on it in silver are the words: Happy birthday, Bob-o.  Love, Jack.

These glasses sit inside it with a note, scrawled in crayon.

I thought you could use a backup pair, so I had some custom made for you.  The lenses are polarized, so if you forget to take them off when you come inside, you’ll still be able to see.

Bob found the case, a brow arching in confusion. Why would Jack get him a gift? It wasn't like... Then he read the embossed words. Birthday. Was that today already? He hadn't even realized. He was never really one for celebrating his birthday. 

He held the case, opening it as he sat down on the couch. Eyes narrowing, he read the note scrawled in crayon. He had gotten used to that, but he could still remember a time when Jack's handwriting was so neat and often was in green ink. 

Smiling, he tucked the note into a pocket on the inside of his leather jacket before he pulled the glasses out and put them on. Sure enough, the lenses were not dark because he was sitting inside a mostly darkened apartment. Jack sure was good to him sometimes. 

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//See this totally ripped, super tall and endearingly hairy guy? That’s Bane. He’s pretty fuckin awesome, crazy intelligent and broke the Batman. Jack loves him. So does J-Mun. You know who plays a really damn awesome Bane? THIS FINE BITCH RIGHT HERE. You know what you should do? You should throw down and follow them like yesterday. Especially since they’re 1 away from their next milestone.

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No More Mr. Nice Guy — Bob and Jack

Bob had been feeling off lately. He'd always been protective of Jack, sure, but he let a lot slide. He tended to take a lot of hits and never let it bother him, but lately he'd reached the end of a seemingly long rope. He wasn't just going to remain a dog with his tail between his legs. No, Bob was going to start taking action and he'd started by shoving Alicia out of the window.

There he stood in her penthouse, he'd watched her fall, stared down at her body and felt a sense of accomplishment afterwards. He was one step closer to possessing what he wanted most — Jack. Nobody else was going to stand in his way. But he wasn't about to let Jack know it had been him who shoved Alicia out the window. This had to look like an accident. 

He heard the door open and turned in the darkened penthouse to see Jack. He stepped closer to the man, pulling off a face of shock and sadness. "Jack, I... I don't know what happened. I was turning to get her a glass of water to take her pills with and when I turned around... It was too late, Jack. I'm sorry."

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You said you wanted something to do.... DO BOB

"BOB-O!  I’VE RECEIVED A MISSION FROM GOD…..  Wait.  That’s Blues Brothers.  Just come here."

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Jack moaned into the kiss, his hips rolling against the other man’s as he squirmed, trying to find some way to relieve himself of this sudden, uncontrollable need for the other man.  His hands took hold of whatever they could reach, holding tight and keeping Bob close, his body begging for more of the other man.

"Don’t…  Don’t stop," he pleaded between kisses.  "Whatever you do, don’t you dare back out on me.  Fuck, I need you….”

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Bob's heart nearly skipped a beat and he swallowed. That last bit of pleading between kisses was all he needed to drive him to do this. He returned the kisses and allowed his hands to reach down to undo the other man's pants. He tugged on the waistband, pulling them past hips and moved away from the kisses, nodding.

"I'm not going to stop, Jack. It's okay." He reached down and got rid of his own pants, tossing them to the floor on top of his boots. He returned back to Jack, pulling him free of his pants. With one hand he spread the other man's legs and pressed himself against the other man between them. "I'm right here."

He dipped his head to give attention to Jack's neck, kissing, nipping and biting it as he rocked his hips against the other, grinding into him. He was hard already, of course. But he wasn't about to just dive into this, still as he felt himself pressed against the other he let out a moan at how good it felt. 

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Bob had come home with food to find Jack nowhere. He had called out for him and heard no response. He was starting to worry until he heard the running water of the shower. Sighing in relief, he knocked on the door. "Jack?" When there was no response, he opened the door slowly, hearing what sounded like crying. He rushed over, shutting off the now cold water. Carefully, he placed his gloved hands on either side of the man's face, tilting it up. "Jack? Jack, it's me. What happened? I'm here."

Jack let out another sob, his wet body shaking as a hand came up to grab one of Bob’s wrists.  ”Bob,” he managed, and all but fell into the other man, clinging for dear life.

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Jack nodded drowsily, still not releasing his grip on Bob.  ”Mmkay,” he murmured, reaching blindly toward where he had left his towel.  He managed to find it after a bit of groping around, and began drying himself as best he could, while barely keeping his eyes open and still trying to keep one hand on Bob at all times.

"Bob?  Are…  Are you gonna stay?"

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Bob didn't move. He waited patiently for Jack to dry off, making sure he was alright. He glanced at Jack when he spoke and moved to tug the other man in closer, nodding as he carefully lifted him up into his arms. "Yeah. Of course. Come on."

