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@sp3c-t8tr
SN@K3 3Y3$
Privacy is a privilege, but not to most.
I am the Spectator. Not hero, not villain, not even human at this point, but a tool. A tool to be used as a surveillance system, to monitor all of Gotham with a watchful eye.
Some acquaintances queried me to communicate on this platform. So come forth, question the all seeing eye of Gotham City.
!'ll b3 w@1t1ng..
“Alright Arkham, I called a friend of mine to help you out with your situation. They should be here any moment, but I need to warn you that they may be a bit… uh.. spooky.. and cocky too.”
@sp3c-t8tr
Oh, dear lord…
Because another grown child who requires handling is exactly what I need right now.
From the shadows, a hiss and a rattle akin to a rattlesnake's tail emitted from the air, echoing sharply in the alleyway they met up at. Long claws dragged their way from the alleyway's shadows, as two slanted fuchsia eyes bored straight into his soul.
The creature stood tall, towering over the both of them while emerging from the shadows like a creature straight from a horror novel. Standing tall at a whopping 6 foot, 9 inches tall, the horned creature tilted it's head slowly, stepping more towards Arkham with animalistic curiosity. It was like the Scarebeast, yet less feral.
"Overgrown child is a stretch, Arkham. Especially coming from a man such as yourself."
Their voice was warped, echoed, yet calm. It was hard to tell what exactly the being was, whether mutant or human beneath the costume. A long, slender tail flicked behind them, imitating irroration. It was the only readable expression they shown so far.
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His eyes narrowed. This was a friend of Charlie’s?
Making fun of my regression, what a beautiful start.
"See, as I said. Arrogant."
The same snake like hiss escaped the Spectator, their eyes narrowing at Charlie.
"Spectator owes me for something I helped them with. aka, the body of the man I got incarnated for. They're normally a private eye with a penchant for hoarding intel and scaring everyone in the city. If anyone knows about anything in this city, it's Spectator."
Charlie clasped her hands together, taking a deep breath.
"That being said, they can help you not be a doctor anymore. Wanna disappear, your files wiped from the system and your doctorate deleted from whatever college or university you went to to get it? They can help. Wanna fake your death? Or simply provide you an exit to disappear from, Specs your guy..er.. girl..? Nobody can never really tell with them.."
He sighed.
Can they recommend me a therapist and a private rehabilitation center for alcohol abuse?
Or do they solely hack into government data bases?
"I was called down from here to help you get onto alcoholics anonymous?"
A scoff escaped them as they stepped closer to Arkham, pointing a claw down at him. the claw tipped his chin, forcing him to look up at him.
"If you quit halfway through, I'd have to markup this pretty face permanently"
They slid away, turning around to step back towards the shadows.
"I'll see what I can do."
“Alright Arkham, I called a friend of mine to help you out with your situation. They should be here any moment, but I need to warn you that they may be a bit… uh.. spooky.. and cocky too.”
@sp3c-t8tr
Oh, dear lord…
Because another grown child who requires handling is exactly what I need right now.
From the shadows, a hiss and a rattle akin to a rattlesnake's tail emitted from the air, echoing sharply in the alleyway they met up at. Long claws dragged their way from the alleyway's shadows, as two slanted fuchsia eyes bored straight into his soul.
The creature stood tall, towering over the both of them while emerging from the shadows like a creature straight from a horror novel. Standing tall at a whopping 6 foot, 9 inches tall, the horned creature tilted it's head slowly, stepping more towards Arkham with animalistic curiosity. It was like the Scarebeast, yet less feral.
"Overgrown child is a stretch, Arkham. Especially coming from a man such as yourself."
Their voice was warped, echoed, yet calm. It was hard to tell what exactly the being was, whether mutant or human beneath the costume. A long, slender tail flicked behind them, imitating irroration. It was the only readable expression they shown so far.
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For reference
Well, Well, Well. look at what I found searching through Gotham's police database. Taken just an hour ago at the precinct. Perhaps I'm right, maybe everyone around you does become rotten like you're some sort of disease. After all, her crime included your toxin she likely stolen. What a shame.
…Charlie. What the hell did that fool do. Regardless. She made her own choices. I… She does not want my aid, and I’ve no interest in wasting time giving it.
Ouch! Oh! Do my ears deceive me? You're not even going to help your friend after all she's done for you? What a selfish man. Out of all the little Roguish buddies you have collected over the years, you find a semi-normal nerd from the midwest with no criminal record until now. And now, suddenly, she's a felon. I wonder if something or someone pushed her to the breaking point?
…If you are as all knowing as you claim to be. Tell me. What is she accused of?
Manslaughter, obstruction of evidence. I don't think she meant to kill him, but... Well, she's not exactly great with chemistry. Of course she didn't account for how much toxin a human body can take before overdosing.
When she realized what she had done, she tried to hide it. Tried feeding parts to that vulture of hers, then burying it. People came looking and the rest is history. They're going to send her to Arkham, Crane. They're going to lock her up and throw the key in a deep, deep hole.
