A Good Kind of Insanity

Independent Jack Ryder / The Creeper RP Account Of DC Comics

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arkhamsirensong:

She nodded while listening to his description, still unsure of what was being taken but reasonably sure that she didn’t like what it did to Creeper. Not that his description of the pills helped, but it was good to know how they effected him. Probably a run-of-the-mill antipsychotic, given what they were trying to ‘treat’. “No I will not check you for ticks. You’re on your own with that one.” But she didn’t sound too grouchy about it at least, it was all just a matter of getting used to how odd Creeper could be. “I think if you want to save yourself some trouble, flush what’s left of the pills and bring me the bottle so I can see what it says. You can scribble over your other half’s name if you want to keep that a secret, I just need to see the dose and name of the drug. You can bring it to my any time, and I’ll start seeing what I can do about it and make sure Gotham doesn’t have to go without Creeper again.” 

“Sure thing, Babe. Those poprocks were the first things to go when I came back, the bottle’s already long since emptied and refilled with Pez. I’ll see what I can salvage off the label- can’t be too careful, huh? Gotta keep some things secret, even from my doctor.” Honestly he had no idea what kind of information on the bottle could be used to trace him to Jack Ryder, but all of it felt like a bit of a gamble. Even if they were arguing right now, even if Jack had essentially tried to kill off the Creeper personality, it didn’t mean he deserved to-... Hmm. “Actually, on second thought, maybe I should tell you. Then I might get a little peace of mind, knowing I can go to sleep and still exist in the morning. What have I got to lose? I’d probably get to stretch my legs more often that way.”

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conuxdrum:

       ❝ Try telling that to the judge. ❞ He shrugged nonchalantly, pulling up the game of Tetris on his screen  to  finish  the level. Creeper was no threat to him. Sure he was scary at first but after a while it’s pretty obvious he  has a few screw loose.

“Hey, now you’re just trying to throw me off. I almost forgot, there’s no way I could go to court, I’m not human. The laws of nature cannot bind the Creeper, and the laws of man don’t exist in the eyes of nature! So quit it. You’re doing somethin’ illegal, right? C’mon, throw me a bone, I can’t do anything if it’s not illegal.”

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arkhamsirensong:

“Hey, Gotham is your home too. No need to leave it.” Besides, she doubted he’d find much of a warm welcome anywhere else and this city suited him. “Oh so that’s where you’ve been? That’s a shame, do you know who’s been prescribing him the pills? In fact if you have the pills with you or know where they are, I’d like to take a look.” She was rather curious about what exactly it was that was keeping Creeper contained, even when he did things like pinch her face up like she was a cartoon. At least by this point, she knew better than to try and struggle out of his hold. Sometimes, it was just easier to let Creeper be Creeper. 

Even if it made her cheeks hurt. 

“I’ll see about having a word with the doctor first so you don’t have to give up your identity to me. And if that doesn’t work, I’d be happy to talk to your crazier half.” It was troubling her that any antipsychotic might actually keep a change as strong as becoming the Creeper from happening. “Do you feel any different when the pills are taken? Stuck? Lethargic? Sick? Or do you just feel like you don’t exist?” Worry. That was worry in her voice. 

At her prompt to show the pills, he patted himself down, as if checking the pockets on a suit jacket. “Ah, sorry, Babe. Must’ve left ‘em in my other tux.” He tapped the edge of his smile with one pointed red finger, cartoonishly contemplative. “Well, they’re not that big. Pill shape, y’know? Kinda oval, got a line in the middle for cutting it in half. Heh, you’d know best, huh? I shoulda come to you ages ago. You’re the best doctor I’ve ever had.” Granted, the other doctors he’d seen were ones like Doctor Isley or Crane, meaning the bar for Juliet was set incredibly low. She hadn’t tried to kill him, that he knew of, and that put her in first place in his books.

“It’s kinda hard to explain what it’s like, if you don’t do it yourself. Normally, I can still see and hear everything he does, and I can talk like always, but only he can hear me when I do. After, it’s more like...” He waved his hands around, trying to find the words to explain the feeling. “Kinda like I fell asleep. Sometimes I see and hear stuff, but nobody answers when I try to talk, and I’m real tired all the time. Heh. I’ve never known you to sound concerned for anybody, Babe. Maybe you oughtta check me for ticks too, huh?” All the while, the Jack Ryder personality was loudly arguing with everything he was saying, but the Creeper half just took to tuning him out. Something they’d had to do now and again while fighting crime or broadcasting live, but now it was more out of spite than the need to focus.

