Pretty Little Dolls

You Are NOTHING but R O T T E N M E A T Closed RP account for Barton "Dollmaker" Mathis with GCS

[imjustlikemyfather]

I'm So Sincere | Barton + Barbara

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A light, airy chuckle clicked in the back of her throat bringing with it another smile, this time just a bit wider. The breath she had been holding in released calmly from her lungs as she took a step to the side of the counter. Barbara rubbed her lips together, watching in peripheral vision as the next customer in line ordered.

“Not rude at all. It’s nice to meet you, Mattie. I’m Barbara.” The reply rolled off her tongue in a much more pleasant manner than her earlier comments. Less hostile, abundantly more cheerful. She connected their hands, giving it a hesitant, light shake before quickly letting her arm fall back to her side. The strap of her bag hanging low over her shoulder was nervously adjusted and readjusted.

                “Do you make a habit out of buying strangers coffee?”

[imjustlikemyfather]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Barbara," he drops his eye contact for a moment, then looks up. "As for making a habit of this- no not with every stranger."

The response came without missing a beat, his face lit up with a brilliant smile --- all part of his brilliant masquerade of course. He retracts his hand, shoving it into the pocket of his jacket as he mirrors her movement stepping to the side for the next customer.

"But if someone is giving off a vibe that they're not having the best of times? I don't mind doing what I can to try to cheer them up.

He looked away for only a moment, watching the barista prepping their drinks, before his eyes were back on her with his smile slipping to something softer.

"I like helping people, even if it's something small. I do a lot of charity work and put a lot of time into my daughter's school. It's why I chose my line of work as well..."

[imjustlikemyfather]

Flashback | Taceant Colloquia | Barton + Tim

[fenceposterror]

There was a brief moment of… something… goosebumps, fear? A feeling Tim couldn’t quite describe as Dr. Carr looked at him properly for the first time. His eyes, his gaze, tired yet so harsh. There was an anger there, fierce and it seemed so personal, so… sharp that it stopped Tim cold. He paused, wrote it off as Arkham steeling this man and taking a deep breath, the teen continued.

Keys clicking, Tim sent the file to the printer beside his desk, grabbing the warm paper as it finished and handed it over to the man. He didn’t mind letting the Doctor groan and bemoan his patient in front of him. Everyone had feelings— thoughts— they needed to outwardly express and Tim knew he himself was guilty of that as well. Besides, the Doctors at Arkham had their work cut out for them, and who was Tim to judge or deny their ways of venting.

"It’s alright. You’re not the first to suffer at the hands of a long day." Tim offered a reassuring smile, small but sincere. "Or the first to take it out on me." He shifted in his seat, realized that could be looked into too deeply by an Arkham doctor and glanced up again.

"If that’s all you need…?"

[imjustlikemyfather]

It wasn't alright. In fact it was far from alright.

Barton had so much more riding on every little action that he made- every little syllable that he uttered. Slip ups like that could cause him to lose years upon years of work.

Slip ups like that could cost him everything.

"It's not, though. I'm supposed to be there to help my patient, and instead I'm berating the poor man. I'd say that's pretty far from alright, it's a shame to my profession."

The rage in his eyes had dissipated now as he pulled his mask back up, covering it as a slip up in for the sake of frustration in profession. Not for one in the sake of feeding an addiction as best as he could. He needed Lazlo in tact and cooperative. He needed Professor Pyg.

"Sometimes I wonder how the psychiatrists and counselors at the asylum do it, honestly. I'd be lost probing into their minds."

He made sure the words came off as ominous and troubled, let the kid believe it was stress from work. Gain that foot hold. He extended a dejected hand to grasp the papers with careful motions. Shame. Practiced response, thankful for his talent in it really, because all he wanted to do right now was tremor and scream for such an ill performance moments ago.

"Ah, yeah... that's all I need," he almost stopped though. Perhaps everything wasn't lost, "Say, what's it like working here at the station?"

[imjustlikemyfather]

Flashback | Effugiat Risus | Barton + Harley

[hahahaharley]

The words were swimming before eyes that itched with tiredness, waltzing gracefully over the page smeared with coffee stains and ink where she’d thumbed through it too fast.

Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to will the migraine that was building up at the back of her skull to subside. Shaken from her efforts by a familiar voice, the young Doctor looked up to find herself face to face with…

Come on, Harleen! He’s a friend. A colleague. You know this. Bram. Barry.

