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𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

a lovely nonnie requested some prompts that a hero might say to a villain who’s either becoming or showing the potential to become a good person, and additionally things that a villain might say to a hero who’s either becoming or showing the potential to become a villain! spicy stuff, nonnie! i hope these are close to what you were looking for!

hero speaking to villain

“ if only you could see what i see… “

“ you could be so much more, you know. “

“ don’t be what they made you… “

“ can’t you see that you’re better than this?! “

“ there’s goodness in you. i can see it… “

“ you don’t have to do this! “

“ you could be anything you wanted… is this truly what you want to be? “

“ when i look at you, i don’t see someone who’s evil, cruel, bad… i see someone who’s lost. who feels alone. but you’re not alone. you have me. “

“ i won’t hurt you. i don’t care what happens. you can do whatever you want. but i will not hurt you. “

“ everyone thinks i should kill you. but they’re wrong. you’re a good person. i don’t care what they say. you’re a good person in a bad situation. you don’t deserve to die for that. “

“ please! don’t do this! let me help you! “

“ why do you do these terrible things? “

“ bad people don’t feel bad after hurting others. “

“ you’re not a monster. “

“ don’t let them control you. you can do great things! “

“ fine! don’t be their hero! be a hero to one person! just one person! “

“ fine. don’t be their hero. be MY hero. “

“ i believe in you. even if they don’t. “

“ you’ll do the right thing. i know you will. “

villain speaking to hero

“ well, that wasn’t very heroic of you… “

“ i can’t believe i’m about to say this, but… you really need to calm down and stop destroying things. “

“ what is this? mid-life crisis? personal stuff? mind control? it sure as hell isn’t you, that’s for sure. “

“ i can’t be a bad guy with no hero to stop me, bud. that’s your job. remember? “

“ what the hell’s the matter with you!? “

“ you realize i just saved a civilian… from you? “

“ is this some weird, murderous reverse psychology trick to make me the hero? “

“ okay, this was cute at first, but enough’s enough. i’m the bad guy. you’re the goodie two shoes. got it? “

“ so, the mayor just called me - ME! - to ask me to stop you. just… let’s just take a minute to process that… “

“ get a grip, pal. seriously. you don’t even LOOK evil! “

“ i have to stop you before you start stealing candy from babies. “

“ as your arch nemesis, i feel it’s only right to worry when you start doing my job for me. “

“ doesn’t this go against your strong and boring moral code? “

“ you need therapy. i say this because you’re actually making all the folks in my villain club look like teddy bears. “

“ hey! use your words, buddy, not your fists! “

“ who’s messing with your head? you wear the cape and sign autographs one minute, the next you’re blowing up buildings? what gives?! “

“ stop! find your own city to terrorise! “

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K but Cherry referring to villains only be their proper titles. Professor Crane, Dr. Quinn, Dr. Ivy, D.A Two Face etc. If her boss gives her permission to refer to them by their real name instead of their villain alias she will always apply proper prefixes. Even if they don’t! Dr. Riddler, Dr. Freeze, Mr. Jones/Croc, and all that.

Except the Joker. She calls shithead when she talks about him. She’d never work for him. Nobody is clear who exactly she’s talking about when she says ‘shithead’ bc she’s never technically mentioned the Joker’s name. So whenever people ask about shithead, they are unintentionally calling Joker ‘shithead’. And ain’t that beautiful?

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Cherry will straight up stop doing crime if…. The hero pays her. She’ll even help out, be a hero or something. As long as the money keeps coming in. In short, you can buy Cherry’s moral compass.

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Marina is Cherrycore

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Out of Cherry’s three ‘Untouchables’ i.e villains Cherry refuses to work with no matter what the pay was, if she absolutely had to choose, she’d easily choose Scarecrow out of all of them. Mainly because I have a feeling that if Cherry ever runs with Scarecrow, she’ll kick Lyle Bolton’s (Lock Up) ass for free and that’d get her brownie points with Jonathan. She’d also always call him ‘Professor’, so he probably would only use his most diluted fear gas on her.

