#bob: threads

[bobtgoon]

@villainmade​ aske:  “ what doesn’t kill me better run. ”

Bob stared at the other man for a moment, knife in hand. He’d only been scoping things out, trying to find an in somehow. With Jack gone... Well, he didn’t exactly have much to do and nobody to answer to.

“Not gonna kill you.” He shifts, lowering the knife. “But I could kill for you. That is, if you’re looking for someone.”

The truth was, he had years of experience under his belt. He’d been Jack’s right hand man for years before he became the Joker. He knew what it was to run mob jobs and he knew what it was to work for the number one villain in Gotham. He knew he didn’t look like much, but he could give most goons a run for their money. 

[bobtgoon]

@the-arkham-librarian​ asked:  “ i am being perfectly fucking civil. ”

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Bob blinked, shifting awkwardly. He looked around him to see if there was anyone else nearby and didn’t see anyone except for the woman. He hesitated a moment before speaking, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Is someone bothering you?”

[bobtgoon]

@evildollface​ sent: Hello handsome!

Bob froze when he heard the blonde’s words. Now, he knew she wasn’t talking about him. He instinctively looked around him for Jack or someone, anyone that wasn’t him. But there was nobody else around.

He blinked, shifting nervously and awkwardly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “You okay, miss?”

[bobtgoon]

@quiscustodietipsos gets a Bob attn Wade

From behind black Ray-Bans, Bob’s eyes narrow on the other. That was something you just didn’t see every day, even in Gotham. Unsure of who or what the other is, he pulls his gun and points it in their direction. He had a job to do and he didn’t need this hack stopping him. 

“Who are you?” He had to know. It was hard to tell anything with that reflective mask.  

[bobtgoon]

@misternygmasir continued from HERE

Bob shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat. He stared at the other man from behind his sunglasses, giving a small shrug. The guy looked like he was from some kind of money, but he didn’t recognize him at all from any of the meetings he had been at with Jack for years. This was some kind of newcomer or just a rich suit.

“Something a good friend of mine used to say, I guess.” His voice was low and quick as he spoke to the other. 

[bobtgoon]

Gotham Fair - A Fortune?

(continued from the Electrifying Maximillian from HERE)

Bob wasn’t exactly sure what to expect when he inserted the nickel. In fact, he hadn’t known what a fortune was until that time years ago when he was eating Chinese takeout with Jack and complained that his cookie tasted a bit like paper. How was he supposed to know the cookie was meant to be broken apart and that slip was meant to be read. He didn’t understand the purpose or the appeal, he supposed.

Then, there were lights and movement and he was momentarily entertained. This reminded him of something fun. Then, the moment was over and he was confused again until he saw the card. He pulled it from the machine and peered at it. Flipping it over, he found a name and a number. Work? It was trying to hire him? Why did people keep thinking he worked here?!

Still, he tucked the card into the inside pocket of his jacket and went on his way around the fair. Maybe, he thought, the card was somewhat right. Jack wasn’t coming back and he was itching to find a job. But the kind of jobs he wanted weren’t the ones you got at a fair. Or were they?