I'm the kaboom in the night! I'm the thief who leaves behind an explosion of color. I am FIRECRACKER!!
Yeah, that's about it. I'm here to find some villains to teach me their craft and blow shit up! I don't have my own phone, I steal 'em, but if ya have any questions for me, I'll try to answer 'em as much as I can.
Also, I steal a lot of other things. So, if you end up with somethin' other than a phone missin', it was a mugger or me! You'll never know till later, though!
He/Him
Byeee
OOC (decoded to repurpose an old blog instead of using a sideblog): I had this idea of an orphan problem starter in my head, so here we are. My plan is for him to be taken in by the Wayne family by the time he's around ten years old.
Stater here
As always, rules
Proship DNI
Homophobes DNI
Transphobes DNI
No gore, God mod, no gross stuff at ALL
I'm totally cool with threads!
Pls PLEASE interact, I wanna flesh him out more.
I'm fine with Oc blogs and regular blogs interacting.
I am also an artist, so I may or may not draw an answer. It depends on my motivation (please don't force me)
This is a KID oc, so y'all behave yourselves!
Open to heroes and villains. He's gonna be a little snarky with heroes, though.
I'm gonna be taking a break from this account. I forgot that I even have it, and there are more fandoms I'm interested in. I'm definitely not deleting or nor saying that I'm not coming back to it. Just need a break from it for now.
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
There was a girl sitting on the floor nearby, leaning against the wall with a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her lap. She gave a jaunty wave and hummed.
"You 'kay? I think y' hit y' head pretty hard somewhere."
The book was closed and set aside, and she stretched as she got to her feet, not coming over quite yet.
"....Do I look okay?" He muttered with his face against the floor. In all places, this is the last place he wanted to be. Wait...where the heck is Batman? Why did he drop him off at this...Wayne Manor? Is this his place? What is going on?!
She bit her lip nervously and lifted her hand, getting back to her feet and moving toward the door. She exchanged a couple quiet words with someone at the door and came back with a middle-aged man behind her.
Pearl lifted his head up to look at the man coming toward him. He didn't look scary, he looked...normal. A black turtle neck, brown pants, and regular black shoes.
What ever so slightly freaked him out more was the concern in the man's eyes. Or was it pity? Pearl doesn't like being pitied.
"No! My head hurts because you or...something. I don't know! I just know that when you showed up, everything went wrong!" Pearl attempts to stand up and sways a little bit.
Bruce held his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm. "Easy there, kid. I know you're upset, but you're in good hands. Now, can you sit down for me? please?"
"I don't want to sit down! I want my Harley!" Pearl saw the world swirl again and fell over.
Jade stepped up next to him, panic pulsing in the general vicinity of her chest for a split second before the logical side of her mind firmly reminded her that he would be fine, just overwhelmed. He looked way too small, even for a ten year old. Worrying.
"Y' can come down, Peter."
She mumbled, raising her head to give her brother an unimpressed look.
B gave a sigh, lifting Pearl easily to lay him back on the bed.
"We'll try again when the pain meds have worn off."
(@petercanparkacar I forgot to tag you when I made this and then just. Forgot altogether lol)
A few hours go by, and Pearl wakes up again, feeling a little bit better. Thought that meant chaos for everybody else. He has tried to set the kitchen on fire (failed), tried to run away six times (failed), and tried to bite Bruce (failed).
He's now back in the room he woke up in. Sitting on the floor by his bed and staring daggers at the door.
Bruce, or whatever his name is, told him that he was in..."time out"? What the hell even is that?!
There's a knock on the door, and he inwardly curses whoever is behind it. "Go away! I don't want your stupid dinner..."
He stared at the food as if it personally offended him. But he hasn't eaten anything since...last night. So, he begrudgingly picked up the plate and started eating.
Jade flopped down on the floor gracelessly, flexing her aching fingers and having firmly decided that Math. Freaking. Sucked. She took her own plate off the tray and started poking at it with her fork.
"Whatddya even do when y're not destroyin' things?"
Pearl looked up at her before frowning and thinking about it, "...I like lookin' at bugs...playin' with em too. Also like...makin things. When I can." The boy rumbled as he picked at the food. "I like listening to the violin too, I guess..."