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Josie is probably academically smarter than Cherry. Cherry doesn’t have the intellect of a 10 year old ofc, but Josie I’ve decided is a genius. She’s in fourth grade because she wants to be friends with people her own age, but if she wanted to, she could probably go to high school.

[rpmemes-galore]

the greatest showman : the other side … sentence starters

“I know you see it.”

“So, thanks, but no.”

“Can’t you see I’m doing fine?”

“It’ll take you to the other side.”

“I’ll have to leave that up to you.”

“I don’t want to chase you down.”

“And if it’s crazy, live a little crazy.”

“I don’t need to see the other side.”

“But I guess I’ll leave that up to you.”

“We could shake and make it happen.”

“Oh, damn! Suddenly you’re free to fly!”

“You run with me and I can cut you free.”

“Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in?”

“Right here, right now, I put the offer out.”

“Now that’s a deal that seems worth taking.”

“I admire you, and that whole show you do.”

“Just let me give you the freedom to dream.”

“I quite enjoy the life you say I’m trapped in.”

“So trade that typical for something colorful.”

“You’re onto something, really it’s something.”

“Stay in the cage, or you’ll finally take the key.”

“Ain’t in a cage, so I don’t need to take the key.”

“Well, I hate to tell you, but it just won’t happen.”

“Fair enough, you’d want a piece of all the action.”

“I got what I need and I don’t want to take the ride.”

“Now is this really how you like to spend your days?”

“Well, it’s intriguing, but to go would cost me greatly.”

“But you would finally live a little, finally laugh a little.”

“If I were mixed up with you, I’d be the talk of the town.”

“'Cause you can do like you do, or you can do like me.”

“Why not just go ahead and ask for nickels on the dime?”

“Don’t you know that I’m okay with this uptown part I get to play?”

“'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride.”

“Don’t you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play?”

“You can play it sensible, a king of conventional, or you can risk it all and see.”

“Now is this really how you like to spend your days? Whiskey and misery, and parties and plays?”

“If I were mixed up with you, I’d be the talk of the town… disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns.”

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all that matters

 In which Cherry gets screwed over, meets some pint sized power houses, and doesn’t kick ass. Oh yeah, and there’s a bit of tenderness as well. 

  The fight was unexpected.

  This was unusual, because she would have normally bolted right now. Fights were not in this particular contract, she had full permission to run. Her current employer wouldn’t be mad at her, she did her end of the contract, and she would receive payment. That’s all that mattered. Besides, tonight she had wanted to leave as soon as possible. With the cash she was getting, she’d be able to afford the latest doll her sister wanted. Josie wanted a doll that looked like her, a custom one. Cherry had placed the order, giving half payment up front with the other half to come. Sure she had to cut down on meals for herself, take on a more risky contract in order to afford the other half, but it was all worth it. She was going to see Josie smile. That was worth everything. 

  However, before she could bolt, she had found the doors had been barricaded, from the outside. That was a bad sign, something their lookout should have informed everyone of. However, a split second later their lookout’s body fell from the perch, barely alive by the looks of it. Cherry let out an annoyed huff. Not because the fellow hench person was bleeding out on the floor, but because they were so idiotic. It is not that hard to spot people in costumes, not to mention the sirens and colors of the cop cars could be heard from miles away. Now Cherry was going to have to deal with their mistake. She just hoped that whoever decided to aide in the take down of their operation, it was one of the nicer Bats. The ones who would only fracture her wrist instead of breaking her spine. 

  That was simply not an option. To be hospitalized. To be put into prison. Who would provide for Josie? If Cherry were alone, she couldn’t care less. Her life had but only one purpose, to take care of Josie. Everything else was irrelevant. She could not allow herself to sustain any lasting injuries or see any jail time. Who would take care of Josie? Who would sing her lullabies when the nightmares got too intense? Who would give her spaghetti tacos because she had seen it once on a rerun of iCarly and wanted them? Who would brush her hair, play dress up with her, take her to the mall to see Santa? Not a damn person. 

  She couldn’t lose. It wasn’t her life to give up. 

  As long as one of the more brutal bats weren’t here, she’d be safe. However, judging by their plan to barricade the door, they weren’t planning on taking any chances of anyone escaping. 