[arkhamsirensong]

“I don’t think he really knows everything.” At least, she hoped not. “It’s not hard to get his attention with the bat signal, but give him some time and he’ll trust you. I think he trusts you more than he lets on anyway.” A reassuring smile, patting his shoulder. There was a flash of a look on her face that said she knew he’d chat up Ivy if he had a chance. He chatted up every woman he met in a costume, it seemed. And it was certainly one of his charming points. 

“Are you glad to be back in Gotham? I’m sure lowlifes in every corner are already hearing your laugh when they least expect it.” She knew of a few that still claimed to hear that laugh in their sleep, which in its own way was quite amusing. 

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Mentioning his laugh only spurred one on, though it was short-lived enough. The smile stayed in place, of course. “You think so? Heh, I think I’ll stick around for a while. But you’re never sure when the meds will kick in, huh? Heh, you’re a doctor, you oughta talk to my crazy side about those sugarpills he keeps taking. They’re supposed to get rid of me, and I hate to admit it, but they actually work most of the time.” He grimaced, but kept clenched teeth in a twisted mixed-up grin. 

“If I can be honest real quick- he just forgot a dose this morning, and here I am. But hearing from a pretty face like yours that he should bin those nasty things just might work, huh? Say somethin’ like,” He held the bottom of her face and pinched her lips to mock her speaking. It even came along with a feigned higher-pitch in his voice. “’With great power comes great responsibility’, it’s your obligation to keep lettin’ me out,” he let her face go when he was finished. “’Cause it turns out that my kryptonite is a glorified nicotine patch, and he keeps doin’ it on purpose! It’s inhumane, right?”

[magnxtic-flux]

Flux let out a short laugh before going straight-faced. “Funny as that was, I’m doing the latter. Create some chaos, pick and choose who to toy with in the crowds–that sort of thing. Might see if I can stick them to a light post, though.”

[jackcreeper-blog]

“That’s gotta be the fastest confession I’ve ever heard. But thinkin’ about a crime isn’t illegal, y’know? I got in trouble for that last week. I gotta have a track record or somethin’ before I’m allowed to try lickin’ you. You got a name I can Google real quick?”

[nverheardof]

   “Oh– I’m – a good guy, I’m not trying to sell you anything.     … But… level with me here, dude, if I was trying to sell you       something, would you buy it or totally be like, see ya, weirdo?      I’m just wondering.”

[jackcreeper-blog]

“S’gotta depend on what it is. I turned a guy down for dismemberment insurance last week, but if you’re selling guide cookies, well, I’m a sucker for the chocolate ones. Just one problem- no pockets. The high price of fashion, am I right?”

[riddlcr-deactivated20210112]

                        ❝ Reasonable doubt. ❞ The same reason that he didn’t have twenty to life at Blackgate and why Joker was still alive. Batman’s interference has caused reasonable doubt for those few juries that wouldn’t want to put an innocent man behind bars for life. After all, according to the doctors, it’s not his fault he has a need to leave clues at crime scenes.

[jackcreeper-blog]

“Ah, you’re kiddin’, right? Reasonable doubt? I’ve caught scarier guys than you, some of which exploded on me. You’re the one to reasonably doubt, not me. I might still be a little, heh, yellow, but I’ve done nothin’ but good.”

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“Hey, psst. What’s the magnet symbol for? Advertising your tendency to stick to refrigerators, or on your way to something illegal?”

[arkhamsirensong]

“Yes, that Ivy. We get along, she’s not entirely evil. Rather, she prefers plants over humans. If she’s largely left alone with her plants, she seems content. And I am very good with plants.” She couldn’t help the smirk on her face regarding James Bond, and nudged him lightly in the ribs, “I think you would put Bond to shame. Do try to keep it to yourself that I am on good terms with Ivy, because just as it is somewhat questionable at work that I know you, it would be questionable that I know her as well. I have all the best friends, it seems.” It might not have been altogether prudent to expect him to keep that to himself, and she was well aware of it. But that was just part of knowing Creeper, and it was accepted. “Does Batman know you’re back?”

[jackcreeper-blog]

“What, you mean the same Batman? I’m sure he knows what I had for breakfast, forget about what city I’m in- especially if it’s his city. Am I supposed to send him a memo? I wouldn’t know his zip code, heh.” He seemed a little embarrassed to admit he didn’t know where the infamous Batcave was, but then, he supposed Batman wouldn’t tell his own mother where that was. ”You know, he probably already knows all about your friends. He knows mine. Then again, I never was good with secrets, myself. Heh, or plants, but I’d make an exception for a girl like Ivy. Mrow. Can’t say I blame you for that one, Babe. I’d wanna chat her up too.”