"I like lookin' at spiders mostly. Tiny ones are the usual ones I see. I remember stealing a few bug books. My favorites are the rhinoceros beetle and Goliathus beetle..."
Pearl thought about a few things before taking another bite, "I like tinkering with stuff too."
A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered all the stuff he did during the day, "I'm sure you already know that, though!"
"Aww, thanks J." Peter came in, holding a plate of cookies. "Alfred made some cookies. So I brought a few up here!" Peter left them on the drawer, not forcing the kid to eat or to even touch them. He knew adjusting would be tough.
"Hey!" Peter pouted, then smiling. He knew the joke was in good nature. His eyes glittered seeing Jade interact with the kid. There was something...different in how she acted. But it was a good different. He liked seeing the Jade that spoke so easily to kids. The Jade that smiled when talking about bugs.
It was nice.
"I'm not lacking in braincells. Just too busy using them in other fields of work!" Peter held up a blueprint, the design being something he had worked on for a while. Then he put it back in his pocket. "And do not bring up the Incident. I had not slept for 2 days and forgot that wall was there." Peter grumbled.
The two's bickering actually made Pearl chuckle a little bit. But he quickly hid it with a small cough. He, however, eyed the cookies for a few minutes. They did look good.
He quickly reached and snatched a few. Still not quite trusting these people, but he hasn't had anything sweet in a while. He bit one of the cookies, and his eyes widened.
Ooc post: Introduction to Pearl, the little menace
Name: Pearl Vanity
Aliases: Jermaine Smith (don’t call him that), Firecracker (he calls himself that), Pearl Vanity (a full name he made up for himself)
Gender/Pronouns: He/Him - Cis
Age: Ten
Height: 4’6
Birthdate: July 4th (It’s not, but he chose that day as his birthday 'cause he can)
Weight/Build: Scrawny and lanky little dude
Birthplace: Metropolis
Nationality: N/a
Personal information
Personality: This child is the embodiment of a firework and Red Bull. He never sits down. And when he does sit down, something on him is still moving. Also, he wants to be the greatest super villain ever to live! His main inspirations are Harley Quinn and Catwoman. You CANNOT tell him what to do. The only way you can get him to do something is by bribery. Gets distracted very easily.
Stubborn as all heck, so he refuses to back down from anything. Very sarcastic, intelligent, competitive, and witty. Also very loud and argumentative. Will argue with you all day, every day if you let him. And can make a gadget or weapon from street trash.
Deep-rooted fear of abandonment
Likes: Pick pocketing, coloring books, candy (DO NOT GIVE THIS CHILD CANDY!), skating, apple pie, BLTs, and being a menace to society.
Dislikes: Pink, The Joker, The Penguin, Batman, boredom, anchovies, catfish, dogs, and vegetables.
Fears: Being alone and the dark.
Habits: Fidgeting, picking at his skin, biting his nails.
Hobbies: Making dolls/plushies, tinkering, coloring in coloring books, painting, bedazzling, building gadgets, bedazzling anything in his vicinity, and creating colorful bombs.
Occupation: Hazard to everyday life
Combat information:
Strengths: Agility, tinkering entillegence(?), and speed (not superhuman speed. He’s just pretty fast).
Weaknesses: Imposter syndrome - Despite being really clever, he secretly fears he isn't "evil enough" or that a hero will discover he’s just a scared kid, causing him to overcompensate in dangerous ways.
He tests boundaries to their limit just to see if the people around will abandon him because…that’s just what he’s used to. He has this one stuffed bunny toy he’s had for years. It was from his first home. If anything happens to it, God help the people around him.
Ego
He believes he’s smarter than everybody else. Especially adults, which leads to him not listening to anyone very often. Also leads to a lot of underestimation.
Weapons/equipment: Bombs, a pocket knife, and fireworks.
Alignment: Aspiring to be chaotic evil
Villain/hero/citizen/etc: Villain
Important relationships
Family: None. Bounces from home to home, foster care to foster care.
Friends: N/a
Enemies: The bat family, The Joker, The Penguin, and anybody who attempts to get in his way or irritates him.
Allies: None yet
Other
Physical conditions?: None (does vitiligo count?)