Well, Well, Well. look at what I found searching through Gotham's police database. Taken just an hour ago at the precinct. Perhaps I'm right, maybe everyone around you does become rotten like you're some sort of disease. After all, her crime included your toxin she likely stolen. What a shame.
…Charlie. What the hell did that fool do. Regardless. She made her own choices. I… She does not want my aid, and I’ve no interest in wasting time giving it.
Ouch! Oh! Do my ears deceive me? You're not even going to help your friend after all she's done for you? What a selfish man. Out of all the little Roguish buddies you have collected over the years, you find a semi-normal nerd from the midwest with no criminal record until now. And now, suddenly, she's a felon. I wonder if something or someone pushed her to the breaking point?
It's been a while since I have last checked in on you, Arkham. They say time heals all wounds, but it seems time has ripped yours wide open. I never expected you out of all to convert into.. this. Tell me, are you happy being this codependent on your so called P0PP3T$?
It seems everyone has decided to spy on me — how lovely.
To answer your question, I have not been truly happy in a long while, my child. But I am certain you know that already.
Considering my home is compromised, I might as well sit quietly and behave for Crane until I am feeling well-rested.
This time can prevent me from making any more mistakes that will push the rest of my children away…
I like to consider it a symbiotic relationship.
Call it what you might, doctor. I simply never expected you to find yourself leashed to that crude CR@N!@C. Tell me, does he still produce that nasty concoction?
Leashed is not the right word. I could leave whenever I wish, I simply choose not to.
Refrain from insulting my Poppet, and yes. He does make his toxin still. Why does it matter to you if you despise him so?
You're right, I do despise of him.
BUT H!S T0X!N M!GHT B3 0F !NTR3ST T0 MY W0RK...
It's been a while since I have last checked in on you, Arkham. They say time heals all wounds, but it seems time has ripped yours wide open. I never expected you out of all to convert into.. this. Tell me, are you happy being this codependent on your so called P0PP3T$?
It seems everyone has decided to spy on me — how lovely.
To answer your question, I have not been truly happy in a long while, my child. But I am certain you know that already.
Considering my home is compromised, I might as well sit quietly and behave for Crane until I am feeling well-rested.
This time can prevent me from making any more mistakes that will push the rest of my children away…
I like to consider it a symbiotic relationship.
Call it what you might, doctor. I simply never expected you to find yourself leashed to that crude CR@N!@C. Tell me, does he still produce that nasty concoction?
I heard of some rather unfortunate events happened to you. Perhaps it is karma for your actions against the poor souls in Arkham you had tortured. They came to you in need of guidance, only to be met down a hole of torment and despair from your D!$GU$T!NG drug you brewed in your grimy basement.
Karma? A sweet notion. Does that idea offer comfort? Of course it does. Though Tell me, have you ever known such a thing to be true? Or are you perhaps so desperate to cling to your lofty dreams that you’ve turned a blind eye to the world below? Well. I cannot blame you, I will only look forward to seeing the inevitable fall.
H0W D@R3 Y0U! I used to work with you and all those other QU@CK$ and it still shocks me how humans can be such arrogant little creatures. It makes me doubt natural selection. Are you still smoking? Are you still wallowing in your own misery? Do you still push those closest to you away because you fear intimacy? I know you do because I've watched it happen. Watched you push away that dumb brunette, watched you push away Nygma, or Dr. Quinzell, or any of the other little friends you made along the way. Tell me why I was listening to the opinion of a man who can barely keep his own life together. Drop dead Crane. 0H W@!T, Y0U D1D.
You seem rather angry, regretful, perhaps? Given your obsessive use of past tense I can only assume. Tell me. Why is that? What fears are you hoping to alleviate by throwing this tantrum?
Oh here we go, suddenly when I reveal I've been watching someone, it's always I'm the obsessive little stalker creature, yes? Get a grip baghead, I watch over every major Gothamite. You certainly aren't special.
Hm. Paranoia then, what a comical little tragedy. Tell me, do you fancy yourself a vigilante then? How dull. Besides the batman you are all quite similar.
Morality has no place in my work. I do what I have to get done, the most efficient way possible, but I prefer not to get my claws messy. If you NEED a label, I am an Anti-hero, as the youth calls it.
Why? If not for ideals or morality, why? You seem far too self righteous for it to be simple paranoia.
! @|\/| N0T P@R@|\|0!D!!
I heard of some rather unfortunate events happened to you. Perhaps it is karma for your actions against the poor souls in Arkham you had tortured. They came to you in need of guidance, only to be met down a hole of torment and despair from your D!$GU$T!NG drug you brewed in your grimy basement.
Karma? A sweet notion. Does that idea offer comfort? Of course it does. Though Tell me, have you ever known such a thing to be true? Or are you perhaps so desperate to cling to your lofty dreams that you’ve turned a blind eye to the world below? Well. I cannot blame you, I will only look forward to seeing the inevitable fall.