  That must mean they want information. From all of them. Information Cherry didn’t really care to give out. Snitching was deadly in the hench world. 

  So it was either be killed by one of the Bats, or be killed by her fellow henches. 

  Stellar choice. 

  She cocked her gun, fully intending on making it out of here alive and uninjured, whenever she heard the tell tale sign of a blade being drawn, before a figure pounced in front of her. The traffic color costume was unmistakable. 

  Apparently Robin had decided to take down their operation. He was a step up from Red Hood, but still not a good chance. 

  She didn’t even bother raising her gun, he would cut her hand off anyway. Cherry wanted to keep all of her limbs. She then heard someone land roughly behind her. She chanced a glance behind her, briefly enough to see blue and red. Great. The Super Sons had decided to crash this. Facing off against a Kryptonian and a blood thirsty Robin? She didn’t have a chance fighting her way out. 

  “What? Not gonna see if your bullets can stop us?” The Boy Wonder taunted, keeping the sword held aloft. 

  Cherry let out a bored sigh. She hated when these people felt the need to engage in conversation. She just wanted them to kick her ass and be done with it. But apparently that wasn’t going to happen. She was going to have to listen to a bunch of smartass quips and jokes. At least nobody was around filming her, she would hate for this to get out. 

  “Why bother?” She drawled. “There’s a Super behind me, and a sword that would likely go right through my liver should I so much as raise my gun.” 

  Robin, seemed to look disappointed for a brief flash, before his smug aura returned. 

  “Oh good! Because my arms were starting to get tired, do you know how long I’ve been working these-” A cheery voice came from behind her. 

  “Silence. I’m interrogating the goon.” 

   She held back a scoff. She knew that was exactly what she was, but goon was more of a word that was used as a joke among henches. She didn’t see the point in correcting him. That would extend the dialouge, something she wanted to avoid doing. 

  Superboy flew to where he was hovering in front of her, and he narrowed his eyes for a minute, before they lit up in recognition

  “Hey I’ve seen you before! You were apart of Livewire’s operation! I didn’t fight you, I was more worried about the other guys, and you like, disappeared!” Jon said, as if figuring out some huge secret. “Why are you in Gotham now?” 

  Great, more questions. 

  “We don’t need to know that. What we do need to know is where your boss ran to. He was gone before we set up the barricade.” Robin question, holding the sword closer to Cherry. 

  He bailed? Wow. This wasn’t the first time Cherry had been ditched by a boss. It was still a dick move though. She was never working for this mob boss again.

  “I don’t know, don’t care.” Cherry answered, her voice a flat monotone. She was planning on raiding that office of his though to look for the envelope with her name on it. One way or another, she was getting paid. 

  “That’s not an acceptable answer.” Robin stated, and Cherry resisted the urge to roll her eyes. 

  “Why don’t you care? Isn’t he like, your boss?” Superboy asked, and Cherry noticed something about him. He seemed to pick up on a lot of things. Where Robin was trying to get results, by the book, Superboy was more interested in the why. So curious. It was endearing, but nothing more went into her feelings than that. It was similar to the way someone looked at a cute puppy. Cooed for a bit, forget about it. Momentary. It reminded of someone. Someone awfully familiar. 

  She didn’t allow herself to explore that connection. Nope. Not gonna happen.

  However cute his curiosity was, Cherry had no interest in explaining how hench society and contracts worked. Some things are just trade secrets. 

  But she should really be getting punched right now. She had to get home to Josie. That was infinitely more important than playing whatever game the two had clearly set up. Not interested. She wasn’t interested in proving herself to the kids, she wasn’t interested in reclaiming her ‘pride’, she wasn’t interested in defending herself. It would be stupid, she knew she would lose in a heartbeat. 

  Cherry looked down at her gun, she had been so focused on trying to get out, she hadn’t noticed the gun she had grabbed. It was a tranquilizer gun. Huh. This could work. It wasn’t as if she was important enough to get taken to wherever the Super Sons hung out. She was a low level goon. 

  Cherry was okay with that. So her next actions were purely logical. 

  Without warning, without any sort of quip, she moved her finger to the trigger and pulled, the dart landing right in her side. 