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[arkhamsirensong]

“Probably a Scythe, yes.” She eyed him with an inquisitive look, leaning back a little and resting her chin on her hand as she let him name off all of the invisible- but no doubt real- past injuries. “It’s a good thing you heal so well.” And with that she smiled, and shifted to lift her shirt enough to show her navel and three clean white lines around it, “Stabbed in a back alley, Ivy came to my rescue a bit, patched me up enough to get to a hospital.” And then she lifted her skirt only to show her outer thigh, “This long one was another stabbing. Different person.” And another on her arm, “Zsasz, at work. I don’t seem to fare well around sharp things.” But she didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest. “Oh, and here,” She pointed at her hand, “My cat got a little feisty.” A few little long white lines trailed the back of her hand as she cast down the other scars by comparing them to the remains of playing with her cat.

[jackcreeper-blog]

“Ivy?” He held up both hands and waved them back and forth. “Hold on, back it up! You mean Ivy Ivy, right? The one with the plants and the kisses and the big red tag that says ‘Off Limits’ around her neck? What kinda favour did she owe you? ‘Cause, y’know, I might still be new, but I’m not that new! I got that one right on the Hero Exam!” Zsasz and the cat made sense, and the Creeper didn’t have much of a scope for how serious a stab might’ve been at the time. He brushed all of them off as cat scratches, but having a super-powered villainess come to her rescue was definitely strange. “Last time one of the rogues ‘helped’ me, I was knocked out and tied to a table. It’s not as kinky as it sounds, imagine more of a James Bond death trap, where I’m in a snazzy suit and getting a new babe in every city, but I’ll let your imagination fill in the details. Ivy rescuing someone would definitely involve being tied to a table and-... Wait, was it that kind of rescue? Don’t suppose you got any tapes of it, huh?”

[riddlcr-deactivated20210112]

                      ❝ You can’t prove that. You’re the last one to touch the                           mouse.  How  do  I  not  know  you’re  the  one  that                           Googled  those   sites?   Should   I   be   calling   the                           authorities on your disastrously deeds? ❞ All was calm. His voice and body language held no threat, in fact they were both in a rather playful mode. Maybe it had something to do with him relishing in the Creeper’s history for beating up the Joker. But that soon changed when his mother was brought in the conversation. Fingers viced his arms, had he no gloves, the nails would have struck blood by now.                         ❝ Don’t know, don’t care. ❞

[jackcreeper-blog]

“What, me? No way anyone would take your word over mine!- I’ve never gone to Arkham!” He held up both of his red-gloved hands and waved them back and forth. “Why would anyone think I’d used your computer, in the first place? That doesn’t even make sense! I’ve got a perfectly clean track record, thank you!”

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“Whoa, jeez, another costume... I need to get a memo on all these outfits and symbols! Gimme a hint here, am I s’posed to help you, or fight you, or are you just trying to sell me insurance?”

[arkhamsirensong]

“If Harley misses you, then she is so beside herself she hasn’t said anything. Ivy never misses anyone though, that is just who she is.” She smirked, knowing he may well go look for Harley later. “But yes, I am the same as always. A few new scars, shorter hair. And you look the same as always.” It was a good thing.

[jackcreeper-blog]

“New scars, huh? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He straightened his stance, and pointed at a spot on his chest. It had no mark, but he looked down at it as if he could see one anyway. “I got hit with an axe just there.” Next, at his temple, smiling wide and tipping his head so show another non-existent mark. “And I got shot here. I had a car hit me there,” the side of his leg, then his upper arm, “And got cut with...” He hesitated a beat. The smile faded into a squint and half-pout. “What’re those things called, with the big blade part on a stick... Sickle? Scythe? You know the thing I mean, huh? You could see right through to the bone, you woulda loved it, Babe.” His smile returned and the blank white eyes looked at her expectantly. “Your turn!”

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[arkhamsirensong]

“Oh dear, I didn’t mean to correct you. Just wondering over your therapist. I’m actually rather certain you have good willpower. And you know, I think a few of the rogues breathed a sigh of relief when you vanished. You were a worry point for them.”

[jackcreeper-blog]

“Heh, same Juliet I remember. Just a haircut or two different. Do go on, you know I live for the praise, especially when it’s coming from measurements like yours. Who missed me? Harley Quinn, right? Poison Ivy? Calendar Girl?”