joseph wilson

JOSEPH WILSON | JERICHO i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. offer me that deathless death. good god, let me give you my life.

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       “You can have this seat.”

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          “Are these for me?”

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                         “I need bleach for my eyes and holy water for my soul.”

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        “Aren’t we ALL hiding secrets?”

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          “Do you need to have a reason for everything?”

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             "Did you really think                                I would say that?"

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the-timothydrake: 

Joseph Wilson. Jericho. Another one of Deathstroke’s militarized children. The Batfamily kept tabs on pretty much any and all family connections of their enemies, and Tim had taken the time to commit their faces, threat level, and abilities to memory.

He’d been ready to walk right past. He wasn’t looking for a fight, dressed down and out of uniform on a trip to pick up some food. But the guy had already noticed him.

“You’re not bad.“

The one his bright green eyes land on looked familiar, but he knew they hadn’t ever met before-- Joey had always been good with remembering people he'd met. So, that likely means he learned about him from his father-- or perhaps he saw him in the papers.

               Either way it didn’t matter much. He wasn’t here for a fight either.                            In fact Joey rarely ever went anywhere looking for a fight.

Instead he smiled politely, bringing his hand to his chin in a  ' thank you '  before signing.                                                               ' I wasn't being too loud or anything was I? ' 

The coffee shop had been very quiet, but usually no one minded if someone played a little music. It was better than what they usually played over the radio anyway. Still, Joey realized he might be interrupting work, or studies. 

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pcrdal: 

  SKEPTICISM in her bambi eyes, slender arms fold across her chest— unyielding, she doesn’t believe him for a second and still the faint sparks of a smile remain.

                                      ❛ are you in a BAND or something? ❜

  she wonders just how much he relates to the LYRICS— she might’ve chosen a band, but he was the one to choose a song. CURIOSITY is what fuels her spirit & feeds her mind, even when question go unspoken, they seem to hide in the curves of simpering smiles & twinkle of wandering eyes.

                                               ❛ not even a little. ❜

     she taunts. a HONEYED chuckle falls from plump lips, gaze wavering to the floor in a moment of hesitance before returning to the boy & his guitar. 

                            ❛ i’m not dexterous so I can’t do much of anything…                                     plus i lack the discipline… and a guitar. ❜

He shook his head. That much WAS the truth, he wasn't in a band or anything like that. He moved the guitar to the side so he could explain as best as he could.                            ' Just for fun. But I DO play in public sometimes. '

                                Joey then hesitated, ' I learned to play after I lost the use of my voice. '

And for a brief moment his hand went up, and his fingers compulsively played along the crisp collar of his button up shirt, as if to make sure his throat was covered. It was of course. 

     So, instead he just smiled kindly at her, and her assurance that she definitely didn't play.

                                  ' If you ever want to learn I could help. '

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dthstrke: 

Joey could not believe him all he wanted, but Slade’s answer wasn’t going to change. "I want you, and your sister here because we’re family. We make a GOOD team.” Perhaps a part of it was that he wanted them close, he wanted to spend time with them, he wanted to be around them– but there WERE more practical reasons. Rose was skilled, Joey was powerful, when they were working together despite the dysfunction they worked WELL together. Having them on his team was a no brainer.

“Why did you want to be here?”

It must have been that time of year where Slade felt particularly fatherly, Joey thought. Not that he was bitter, or angry about his father, and his father's at BEST absence, at WORST volatile presence in his life -- that was Grant's M.O. not his.

                                               But he kept a realistic view on his relationship,                                                and any future relationship he might have with Slade.

Joey still hesitated. He knew Slade wouldn't care, in fact he might even be proud of his son's pragmatism-- but Joey cared. "I'm here because I know if something happens, if I... if I can't keep myself under control, if I go off the deep end YOU will stop me. No matter the cost." His green eyes board into his dad's, and his eyebrows knit together, but left his reasonings behind all of this quiet. Slade wasn't exactly the sort you shared your feelings with.

                                    It was difficult being inside someone else's mind. How much of himself did he lose when he made contact with someone?                                                            Joey was really starting to wonder.

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I have a theory that 80s Joey is basically the Bob Ross of DC. Do you agree with that assessment?

bob ross never really reached my country so i only know about him through memes and gifsets as Kind Afro Artist Dad, but this seems pretty accurate

just call bruce already, dick

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pcrdal: 

  she’s IN LOVE with the rhythm & the way it coils inside her chest, worms into her brain & ties her soul up in knots; the way a simple chord can turn unforgettable. how music becomes her world & paints a grey journey in rainbow colors. 

   her GRIN widens, luscious dimples on each cheek appearing like magic as his skilled fingers maneuver the instrument with precision.

                            ❛ you LIED. ❜

     accusatory words— maybe, he did say ‘a little’ after all— but they hold no resentment. she’s PLEASANTLY surprised by this outcome & the emotions that flash across her paper skin are, as usual, transparent.

He looks amused at her accusation, letting the last few chords of the song sound through the typical city night noises. Joey gave the girl a mostly apologetic look, but maybe a bit too playful as he raises his hand again to respond once again with a. 

                                                                 ' A little. '

                                  A lot actually. Joey didn't consider himself a performer, but he had something like fans. People who had seen him at coffee houses, and open mic nights that actually came out to see him play whenever he did. But it was strange, and a little flattering. He only did this for fun, though. It was something... AWAY  from the rest of his life.

Still he still circled his hand over his chest in apology, before motioning back to the girl sitting beside him, asking another question.                                                                ' Do YOU play? '

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dthstrke: 

”Cute,“ Slade intoned at his sons words, but the corners of his mouth quirked up into a smirk. It was always difficult to bring people of their proclivities together. 

It happened in the Society, the Shadows, you name it– not everyone were professionals, and there were always egos that bumped into each other, and caused problems. He was counting on it to happen, but so far the kids all seemed to get along better than expected. It was surprising. But being cautious was in his nature. "No, that isn’t the reason I wanted you here,” he said. His eye moved over to his son as he deadpanned, “but for now you should consider yourself a very over qualified babysitter, yes.”

"What I've always wanted," Joey hoped the Wilson family sarcasm read through his father's device. But that wasn't the most pressing thing at hand. 

                                                          He had something else on his mind.

So, he put his guitar to the side, and turned to look at his father-- trying his best to read an almost unreadable man. "It begs the question. I know why I'm here, why I WANT to be here. I think I know why Rose wants to be here too... But why do YOU want me to be here. Why do you want both of us here?" Slade could talk about family, about wanting to keep them close, and help them all he wanted. But even if that was part of the reason, it wasn't the whole thing. It was never as simple as that It couldn't be.                                                       Joey would never believe it.

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frogmanxwilson: 

“ Hi Joe, I missed you too.” Edwards dropped his duffel bag, looking down at his little brother, “ Can I get a hug? I’ll settle for one of those bro hugs, clasped my hand, pat me on the back. 

Joey furrowed his eyebrows a bit when he saw Grant, his green eyes flickering down to the duffel bag on the floor, then back up to his brother. He shifted his guitar out of the way, and slid off the couch raising his hands to sign.                                                ' What are you doing here? '

                                             Not that he wasn’t HAPPY to see his brother-- their relationship wasn't fantastic, but it was a lot less contentious than it could be considering who their parents were. Still, he'd been under the impression Grant wanted to stay as far away from anything to do with their father as possible.

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always the same you said that you’ll change somehow you never do i believe all your lies