  The boys looked startled for a second, before seeing the little flag indicating it was a tranquilizer dart. At that, Robin began cursing and Superboy tried to calm him down. 

  She sat down, not wanting to drop and hit her head on the cement of the warehouse. She could hear them yelling, but she didn’t care. And as her eyes closed, she knew that she had managed to avoid the worst. 

  -

  Whenever she woke up, it wasn’t instant. No, sounds came back first. There was quiet. Too quiet. But then she heard the sound of sirens. Judging by how close they were, she knew she had about two minutes. 

  Sensations came next. She felt the metal around her wrist, and the ground under her. She sat up, slowly, before finally opening her eyes. She winced, feeling her side. One of the boys had kicked her while she was down. Literally. Most likely out of frustration, but whatever. She didn’t care. At least, not anymore from that one flash of annoyance. She had more important matters to deal with. Like the handcuff around her wrist, connecting her to a pipe. 

  Rolling her eyes, she reached into her hair and grabbed a bobby pin. Double lock. Nobody used single locks anymore much to her chagrin, but it was whatever. She had practiced this act several times. Either via on her own free time, or on the clock. Handcuffs were simple to escape from, ropes were harder. But luckily, it seemed that convenience won the day. 

  She had about 1 minute before the cops arrived. 

  She needed 8 seconds. 

  52 seconds left. 

  She stood up, wasting no time, ignoring the pain in her side. She ran to the side of the warehouse, and threw open a crate. Luckily, her backpack was still there. Containing her makeup, money, and a healthy supply of guns. 

  She didn’t care about the discarded tranquilizer gun, she had more. 

  Grabbing her backpack, she ran into the backroom. The office. 

  It had been raided, no surprise there. The chaos making it annoying to get to her desired location.

  She wasn’t dumb enough not to scope out where her boss kept their pay, in case this thing went south. It seemed her diligence paid off. She opened the book on the shelf, the hollowed out insides filled with envelopes. She plucked the one that said ‘Cherry’, written in pretentious cursive, and put the book back. She wasn’t going to take her fellow henches money. That would be rude. 

  30 seconds left. 

  Cherry left the office, and noticed an open window. It seems that the Cub Scout and the Birdie had forgotten to close it. Providing anyone who saw it an exit route. Oh well. 

  She ducked through the window, conveniently hidden behind crates, and stepped onto the street just as she heard the main entrance opening and the shout of ‘Police!’ 

  Great job once again, GCPD. You let some kids in bright colors do your job for you, all you have to do is round up the bound souls. She shook her head, not wanting to go down that train of thought. It was useless, philosophy was something that she had to hear from more than one boss. She didn’t want to make her own trip down that lane. 

  Not hesitating, she ducked into the shadows, leaving the scene of the crime richer than when she left it. 

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  Cherry sighed, standing apart from her apartment door. She held the wrapped package in her hand. The doll was half of her pay, but it would make Josie smile. Her side smarted, and she knew she was going to have a bruise. She’d probably have to check for fractured ribs as well. But whatever, a little makeup and it looked good as new. It would ease Josie’s mind of worries she didn’t even have. 

  And if Cherry had her way, never would. 

  She braced herself, mentally transitioning from Cherry. Cherry was for work, and for her allies. 

  Not for her sister. For her sister she was-

  “Elise!” 

  The voice called out, one that made her heart swell up three sizes at least. She closed the door behind her, and saw her little sister run up to her, squeezing around her middle as tightly as she could. Which was not very tight, but it still hurt considering the state of her side. Still, she hid her grimace. She set down the package, and hugged her sister back, lifting her up and twirling around. Josie giggled, and Cherry found herself smiling a soft smile. One reserved for Josie exclusively. 

  “J! What are you still doing up? I told you to go to bed by 8.” It was near midnight now. Well, at least it was a weekend. 

  “I wanted to wait up for you! A new episode of TED-Ed just dropped, and we have to watch it now!” Josie babbled, and Cherry was reminded just how curious her sister was about the world. She wanted to know why things were the way they were. Most of the time conjuring up questions that Cherry sometimes struggled to answer. 

  A swell of pride overcame her, her sister was so smart. 