“Barton,”

Smiling tiredly, she gestured for the vacant chair opposite her.

“No, no it’s wide open. Well not wide open, it’s not got a hole in it or nothin’. I mean no-one is sitting in it. So it’s free. Empty. Vacant.”

Pausing, she let out a long huff, as if trying to push all of the little annoyances, frustrations and anxieties out of her system.

“I’m…sorry. I’m rambling. If I’m not careful they’re gonna lock me up in here one of these days.”

A burst of nervous laughter.

“Please, sit. Get me outta my head for a while.”

[imjustlikemyfather]

His head tilted slightly to the side while eyes narrowed momentarily as he took her in. Fatigue was consuming her, there was no doubt about that. Overworked, overtired- he kept his voice low for the sake of courtesy if anything.

"You look quite exhausted- I'd say that if you keep at this rate they won't have a chance to lock you up before you run yourself into the ground."

As he spoke he clutched a plastic fork carefully in his hand, shifting it with his words before prodding at the food he'd brought with him. He was hardly interested in whatever it was, chicken it seemed. Or something resembling chicken.

Feh.

"You shouldn't keep yourself so consumed by your own thoughts, you know. When you start coming off as a better example of mental torture than one of our patients there's a problem." The fork tugged restlessly at the flesh on his plate, before he placed it down- dejected.

No matter what people said- not all meat tasted like chicken and what he favoured was no exception. He'd eat when he got home.

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[imjustlikemyfather]

There are few things in life that Barton has left himself to cling to aside from his work, but he does have three children that he loves and cares for more than anything in the world. Bentley, Matilda, and Olivia are the light of his life and while also teaching them to take the reigns of his work should anything happen to him, he also cares for them like a loving father and not just tools. While growing up the greatest hardship that Barton had to live through was the loss of his dear father, Wesley, when he was a child. He and his father were close and Barton believes that the correct way to live life is to share a bond with his own children like he had with his father. The killer took the time to raise and be there for his son finding that it was only proper that he was given a life and a chance to excel at it. Barton offers his children the same chance. Where Bentley and Matilda are both finished with primary school Matilda does attend university which is funded by Barton with his job through Arkham. Bentley, however, has chosen to work as an apprentice of sorts with his father. Olivia is still in primary school which Barton does have a big hand in as far as involvement; he is the parent that stands up to volunteer as a chaperon when needed for different events, donates money to the school, and helps with fund-raising. Education, along with close family ties are things that are very important to Barton and he wants his children to receive the best that he can. Despite the things that he does in his free time he is the best sort of parent and is always there to help and nurture his true children. While the intentions for such things are true of heart- that doesn't mean he's not willing to use them as a means of trickery to push people off his trail.

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[imjustlikemyfather]

Flashback | Taceant Colloquia | Barton + Tim

[fenceposterror]

Nodding in agreement to the Doctor’s initial statement, Tim was already busy entering the proper information to bring up the correct database. Arkham was a place he didn’t want to think to heavily about, but also happened to be a place that seemed to define Gotham at times.

Valentin. The name seemed familiar— probably something in the news, and the teen was sure he would dig deeper later, if only to satisfy his endless curiosity. For now, he pulled in a breath at the sight of the results, sometimes floored by the information simple desk officers had access to. "According to the report the officers turned in…" Wow. That was a lot of drugs. "Dextroamphetamine salts, methylphenidate, alprazolam, carisopridol, oxycodone extended release, methadone, hydromorphone, clonazepam and… heroin… were all found on his person or in the vicinity at the time." He scanned the report quickly. "Not all were found in his system, however, those results should be available to your medical staff." Tim glanced up at the man again, brows creased though he tried to keep the frown off his face.

"Will that be all? Or would you like the list of narcotics printed?"

[imjustlikemyfather]

To be honest...

He wasn't even mildly surprised that Lazlo was found with all this crap. Hell, they'd done a little night time discussing over his treatment course already. He was in a lot of pain- he just needed to make a convincing argument for it. But one particular drug floated out that caused his face to screw up tightly for a moment.

"Methadone. Oh, that's great."

He shook his head slightly, looking at Tim directly for what was, really, the first time. Sharp blue eyes laced with some sort of malice- he didn't realize he was letting his guard down; but that's what happens when you're angry. Methadone- there goes his buffer and "treatment" for the heroin addiction. Stupid son of a...