He quickly carried the other man into the bedroom, pulled back the covers and laid him down. He moved to the other side of the bed, kicking off his combat boots and flopped down. "See?"

[thehomicidalartist]

Adopt-A-Goon | Jack and Bob

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Jack chuckled at the kid’s admission.  ”I’ll tell you what.  Let’s get inside, get you something dry to wear— I’ve got some old things that ought to about fit you— maybe a shower, and we’ll go check out that diner. I’d offer to just feed you at my place, but I don’t think there’s anything in the fridge but beer and old takeout.”  He shrugged his shoulders. “Never was much of a cook.”

After a moment of silence, he spoke again.  ”By the way, kid, if you’re gonna go for dumpster pizza, Rinaldi’s on 7th has the best leftovers.  Sometimes they’ll even make you a fresh pie if you do some dishes or sweep for ‘em.  Speaking from experience, it’s good to give back to the community when you can.”

He nodded to the doorman of the high rise and led Bob into the elevator, tapping the button for the top floor.  ”You’ll have your own room, but, uh…  We’re gonna have to share a bathroom.”

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Bob didn't have to be told twice to follow Jack. He was incredibly curious to see what the inside of this place looked like. He gave a small chuckle, half-listening to the man's advice on where to find handouts or better leftovers and dumpster food. Maybe they could get along after all. The guy had a sense of humor that he appreciated. 

Curious eyes were wide and taking in their surroundings, amazed. It was almost too much to take in. He had a brief moment of thinking that he didn't fit in here and never would. He caught a few nasty glances from people in the lobby before he walked to the elevator with Jack. He just had to remind himself that he had to look like hell right now. No wonder they were looking. 

He'd only been half-listening, lost in thought and distracted by his surroundings. Once in the elevator as it began to move, the soaking wet, grungy looking teenage glanced up. "I, uhm.... I think I can manage."

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"Are you kidding me?  You could do it, Bob-o.  I would help you.  We could study every night, and before you know it, you could pass the test."

Maybe he was being too optimistic.  He wasn’t sure that Bob really could pass a GED test, if truth be told.  But he would say whatever he had to to make Bob feel better.

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Bob wasn't the brightest goon in the bunch, but he knew Jack was lying through his teeth. There was no way he believed that. It wouldn't matter how much he was being helped, smarts were just something Bob had never and would never have. 

He blinked, staring at the other man and gave a quick sigh. "Jack? I appreciate it, but we both know that's bullshit."

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He shrugged.  ”It doesn’t matter.  What day do you usually shop?  Is there a ‘shopping day’ on your schedule?  Because if there is, we should probably go then.”  He nuzzled into Bob’s shoulder and closed his eyes.  ”…..You’re comfy.”

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"I don't always shop on the same day. I guess it sort of depends on when I need things." He looked to head nuzzled against his shoulder and tensed for just a brief moment before relaxing. "Yeah? Oh, uhm... I guess we could probably go tomorrow. If you want."

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"You’re damn right it won’t happen again," he grumbled.  "Because if it does, you’re gone.  You hear?”  He strode to the couch and lounged across it, legs splayed in a manner that suggested that he was quite ready to be done with conversation and just stare at the television for a while.

"Now, bring me my cheese balls.  And be quick, i’m hungry."

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It wasn't the first time he'd been threatened like that. He was used to it. For years now, he'd walked a thin line with Jack after the accident at Axis. Hell, by all accounts he should be gone. He should have died when the other shot him, but he survived and here they were. 

He stood still, eyes following Jack as he strode to the couch and gave an order. Bob was being pushed to his breaking point tonight. There was only so much he could take, and Jack was pushing past that. After a moment of just staring, trying to calm his anger, he moved for the kitchen and grabbed one of Jack's tubs of cheese balls. 

He tossed the tub at Jack on the couch. "Eat up." He lingered for a moment before he stepped away, heading for the bedroom. 

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Jack blinked, taken aback by the other man’s abnormally generous offer. It wasn’t that Bob was particularly unkind to him; this was just unusual, and a far cry from their normal routine.  Then again, he supposed that explained why Bob had wanted extra beers.

"I….  Sounds great, Sir."  Jack gave Bob what he hoped was a grateful smile.  "Why don’t I grab your laundry and get started on that while we wait?"

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Bob's hand remained on Jack's shoulder. Always trying to work and please him. He wasn't even sure if his laundry was in dire need of washing or not, but he wasn't having the other doing any more work tonight. Tonight was about relaxing.

He shook his head. "Nah, don't worry about it tonight, huh? It can wait until tomorrow. Why don't you have a seat and I'll order something?" He paused a moment, giving a pat to the shoulder his hand was one before he removed it. "What's it gonna be? Pizza? Chinese? Burgers?"