  “That’s great!” Cherry said, her bubbly voice coming out just right. She had gotten the hang of forcing her big sister voice without it seeming forced. Josie did not need to know why she hesitated. “But before we do... I have a surprise!” Cherry promised, picking up the package. 

  Instantly Josie’s face turned confused, but a light of happiness still stuck in her eyes. “What is it? Why did you get me this?” Josie asked, and Cherry merely smiled. 

  “Giving gifts and expressing affection don’t have to have a special reason.” Cherry explained, her tone never faltering. “When you love someone, you want to make them happy all the time. Nobody should use the calendar as a way to determine when it’s appropriate to show love.” 

  Josie seemed to take it in for a minute, before scrunching up her nose. “You’re always so cheesy, E. You could have just said ‘just because’.” She snarked, but there was a smile in her eyes that contradicted the taunting expression. 

  Cherry shrugged, and this time it was jovial. “Yeah, I could have. But what would the fun in that be?” 

  Josie playfully glared at her before starting to open it. Not paying any attention to be delicate with the wrapping paper. Cherry grinned at her enthusiasm, but it soon turned into a fond expression as Josie gasped. 

  “You got me a Little Gotham Girl Doll?” Josie asked, her tone bewildered and amazed looking at the lifelike doll. 

  Cherry smirked playfully, crossing her arms. “Guilty.” 

  Josie’s grin lit up like a menorah, and she hugged Cherry harder, and this time Cherry couldn’t hold back a silent gasp, but she quickly regained control. 

  “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” Josie yelled, opening the box and taking out the door, looking at it from all angles. “Elise you are the best sister ever!” Josie dashed off to the living room of their studio apartment. Which really only was a couch and a tv. Their little shoebox. They couldn’t fit or afford two beds, so there was one queen one. Cherry knew she was going to have to find a solution in the future, but for once, she didn’t think about it. All she thought of was how happy Josie was. 

  And as she watched Josie introduce her doll to all her stuffed animals and dolls, Helen she quickly catalogued, Cherry knew the aching in her ribs, and the headaches she endured, and the danger she threw herself in, it was all worth it. Just to see that smile, just so that Josie could have the world. 

  She gazed as Josie set up all her dolls and stuffed animals onto the floor in front of the couch, putting a laptop (their shared one) on the table, and grabbing her notebook. She liked to take notes on things, on everything. Never wanting to forget a bit of information. Josie waved Cherry over, calling her birth name with increasingly whinier tones. 

  Cherry didn’t wait a second longer, and cuddled right up next to Josie as she hit play on the TED-Ed video. Cherry looked down at Josie and smiled another soft smile. 

  Josie’s happiness. That was the only thing that mattered. 

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* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

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@woremagic​ liked for a starter from here !

  It was a time between contracts. Something Cherry had mixed feelings about. On one hand, she got to spend more time with Josie and she didn’t have to worry about getting beat up or thrown in jail. On the other hand, however, it meant having down time. Down time that gave her time to think. To think meant to spiral, and to spiral meant that she faced things she’d rather not face. Emotions and petty things like memories and trauma got in the way of what really mattered. Making the most comfortable life for Josie. So this was a compromise. As she made the drink, Cherry was able to focus on something and think, but not about herself. She always was her best whenever she wasn’t the center of attention. Whenever she was just a background figure. It must be what drew her to henching, other than the paycheck that she didn’t have to pay taxes on. A hench person was there to provide support, to be in the background. Something she was good at. But right now, Cherry had another way of being in the background, but not quite out of the spotlight. 

  In between contracts there was still bills to be paid, food to get, toys to buy- Cherry couldn’t allow herself the luxury of downtime or fun unless it was for Josie’s benefit. So this was the option. Bartending. She knew how to make a good drink, which was enough qualification to get a job at a seedy bar in a seedy part of the city. A place she wouldn’t let Josie step foot in, but a place where she typically dwelled. All around her people were talking. About their latest contracts, their latest antics. Who got arrested, who got put in the ICU, who was the last dumbass to take a contract with the clown, who got roasted the hardest by a vigilante, so on and so forth. It was oddly comforting, in a way, she was among kindred spirits. She wouldn’t go as far as to call them friends, or even allies. But they were all in the same line of work, and the constant in her ever changing life was something she found soothing. But she didn’t allow herself to be taken in by this. It would all go away eventually, sooner or later. 