"Yes, if I could get a print out of the drug list- and I know it should be available to our medical staff. Unfortunately whichever officers dropped off Valentin and his files neglected to do so. I really don't think I'd be down here otherwise, do you?"

They weren't available because he'd made them disappear. So he could come down to the station. So he could get an idea of how things were. He realized he was sounding rather rude now- shit.

"...I'm sorry..."

[imjustlikemyfather]

I'm So Sincere | Barton + Barbara

[divine-my-own-future-blog]

"That’s a wonderful ideal to strive for –"

She stopped for a moment as she realized how bitter tinged every word sounded. Had she really gotten this far away from herself? The thought disgusted her and she physically shook it off with a toss of her hair.

“I agree, really I do.” Time, anger, fixation, had taken a bite out of her psyche. She’d been a jubilant, adrenaline junkie a scant three months ago and then everything had dissolved; she had become so cautious, so uncertain. Distrusting, hurt. A shadow of Batgirl, a figment of Barbara.

A warmer more genuine smile crossed her lips and she nodded. ”Thank you, I think I will take you up on that.”

[imjustlikemyfather]

"I'm glad."

She took the bait- good, great... but she was close to not taking it- he was going to have to take care to not let it get messed up from this point on. He needed her trust- for what he was working so hard for.

But for now... for now it was a game to see how well he could play this all out- how well he could convince her that he was a good man. A kind man- ah... if she only knew. Which she wouldn't.

She wouldn't even know who he really was.

"Oh, gosh, how rude of me," pale eyes fixed on hers. Making eye contact and holding it, "I apologize. I should have introduced myself before I even tried this little stunt."

He laughed, and it sounded so good natured, so pleasant. The sound made him feel sick to his stomach- so unnatural. He held out his hand- palm open.

"My name's Matthew... but everyone calls me Mattie."

[imjustlikemyfather]

Flashback | Taceant Colloquia | Barton + Tim

[fenceposterror]

Tim eyed the ID carefully, checking for any signs of forgery. Still, both cards seemed to be as they should and the information on both seemed to match as well. Nodding, the young teen swiveled his chair around until he was facing his monitor.

"Let me just double check my information, Dr. Carr." Quickly entering the proper authorization, Tim pulled up the Arkham files, searching for the doctor. The last thing he needed to do was hand out Arkham patient case files to someone who would do god knows what with them. However, the doctor was listed under authorized and Tim turned to face him again with a slight smile and a tilt of the head.

"I’m sorry, I just had to double check for safety reasons. I hope you understand. But it looks in order. Which patient was it you were looking for the file on, Dr.?"

[imjustlikemyfather]

"Oh, no! Please don't apologize- you're only doing your job. In fact, I should thank you for taking such care in protecting such things. With the state our patients are in at Arkham, well, the last thing we would need is something to push them further, you know?"

His expression changed from something more somber and business-like to warm and friendly. He didn't believe a word of what he'd said- doing his job. Yeah, that's what they said Gordon was doing when he... ugh. Not yet, first, make it seems like you're REALLY here for something.

Smile faded. Deep thought feigned.

"Ah, yes, my patient. I'm looking for information regarding a Lazlo Valentin. I believe he was apprehended around two days ago- from what I was seeing in the files we DID receive, the patient was a big drug user..."

A hand brushed back through his hair- mussing it up a little to try to feign deep though. Really, if this has been the issue, Pyg was more than happy to divulge. But... play the game, right?

Play your role, Mathis.

"I need to know exactly what was found upon his arrest so that I can treat him accurately."

[imjustlikemyfather]

Flashback | Effugiat Risus | Barton + Harley

It was a long day- there was no denying that... the new patient had been admitted and so far- no claims as to who was going to take him for psychiatric evaluation. That was quite the shame- Lazlo was quite an interesting case. Then again... maybe Barton was a little biased.

He shuffled amongst the doctors and nurses in the cafeteria- scanning amongst the faces. Thinking and considering far harder than anyone probably should have... finally his eyes landed on a friendly face. He made his way to her with a purpose, pace picking up the closer he got; he slid into place with a cheerful grin- though it didn't last.

It didn't matter who he was speaking with- didn't matter who they were to them. He needed to be careful- needed to always be careful.

"Harleen, is this seat taken, dear?"

"I of course don't mean to intrude if it is."