Mental conditions: ADHD & Dyslexia
Allergies: Pollen and cats
Voice claim: Darwin (The Amazing World of Gumball)
Background:
Jermaine was put up for adoption when he was around five months old. His parents loved him, but they just couldn’t take care of him. He’s been from home to home for as long as he can remember. Six families within the span of nine-ish years.
The last home he was placed in was a group home. He ran away from there and set out to look for his idol. Long story short, he spent a year having reckless fun with Harley and Joker (regrettably with Joker around).
After a little incident involving an ice cream truck crash with Pearl not being strapped in, he's now in Wayne Manor. Getting on everybody's nerves.
Character inspiration (in order): Ekko, Powder, Yuwen, Vannelope, Mabel Pines, Nimona, & Amanda the Adventurer.
Style: It's a mix of everything. He never sticks to one aesthetic for too long.
Looking for peeps (specifically batfam peeps) to roleplay with! I want this little munchkin to be fleshed out a little bit more. If you're a Batman/Bruce RP peep, go here to join the thread!
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
There was a girl sitting on the floor nearby, leaning against the wall with a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her lap. She gave a jaunty wave and hummed.
"You 'kay? I think y' hit y' head pretty hard somewhere."
The book was closed and set aside, and she stretched as she got to her feet, not coming over quite yet.
"....Do I look okay?" He muttered with his face against the floor. In all places, this is the last place he wanted to be. Wait...where the heck is Batman? Why did he drop him off at this...Wayne Manor? Is this his place? What is going on?!
She bit her lip nervously and lifted her hand, getting back to her feet and moving toward the door. She exchanged a couple quiet words with someone at the door and came back with a middle-aged man behind her.
Pearl lifted his head up to look at the man coming toward him. He didn't look scary, he looked...normal. A black turtle neck, brown pants, and regular black shoes.
What ever so slightly freaked him out more was the concern in the man's eyes. Or was it pity? Pearl doesn't like being pitied.
"No! My head hurts because you or...something. I don't know! I just know that when you showed up, everything went wrong!" Pearl attempts to stand up and sways a little bit.
Bruce held his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm. "Easy there, kid. I know you're upset, but you're in good hands. Now, can you sit down for me? please?"
"I don't want to sit down! I want my Harley!" Pearl saw the world swirl again and fell over.
Jade stepped up next to him, panic pulsing in the general vicinity of her chest for a split second before the logical side of her mind firmly reminded her that he would be fine, just overwhelmed. He looked way too small, even for a ten year old. Worrying.
"Y' can come down, Peter."
She mumbled, raising her head to give her brother an unimpressed look.
B gave a sigh, lifting Pearl easily to lay him back on the bed.
"We'll try again when the pain meds have worn off."
(@petercanparkacar I forgot to tag you when I made this and then just. Forgot altogether lol)
A few hours go by, and Pearl wakes up again, feeling a little bit better. Thought that meant chaos for everybody else. He has tried to set the kitchen on fire (failed), tried to run away six times (failed), and tried to bite Bruce (failed).
He's now back in the room he woke up in. Sitting on the floor by his bed and staring daggers at the door.
Bruce, or whatever his name is, told him that he was in..."time out"? What the hell even is that?!
There's a knock on the door, and he inwardly curses whoever is behind it. "Go away! I don't want your stupid dinner..."
He stared at the food as if it personally offended him. But he hasn't eaten anything since...last night. So, he begrudgingly picked up the plate and started eating.
Jade flopped down on the floor gracelessly, flexing her aching fingers and having firmly decided that Math. Freaking. Sucked. She took her own plate off the tray and started poking at it with her fork.
"Whatddya even do when y're not destroyin' things?"
Pearl looked up at her before frowning and thinking about it, "...I like lookin' at bugs...playin' with em too. Also like...makin things. When I can." The boy rumbled as he picked at the food. "I like listening to the violin too, I guess..."
"I like lookin' at spiders mostly. Tiny ones are the usual ones I see. I remember stealing a few bug books. My favorites are the rhinoceros beetle and Goliathus beetle..."
Pearl thought about a few things before taking another bite, "I like tinkering with stuff too."
A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered all the stuff he did during the day, "I'm sure you already know that, though!"
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
There was a girl sitting on the floor nearby, leaning against the wall with a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her lap. She gave a jaunty wave and hummed.
"You 'kay? I think y' hit y' head pretty hard somewhere."
