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( TEXT ➡️ carter ): That was ONE time. I refuse to follow the stereotypes you place on me.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): When my face isn’t on the hit list of almost every gang across the block, THEN we’ll talk about me doing the dangerous work.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): For now, you'll do a splendid job on your own.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): Alright, sure. I was being a complete dick about it.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): Whatever gets you to move on.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): And, you know, the usual.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): Infiltrate a Drug Cartel.
Barry was able to catch the first person that fell beside him and lay them gently on the ground. The next one was a young boy across the room who’s eyes were fluttering shut as he tipped forward. He felt the lightning building up to a charge and was set to take off but without warning, it was gone and the floor came up to greet him instead. He groaned, looking up in a daze as he saw the gas sapping everyone of their powers and strength. Not again. He was having his powers stolen from him again.
More importantly, he pushed himself up, scanning the crowd for anyone in dire need of help. “No, they need help.” He waved off whoever was trying to help him up, his legs had never felt so weak but the civilians were having a much harder time and they needed to be saved if anyone was going to have hope left after this disaster.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ Jim crouches down beside the other ❪hopefully able to get himself backup ❫ while they're still on the ground. “ And they'll get it from someone else. You're not goin' to help anyone by face planting all over the place, hot shot. “ He states, lips pursing into a frown. “ Now, c'mon. There are better places to lay. ” Despite the refusal to help, the detective stands and places one of Barry's arm over his shoulders to help with stability.
She couldn’t use her powers.
Once upon a time, Jess had prayed for this. In the beginning, when she’d terrified and completely out of control, she’d wanted nothing more than to be free of her powers. And now, here she was; powerless.
Careful what you wish for, she thought bitterly.
Jessica didn’t have her strength, couldn’t climb the walls or fly or use her venom blasts. But she was still an (ex) agent of SHIELD, goddammit. She could still do something. She had to.
Quickly, she made her way to the person closest to her and knelt next to them, hands hovering cautiously over their form. “Are you okay? Can you stand?”
⠀⠀⠀⠀Jim could only let out a groan as his eyes opened slowly. It seemed the gas could affect even him, which, to be honest, was not surprising. He was still human, technically. While The Spectre wasn't his protector, he assumed the spirit would be A BIT more concerned with what happened to its vessel.
⠀⠀⠀⠀“ Yeah, yeah... I'm good. “ His blue hues glance over at the woman hovering above them, before the detective gave a short nod. Slowly, he sits himself upward and presses a hand against his temple. “ I've got to help calm things down. ”
[text]: don’t need to be a dick about it
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): I'm not being a dick.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): You're just being melodramatic.
( TEXT ➡️ carter ): Now are you going to help me with this case or not??
For once in her life, Selina wasn’t trying to stir up any mischief. She was perfectly aware of how important this meeting was. How what happened here today would impact things, whether it be significant or not. Didn’t mean she had to be completely void of her usual personality.
"So, are you here for the actual notion of peace, a chance to lay eyes on our gorgeous heroes, or the booze?” She questions the person nearest to her with an amused hum, attempting to strike up a conversation.
Jim sends an unamused glance the woman's way, “ Guard Duty. ” He answers, gruffly. Though by his own command. The detective had been keeping a trained eye on the crowd for any signs of trouble, even with the many already doing so.
▎CASE FILE ⇢ FREDERICK NIKO
His heart didn’t play up as often as it did but his midnight robberies were doing nothing for it. Luckily he hadn’t been out in costume when this little attack took place, he’d finished working a delivery in his shop and needed to make a store run for some essentials. He’d only gotten halfway there before his heart began to beat furiously and breathing became something of a dilemma.
He staggered into the nearest building, a bar of all places and maneuvered himself into the nearest booth as swiftly and gently as possible. When the other spoke to him he replied in a quiet, raspy voice. “I-I’m sorry for the bother, I’ll move on in a moment.” he tried to take take deep breaths, his hand white-knuckled holding his chest.
⠀⠀ When a coarse voice is what weakly speaks a response to him, Jim raises his gaze upward to the other sitting across from him once again. He takes immediate note of the body language, a hand clutching at the chest and heavy breaths. The general appearance of the male’s current outer state brings forth a wave of concern, causing the detective to furrow his brows.
⠀⠀ His head turns so that he can take a glance over at the doors of the establishment, expecting others to have followed. His first assumption is that the blonde was being followed and needed a simple hiding spot, darting into the first place possible. Jim turns his attention back as he sits himself up. “ Are you alright? ”
▎CASE FILE ⇢ SHADOWCAT
“perhaps there were plenty free when you first sat down. but to say you’ve been… immersed in whatever this is would maybe be an understatement.” her eyes flickered to the little she could see of the files laid out before him, and from that tiny little snippet it was easy for kitty to make a fair guess as to his job. she’d seen plenty of GRAPHIC things before, it seemed like he perhaps saw even more than her. what, was he a detective? just a plain ol’ officer? or something private? whatever it was, he dealt with solving crimes. kitty doubted he was trying to plan his next kill.
“it was this booth, or the one in the corner next to the frat boys. and even from over here, i can hear them way too loudly. i don’t think i’d like them any better up close and personal. though maybe their smell might distract my attention from the catcalls and other things.” she took a sip of her drink, shifting a little and waiting for a response. if she’d get any. she didn’t want to impose. just wanted… a night away. no point getting into an argument. “sitting here might at least stop the guys talking to me again. though the free drink was appreciated, i have to say. that was nice.”