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[imjustlikemyfather]

Flashback | Taceant Colloquia | Barton + Tim

[fenceposterror]

Unused to being hassled by any one other than Gordon or Dan while stationed behind his desk, Tim glanced up with a start at the unfamiliar voice addressing him. A large man, jacket damp from the light rain that had been on and off all day was standing in front of his station, explaining himself and asking for files Tim wasn’t quite sure he had access to.

A quick glance around the precinct confirmed the teen’s suspicions that all other officers and detectives were currently preoccupied or away from their desks. It had been a busy day, the whether always adding to the chaos, and Tim sighed heavily, trying to remember what Dan had instructed him to do in such situations. He’d probably have to call the man to double check if he was even allowed to divulge the information but for now—

"Can I see some ID, please?"

[imjustlikemyfather]

Idiot. Introduce yourself first. Damn it. "Oh, gosh, of course." He fumbled into his jacket now producing two items- the first was a well worn leather wallet. What kind of leather was, of course, no importance- at least not in a society where people were too busy fussing about it instantly being cow and how cruel it was. Well, that's fine, the truth was probably much worse.

Swift move of his hand as the other digs around in another pocket, and it flips open to show a New Jersey state ID- his smiling face set amidst the information on it.

Matthew Carr MD

Now the other hand, brandishing a lanyard and a photo ID- this one his Arkham ID card. The asylum's logo plain as day- along with an employee ID.

Matthew Carr MD Medical Staff Maximum Security

"I hope that's satisfactory- and I do apologize, I should have really introduced myself first. It's just been a bit of a task getting the new patient settled is all..."

[imjustlikemyfather]

Flashback | Taceant Colloquia | Barton + Tim

He felt very uncomfortable here- had to hold back every last fiber within him to not turn around. Had to fight every instinct his body had to let his hair rise like hackles- this was where the enemy spend most of his time. The one who almost ruined his life- but he wasn't ready for that. Not yet at least.

Gather what you can, Barton.

Quick measured steps- attention on the first person to make eye contact with him. He halts- adjusting his jacket; face an unreadable mask- perhaps the face of someone who is looking to get things done quickly.

"Excuse me," he didn't leave a moment to reject the inquiry. Work fast. Be confident. "I'm from Arkham- we recently had a new resident sent in with regards from the precinct... and I've been told by my superiors that we hadn't received all the paperwork necessary to begin treatment- and as I'm going to be his physician- it would be in my best interests to retrieve whatever I can."

His head tilted slightly.

"Could I bother for a moment of your time?"

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I would like to just point out… that he is sewing an arm onto that fish.

I just.

Barton what are you even, you sassy asshole you?

[imjustlikemyfather]

I'm So Sincere | Barton + Barbara

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Barbara abruptly stepped to the side as the man slunk up behind her. A grimace, bordering on a snarl, pulled at her mouth. That Gordon fury inflamed in her gut, weaving into the fine lines on her forehead.  Protest hung heavy on the apex of her tongue, ready to leap from her mouth. Huffing out a short burst of air, she pursed her lips, the proverbial biting of her tongue.

She’d been so quick to anger and judgment lately ever since….the details didn’t matter. It was the after effects, the remainder, which had hung heavy on her heart. Barbara walked through life in a daze, a fog of confusion and anguish.

Swallowing down her pride, she plastered on half a smile,  the best she could muster.

                   “Really –– that’s not necessary, but thank you.”

[imjustlikemyfather]

"Honestly- I'm just a firm believer in paying it forward."

Not entirely a lie- that was the whole reason he was here, right? Paying it forward- playing a little game. Doing exactly like what was done to him- it all comes full circle eventually, right?

"Besides, heaven knows that this city can use some random kindness here and there." He managed a soft smile, (falsely) earnest and warm. "You honestly looked like you could use something to brighten your day, it's not much- but maybe you can look back on this later and smile. If not... I can at least feel good that- well- I tried."

[imjustlikemyfather]

“You know...”

A hand gracefully placed upon the counter in front of her- slowly lifting to show the money he'd placed upon it. He'd been following her for sometime now- waiting for this chance; biding his time. Nothing would be more perfect than this moment- this lapse of time in this very coffee shop could determine so many things.

This was what would make or break it all.

“A lovely girl like you shouldn't be going around with such a somber expression on her face, doesn't do you any justice.” Attention to the barista now, “Throw a venti green tea latte onto that, please, I'll take care of the bill.”

No time to object- random kindess- please, God, please... take the bait.