The book was closed and set aside, and she stretched as she got to her feet, not coming over quite yet.
"....Do I look okay?" He muttered with his face against the floor. In all places, this is the last place he wanted to be. Wait...where the heck is Batman? Why did he drop him off at this...Wayne Manor? Is this his place? What is going on?!
She bit her lip nervously and lifted her hand, getting back to her feet and moving toward the door. She exchanged a couple quiet words with someone at the door and came back with a middle-aged man behind her.
Pearl lifted his head up to look at the man coming toward him. He didn't look scary, he looked...normal. A black turtle neck, brown pants, and regular black shoes.
What ever so slightly freaked him out more was the concern in the man's eyes. Or was it pity? Pearl doesn't like being pitied.
"No! My head hurts because you or...something. I don't know! I just know that when you showed up, everything went wrong!" Pearl attempts to stand up and sways a little bit.
Bruce held his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm. "Easy there, kid. I know you're upset, but you're in good hands. Now, can you sit down for me? please?"
"I don't want to sit down! I want my Harley!" Pearl saw the world swirl again and fell over.
Jade stepped up next to him, panic pulsing in the general vicinity of her chest for a split second before the logical side of her mind firmly reminded her that he would be fine, just overwhelmed. He looked way too small, even for a ten year old. Worrying.
"Y' can come down, Peter."
She mumbled, raising her head to give her brother an unimpressed look.
B gave a sigh, lifting Pearl easily to lay him back on the bed.
"We'll try again when the pain meds have worn off."
(@petercanparkacar I forgot to tag you when I made this and then just. Forgot altogether lol)
A few hours go by, and Pearl wakes up again, feeling a little bit better. Thought that meant chaos for everybody else. He has tried to set the kitchen on fire (failed), tried to run away six times (failed), and tried to bite Bruce (failed).
He's now back in the room he woke up in. Sitting on the floor by his bed and staring daggers at the door.
Bruce, or whatever his name is, told him that he was in..."time out"? What the hell even is that?!
There's a knock on the door, and he inwardly curses whoever is behind it. "Go away! I don't want your stupid dinner..."
He stared at the food as if it personally offended him. But he hasn't eaten anything since...last night. So, he begrudgingly picked up the plate and started eating.
Jade flopped down on the floor gracelessly, flexing her aching fingers and having firmly decided that Math. Freaking. Sucked. She took her own plate off the tray and started poking at it with her fork.
"Whatddya even do when y're not destroyin' things?"
Pearl looked up at her before frowning and thinking about it, "...I like lookin' at bugs...playin' with em too. Also like...makin things. When I can." The boy rumbled as he picked at the food. "I like listening to the violin too, I guess..."
"I like lookin' at spiders mostly. Tiny ones are the usual ones I see. I remember stealing a few bug books. My favorites are the rhinoceros beetle and Goliathus beetle..."
Pearl thought about a few things before taking another bite, "I like tinkering with stuff too."
A smirk appeared on his face as he remembered all the stuff he did during the day, "I'm sure you already know that, though!"
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
There was a girl sitting on the floor nearby, leaning against the wall with a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her lap. She gave a jaunty wave and hummed.
"You 'kay? I think y' hit y' head pretty hard somewhere."
The book was closed and set aside, and she stretched as she got to her feet, not coming over quite yet.
"....Do I look okay?" He muttered with his face against the floor. In all places, this is the last place he wanted to be. Wait...where the heck is Batman? Why did he drop him off at this...Wayne Manor? Is this his place? What is going on?!
She bit her lip nervously and lifted her hand, getting back to her feet and moving toward the door. She exchanged a couple quiet words with someone at the door and came back with a middle-aged man behind her.
Pearl lifted his head up to look at the man coming toward him. He didn't look scary, he looked...normal. A black turtle neck, brown pants, and regular black shoes.
What ever so slightly freaked him out more was the concern in the man's eyes. Or was it pity? Pearl doesn't like being pitied.
"No! My head hurts because you or...something. I don't know! I just know that when you showed up, everything went wrong!" Pearl attempts to stand up and sways a little bit.
Bruce held his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm. "Easy there, kid. I know you're upset, but you're in good hands. Now, can you sit down for me? please?"