  Cherry served the drink to the drunk customer, and moved onto the next. Her brown eyes looked around the bar, seeing if anyone would get her attention. She was never one to turn down an opportunity for a tip from a new customer. She even had a smile on her face. A little one. Just enough to where she wouldn’t lose money for being a bitch. 

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@massoccurs​ liked for a starter from here !

   Henching isn’t always fighting bats and birds, doing heists or blowing things up. Sometimes it’s very simple. It all depends on the contract. The contract was your bible if you were a hench. As long as you followed it, there would be no retaliation from any reasonable villain you entered into a contract with. The brown haired hench person was on the clock right now, technically. But she wasn’t doing anything that was dangerous. No, she was grocery shopping. Not for herself, but for her latest employer: Killer Croc. Or as Cherry called him, Mr. Jones. He seemed to appreciate that. Cherry had worked with Mr. Jones before, and he was one of her preferred bosses. He treated his hench people pretty good, and he was always fair and reasonable to Cherry, which was always a plus. She didn’t have to worry about Josie getting discovered either, since he lived in a sewer. 

  Most of her jobs for Mr. Jones were easy. Things like providing plausible deniability, obtaining an alibi. Or getting supplies. Like she was doing now. Her instructions were simple. ‘Get meat. Please.’. She knew he preferred goat, but she wasn’t going to go steal some goat from a farm or some petting zoo. So he would have to do with beef. She didn’t even have to pay for it herself, he had merely handed her a large sum of cash. How he got it, well, it wasn’t Cherry’s place to ask. And even if it was, she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting the meat and getting back to the sewer. She stood in front of the meat section, her shopping cart already loaded with various types of meat ranging from venison to pork. She didn’t eat meat herself, but she had no qualms about handling it. 

  So far, nobody took a glance her way. Nobody knew her. Just how she liked it. She hoped that nobody would know her, either from her henching job or her on again off again bartending duties. Cherry continued loading the cart, planning on buying out most of the meat section. She had the money to pay for it, so why not go all out? She liked to do a job thoroughly. 

  So she continued loading the cart, but she always kept an eye on her surroundings. 

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Starter call for Cherry ! Multis pls specify muse.

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Cherry really has three different facades she uses depending on where she’s at and who she’s with huh.

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Riddler: Riddle me this Cherry, if you complete my three riddles you’ll have your task for the night. What’s three-

Cherry, not looking up from cleaning her guns: Newspaper.

Riddler, balking at the audacity: Fine. If I am an open book-

Cherry, loading her gun: Fire.

Riddler: If-

Cherry, standing up: the solar system. you want me to torch the Gotham Gazette, use the fire to attract the bat, make him figure out that your planning to launch something into space, that he will need to collect tools around the city being hidden by the other hench people, and then he will use those tools to disarm the rocket.

Riddler: How did you figure all of that out??

Cherry, walking out the door: You shouldn’t leave your planner exposed.

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Cherry has become very, very, very, very good at makeup. She started learning it when she was around 8, due to her mother wanting her to learn for appearance sake. She did it regularly, and was okay at it. However, after the incident and after Florida, it’s when she got scarily good. In order to disguise herself, Cherry learned how to contour so well that her face couldn’t even be recognized by Face ID. She also had to learn to cover bruises and other injuries, so Josie doesn’t worry. So yeah, if Cherry ever offers a makeover, take it. You’ll look absolutely gorgeous.

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If Cherry were to ever die, I think it would be incredibly poetic for her to sacrifice herself for someone. Not her sister, that’s something she’s already willing to do. But perhaps she sacrifices herself for a hero. Or a vigilante. Someone who’s supposed to be on the opposing side. Cherry, who’s been forced to abandon her morals and sees the job as a paycheck, dies for someone who she could never hope to be. She just, sees the villain about to kill the hero and she jumps in front and takes the hit. She says something like ‘ur life is worth more than mine, I’m just a henchman.’ And then she dies.