H0W D@R3 Y0U! I used to work with you and all those other QU@CK$ and it still shocks me how humans can be such arrogant little creatures. It makes me doubt natural selection. Are you still smoking? Are you still wallowing in your own misery? Do you still push those closest to you away because you fear intimacy? I know you do because I've watched it happen. Watched you push away that dumb brunette, watched you push away Nygma, or Dr. Quinzell, or any of the other little friends you made along the way. Tell me why I was listening to the opinion of a man who can barely keep his own life together. Drop dead Crane. 0H W@!T, Y0U D1D.
You seem rather angry, regretful, perhaps? Given your obsessive use of past tense I can only assume. Tell me. Why is that? What fears are you hoping to alleviate by throwing this tantrum?
Oh here we go, suddenly when I reveal I've been watching someone, it's always I'm the obsessive little stalker creature, yes? Get a grip baghead, I watch over every major Gothamite. You certainly aren't special.
Hm. Paranoia then, what a comical little tragedy. Tell me, do you fancy yourself a vigilante then? How dull. Besides the batman you are all quite similar.
Morality has no place in my work. I do what I have to get done, the most efficient way possible, but I prefer not to get my claws messy. If you NEED a label, I am an Anti-hero, as the youth calls it.
I heard of some rather unfortunate events happened to you. Perhaps it is karma for your actions against the poor souls in Arkham you had tortured. They came to you in need of guidance, only to be met down a hole of torment and despair from your D!$GU$T!NG drug you brewed in your grimy basement.
Karma? A sweet notion. Does that idea offer comfort? Of course it does. Though Tell me, have you ever known such a thing to be true? Or are you perhaps so desperate to cling to your lofty dreams that you’ve turned a blind eye to the world below? Well. I cannot blame you, I will only look forward to seeing the inevitable fall.
H0W D@R3 Y0U! I used to work with you and all those other QU@CK$ and it still shocks me how humans can be such arrogant little creatures. It makes me doubt natural selection. Are you still smoking? Are you still wallowing in your own misery? Do you still push those closest to you away because you fear intimacy? I know you do because I've watched it happen. Watched you push away that dumb brunette, watched you push away Nygma, or Dr. Quinzell, or any of the other little friends you made along the way. Tell me why I was listening to the opinion of a man who can barely keep his own life together. Drop dead Crane. 0H W@!T, Y0U D1D.
You seem rather angry, regretful, perhaps? Given your obsessive use of past tense I can only assume. Tell me. Why is that? What fears are you hoping to alleviate by throwing this tantrum?
Oh here we go, suddenly when I reveal I've been watching someone, it's always I'm the obsessive little stalker creature, yes? Get a grip baghead, I watch over every major Gothamite. You certainly aren't special.
I heard of some rather unfortunate events happened to you. Perhaps it is karma for your actions against the poor souls in Arkham you had tortured. They came to you in need of guidance, only to be met down a hole of torment and despair from your D!$GU$T!NG drug you brewed in your grimy basement.
Karma? A sweet notion. Does that idea offer comfort? Of course it does. Though Tell me, have you ever known such a thing to be true? Or are you perhaps so desperate to cling to your lofty dreams that you’ve turned a blind eye to the world below? Well. I cannot blame you, I will only look forward to seeing the inevitable fall.
H0W D@R3 Y0U! I used to work with you and all those other QU@CK$ and it still shocks me how humans can be such arrogant little creatures. It makes me doubt natural selection. Are you still smoking? Are you still wallowing in your own misery? Do you still push those closest to you away because you fear intimacy? I know you do because I've watched it happen. Watched you push away that dumb brunette, watched you push away Nygma, or Dr. Quinzell, or any of the other little friends you made along the way. Tell me why I was listening to the opinion of a man who can barely keep his own life together. Drop dead Crane. 0H W@!T, Y0U D1D.
What is your deal with that quack, Scarecrow? Shouldn't you be focusing on - oh I don't know - being a batfamily reject? HUh? POSER
I told you to stay out of my blog you embarrassment. First of all, the Bat and I are not affiliated. In fact, I believe he dislikes me for various reasons I shall not share on the world wide web, alongside that I am not a hero nor villain. I have my own agenda and prefer to distance myself from who I am outside of my work Second - Crane may not remember me, but we used to share a place in Arkham. Yes, yes, I know. Me a psychiatrist, it's almost L@UGH@BL3, but true. I have a large disrespect for the doctors and orderlies that tormented Arkham's patients. I no longer work there, due to the fact that I would rather focus on my work fulltime, but I still V3RRY MUCH D!S1!K3 H!M. Your wife needs to limit your internet access before you piss the wrong person off.
I am already regretting my decision to form a blog..
Keep your queries from my blog, you insolent insect. I don't want you mugging up my profile, do you hear me?
Ohohoho! Well, lookey here! The great fraudulent Spec-tatorot! I'm surprised that you have made yourself a profile on www.tumblr.com! My dearest wife and I will have a kick out of this!
I mean it, Owens. You and your wife will end up being the cause of the Rouges getting doxxed.
I'm sure you and your miserable self, do.