"I don't want to sit down! I want my Harley!" Pearl saw the world swirl again and fell over.
Jade stepped up next to him, panic pulsing in the general vicinity of her chest for a split second before the logical side of her mind firmly reminded her that he would be fine, just overwhelmed. He looked way too small, even for a ten year old. Worrying.
"Y' can come down, Peter."
She mumbled, raising her head to give her brother an unimpressed look.
B gave a sigh, lifting Pearl easily to lay him back on the bed.
"We'll try again when the pain meds have worn off."
(@petercanparkacar I forgot to tag you when I made this and then just. Forgot altogether lol)
A few hours go by, and Pearl wakes up again, feeling a little bit better. Thought that meant chaos for everybody else. He has tried to set the kitchen on fire (failed), tried to run away six times (failed), and tried to bite Bruce (failed).
He's now back in the room he woke up in. Sitting on the floor by his bed and staring daggers at the door.
Bruce, or whatever his name is, told him that he was in..."time out"? What the hell even is that?!
There's a knock on the door, and he inwardly curses whoever is behind it. "Go away! I don't want your stupid dinner..."
He stared at the food as if it personally offended him. But he hasn't eaten anything since...last night. So, he begrudgingly picked up the plate and started eating.
Jade flopped down on the floor gracelessly, flexing her aching fingers and having firmly decided that Math. Freaking. Sucked. She took her own plate off the tray and started poking at it with her fork.
"Whatddya even do when y're not destroyin' things?"
Pearl looked up at her before frowning and thinking about it, "...I like lookin' at bugs...playin' with em too. Also like...makin things. When I can." The boy rumbled as he picked at the food. "I like listening to the violin too, I guess..."
Oh c'mon, finee. I won't touch you. I heard you like animals though, so I hope birds count. I found a little chick earlier, the mama got killed by a fox. I think it's a... oh that's hilarious, I think it's a Robin. No pun intended. Uh. Want it? *She holds out the little red-breasted chick*
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
There was a girl sitting on the floor nearby, leaning against the wall with a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her lap. She gave a jaunty wave and hummed.
"You 'kay? I think y' hit y' head pretty hard somewhere."
The book was closed and set aside, and she stretched as she got to her feet, not coming over quite yet.
"....Do I look okay?" He muttered with his face against the floor. In all places, this is the last place he wanted to be. Wait...where the heck is Batman? Why did he drop him off at this...Wayne Manor? Is this his place? What is going on?!
She bit her lip nervously and lifted her hand, getting back to her feet and moving toward the door. She exchanged a couple quiet words with someone at the door and came back with a middle-aged man behind her.
Pearl lifted his head up to look at the man coming toward him. He didn't look scary, he looked...normal. A black turtle neck, brown pants, and regular black shoes.
What ever so slightly freaked him out more was the concern in the man's eyes. Or was it pity? Pearl doesn't like being pitied.
"No! My head hurts because you or...something. I don't know! I just know that when you showed up, everything went wrong!" Pearl attempts to stand up and sways a little bit.
Bruce held his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm. "Easy there, kid. I know you're upset, but you're in good hands. Now, can you sit down for me? please?"
"I don't want to sit down! I want my Harley!" Pearl saw the world swirl again and fell over.
Jade stepped up next to him, panic pulsing in the general vicinity of her chest for a split second before the logical side of her mind firmly reminded her that he would be fine, just overwhelmed. He looked way too small, even for a ten year old. Worrying.
"Y' can come down, Peter."
She mumbled, raising her head to give her brother an unimpressed look.
B gave a sigh, lifting Pearl easily to lay him back on the bed.
"We'll try again when the pain meds have worn off."
(@petercanparkacar I forgot to tag you when I made this and then just. Forgot altogether lol)
A few hours go by, and Pearl wakes up again, feeling a little bit better. Thought that meant chaos for everybody else. He has tried to set the kitchen on fire (failed), tried to run away six times (failed), and tried to bite Bruce (failed).
He's now back in the room he woke up in. Sitting on the floor by his bed and staring daggers at the door.
Bruce, or whatever his name is, told him that he was in..."time out"? What the hell even is that?!
There's a knock on the door, and he inwardly curses whoever is behind it. "Go away! I don't want your stupid dinner..."