⠀⠀ His eyes flicker upward once again, this time taking a turn to glance around the establishment. Sure enough, the place was well packed. He hadn’t been there that long, had he? Jim runs a hand down his face, “ Yes, sorry... You’re free to sit here if you’d still like. ” He apologizes with a sigh.
⠀⠀ With the other now joining him, the detective is quick to rid the table’s surface of the papers and such covering the area, placing them neatly in the briefcase by his side. After doing so, he notes the ‘frat boys’ from across the room who occasionally send glances. They were, in fact, very loud. His gaze drifts back to the brunette, “ So, essentially, I’m a source of intimidation? ” He asks with a raised brow, before picking up his own glass. “ And free drink or not, they should know better. ”
▎CASE FILE ⇢ HARLEY QUINN
Harley slid onto the cushioned bench right across from him and grinned. “Aw, come oooon! I ain’t gonna keep ya’ from…” She gestured to the reports in front of him, eagerly staring right at them. “… ya’ special read.” She sat back and got comfy, loudly ordering a “pink lemonade, with a cherry on top, if ya’ can find one!”. Now, the blonde eyed the man in front of her again. “In fact, maybe I can help with that nitty-gritty. I was a psychiatrist, ya’ know that?”
⠀⠀ The files are immediately shut closed, their components now hidden from the other’s line of sight. He remains stoic in composure, despite it being a major pet-peeve when others stuck their noses into business. “ You’d prove to be more of a distraction than you fail to realize. ” Jim retorts, before properly adjusting himself in his seat so that he directly stares at the woman.
⠀⠀ “ GUILTY! " The menacing voice of his other half called out within his mind, declaring it’s judgement on the person now recognized as Harleen Quinzel. He’s been to Gotham before, having worked multiple cases within the city’s walls, so he’s well aware of the rehabilitated woman’s history without The Spectre’s all-knowing mind. “ Besides, there wouldn’t be much for you evaluate, Dr. Quinzel. ”
Blue hues carefully scan the reports and it's graphic content before them, strain beginning to occur from how long they've been staring at the words now ingraved in their owner's mind: 'Murder', 'Unsolved', and 'Identity Classified' to name a few. The dim lighting of the bar did little to help, but it was a place where the detective could grab a drink in attempt to help calm his nerves.
Sudden movement from the booth seat to his front caught Jim's attention, causing the male to take a subtle glance upward while acknowledging the other now sitting there. ❝ This booth is taken. ❞ He utters, before trailing his gaze back down. ❝ Plenty of other seats here. ❞
It wasn’t often that Matt got lost. He got around as easily as anyone, memorizing landmarks as clues. Sidewalks had stories, walk signals were beacons, and stores were anchors. He knew Hell’s Kitchen better than anyone, but his cabbie seemed new, and dropped him on the other side of town on God knows what street.
He lingered near a subway entrance. “Any idea where we are?” He asked the nearest person, feeling uncomfortable just needing to ask.
Jim turns to face the stranger whose questioned him for an answer; Seemed as though he was lost. ❝ Manhattan, 30th Precinct. Hamilton Heights to be exact. ❞ As the man's luck would have it, he managed to bump into an officer who knew New York like the back of his hand. ❝ You lost? ❞
“Go away,” Jessica murmured. She was home, somehow. She didn’t remember getting there. Didn’t remember when the knocking started. It had finally pierced through the fog in her mind though – fog that was completely grief. No liquor. The bottle in her hand was unopened. She was slumped against the wall, staring at her door. The lock was broken, but the glass was fixed. Trish had insisted on it.
Once again, Jim places a knock on the woman's door despite the clear indication that she did not want to be bothered. He came with questions and a mission to hopefully figure things out. ❝ Jessica Jones? ❞ Slowly, the officer opens the door to the residency and immediately spots a figure sat up against the wall. ❝ I'm James Corrigan, detective for the NYPD. Can we talk? ❞
Armie Hammer || James “Jim” Corrigan || The Spectre || 30 || Male || New York City, NY || Police Detective/Spirit of Vengeance || Unregistered || PLAYED BY DINAH
biography:
Jim Corrigan became part of the NYPD when he was young. The corruption running rampant in New York made things hard for a newbies like him, but he quickly adapted. He was made a man of the law, following strict code and showing no mercy nor tolerance to anyone breaking the rules. Though his intent was good, this didn’t go well with criminals all around. Long story short, Jim made a lot of enemies in his time; One of them being a gang affiliate who ended up throwing Corrigan’s cement filled corpse into a river. If not for the intervention of the higher being known as ‘The Presence’, he would’ve slept with the fishes.
While Corrigan’s spirit floated aimlessly within the void, he was confronted by the voice of Aztar, an angel whose mission was to unleash the Wrath of God upon malicious men. He required a host to go through with his assignment and Jim was the perfect candidate. The being offered Jim means of avenging himself and bringing his killers to justice. Corrigan was quick to agree and he was bonded to the the Spirit of Vengeance, forming the Hero known as The Spectre, who fights evil with the array of supernatural powers he possesses.
While they share a body, the two are completely separate minds; The Spectre, however, is often under the influence of Corrigan’s human mind and emotions. The detective proceeds with his life among the living the best he can and hopes to one day bring a significant amount of evil doing to an end.