He stared at the food as if it personally offended him. But he hasn't eaten anything since...last night. So, he begrudgingly picked up the plate and started eating.
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
There was a girl sitting on the floor nearby, leaning against the wall with a copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her lap. She gave a jaunty wave and hummed.
"You 'kay? I think y' hit y' head pretty hard somewhere."
The book was closed and set aside, and she stretched as she got to her feet, not coming over quite yet.
"....Do I look okay?" He muttered with his face against the floor. In all places, this is the last place he wanted to be. Wait...where the heck is Batman? Why did he drop him off at this...Wayne Manor? Is this his place? What is going on?!
She bit her lip nervously and lifted her hand, getting back to her feet and moving toward the door. She exchanged a couple quiet words with someone at the door and came back with a middle-aged man behind her.
Pearl lifted his head up to look at the man coming toward him. He didn't look scary, he looked...normal. A black turtle neck, brown pants, and regular black shoes.
What ever so slightly freaked him out more was the concern in the man's eyes. Or was it pity? Pearl doesn't like being pitied.
"No! My head hurts because you or...something. I don't know! I just know that when you showed up, everything went wrong!" Pearl attempts to stand up and sways a little bit.
Bruce held his hands up to show he didn't mean any harm. "Easy there, kid. I know you're upset, but you're in good hands. Now, can you sit down for me? please?"
"I don't want to sit down! I want my Harley!" Pearl saw the world swirl again and fell over.
Jade stepped up next to him, panic pulsing in the general vicinity of her chest for a split second before the logical side of her mind firmly reminded her that he would be fine, just overwhelmed. He looked way too small, even for a ten year old. Worrying.
"Y' can come down, Peter."
She mumbled, raising her head to give her brother an unimpressed look.
B gave a sigh, lifting Pearl easily to lay him back on the bed.
"We'll try again when the pain meds have worn off."
(@petercanparkacar I forgot to tag you when I made this and then just. Forgot altogether lol)
A few hours go by, and Pearl wakes up again, feeling a little bit better. Thought that meant chaos for everybody else. He has tried to set the kitchen on fire (failed), tried to run away six times (failed), and tried to bite Bruce (failed).
He's now back in the room he woke up in. Sitting on the floor by his bed and staring daggers at the door.
Bruce, or whatever his name is, told him that he was in..."time out"? What the hell even is that?!
There's a knock on the door, and he inwardly curses whoever is behind it. "Go away! I don't want your stupid dinner..."
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
"But...no! I want Harley!" He pushed her hand away and tried to crawl off the other side of the bed. To him, she's not gonna be much help, so he's on his own.
"kid, for one, you are currently highh on pain meds. dont attempt to get up again or i will have hood come and strap you to the bed, you have a fricking concussion."
[she picks you up gently and sets you back in the bed]
"and dont try me, im running on redbull and spite. do you want water?"
Pearl moves his other arm to take the bottle and open it. He is, however, too in the clouds to have enough strength to open the damn thing. And the sheer unwillingness of the bottle, and the strange environment, is enough to drive him to tears...
Pearl takes the water and starts to drink from the bottle. Sighing as his throat felt a bit better. After the bottle was nearly finished, he leaned his head against her shoulder.
"...Tired...Where is Buttman?" Pearl giggled to himself. He loved calling Batman that.
The boy simply falls asleep. The bottle in his hand falling to the floor. He's going to fight like a feral kitten when he wakes up. But for now, he'll rest. This lady makes him feel calm enough to relax, just a little.
[she leaves the water for now, in order to curl protectively around pearl, fiercely wanting to protect him from the rest of the world. she traces the scar on her upper arm that had come from harleys 'warning' when she was 11]
"i promise im not gonna let them hurt you anymore."
A couple of hours go by, and Pearl wakes up looking around. No, no, no, NO! He's not supposed to be here! He fell off the bed but landed on his feet this time.
(Ooc: I'm so freaking sorry for ghosting you. I've been a little busy. If you don't want to continue with this RP, that's understandable.)
"I don't give a darn who you're influenced by, let go of me-" *Pearl finds himself softly tossed onto the medbay bed. The lady standing over him gives him a certain kind of look that tells him to sit tf down. However, he's never been one to listen to authority that doesn't agree with him.*
"alright, chick. im not gonna say this again. try and come past me, i will scruff you. if you assault me, i will fuck you up. try and make an attempt on my life, i will-actually i wont do that, but hood might."
[she sighs]
"look, hatchling, i dont wanna hurt you. so please, stay put?"
Pearl, the ten-year-old, couldn't be happier about his life right now. He was taken in by his favorite person, Harley! Yeah, mean, weirdo Joker is there too, but whatever! Harley is the one he really cares about. She taught him how to make bombs, shoot a gun, steal properly, and she even made him a jumbo hammer like hers!
Living in their secret base is fun too. No sleep schedule, he eats whatever he wants, and every day is fun! Fun! FUN! He sleeps in a small carousel that's always lit up, so he doesn't have to be afraid of the dark. When the Joker is being a jerk, Harley takes Pearl to her other hideout. A whole abandoned mall full of clothes! She sleeps in one of the mattress stores.
While he's there, he gets to have all the clothes he wants! And fun sleep-overs too! Speaking of clothes, he wears whatever he wants! Like right now, he's wearing a sparkly and fluffy dress while tossing bombs out of an ice cream truck. His life couldn't get any better!
Joker was at the steering wheel, laughing like a madman. Harley was at the back, tossing more hazardous bombs while Pearl threw smoke ones. The smoke bombs were just as lethal. Packing the same heat as pepper spray. Pearl didn't see Harley or the Joker as his parents. He never wanted parents and just doesn't need em. The memories he has of his parents aren't all that great. No, Harley and Joker are like siblings! They are just as immature and childish as he is.
Of course, Buttman and his stupid robins had to come in and ruin everything!
One moment, things were totally epic. Batman landed on the roof of the truck. Pearl was about to use his rocket launcher to blow him off the top with a sparkling, fiery finish.
When the truck swerved and collided with something.
The last thing Pearl sees is Harley and Joker being taken away before his consciousness slips. Joker laughing, Harley reaching for him.
Batman, otherwise known as Bruce Wayne, had a habit of picking up Gotham orphans and adopting them, so to speak. In his eyes, Pearl is no different. Okay, well, he is different. Pearl was looked after by two villains who are…thorns in his side, to be put lightly. But he knows putting a child like Pearl in the foster system would be idiotic. And to be honest…putting Pearl in a foster system would be hell for the people willing to take him in. Especially the other children.
He wanted to give this kid a chance...
[Current time 9:56 AM]
The boy wakes up and finds himself in an unfamiliar bed...what the hell?
"But...no! I want Harley!" He pushed her hand away and tried to crawl off the other side of the bed. To him, she's not gonna be much help, so he's on his own.
"kid, for one, you are currently highh on pain meds. dont attempt to get up again or i will have hood come and strap you to the bed, you have a fricking concussion."
[she picks you up gently and sets you back in the bed]
"and dont try me, im running on redbull and spite. do you want water?"
Pearl moves his other arm to take the bottle and open it. He is, however, too in the clouds to have enough strength to open the damn thing. And the sheer unwillingness of the bottle, and the strange environment, is enough to drive him to tears...
Pearl takes the water and starts to drink from the bottle. Sighing as his throat felt a bit better. After the bottle was nearly finished, he leaned his head against her shoulder.
"...Tired...Where is Buttman?" Pearl giggled to himself. He loved calling Batman that.
The boy simply falls asleep. The bottle in his hand falling to the floor. He's going to fight like a feral kitten when he wakes up. But for now, he'll rest. This lady makes him feel calm enough to relax, just a little.
[she leaves the water for now, in order to curl protectively around pearl, fiercely wanting to protect him from the rest of the world. she traces the scar on her upper arm that had come from harleys 'warning' when she was 11]
"i promise im not gonna let them hurt you anymore."
A couple of hours go by, and Pearl wakes up looking around. No, no, no, NO! He's not supposed to be here! He fell off the bed but landed on his feet this time.
(Ooc: I'm so freaking sorry for ghosting you. I've been a little busy. If you don't want to continue with this RP, that's understandable.)
"I don't give a darn who you're influenced by, let go of me-" *Pearl finds himself softly tossed onto the medbay bed. The lady standing over him gives him a certain kind of look that tells him to sit tf down. However, he's never been one to listen to authority that doesn't agree with him.*
