#corpserites

[vigilanthe]

@corpserites // starter call

Getting yanked, against his will, into another reality has been both a blessing and a curse. There is still much he doesn't know about how or why he got teleported here. And although he doesn't have the faintest clue on how to get home, he attempts to solve that mystery while also helping to subtly fight crime in this strange Gotham. Beating up bad guys is easier said than done, especially when he has to avoid his alternate reality family at the same time. He does a good job of it until... Until he sees Jason. It seems this Batman failed Jason as well.

It's not his job to protect this Jason or kill this Joker. But he does so anyways. He failed time and time again to kill his Joker for his Jason. He won't fail Jason, not again. And that's how he finds himself, caught literally red handed, blood dripping down his gloved hands, an unmoving clown at his feet as Red Hood finds his target (the Joker) and an unexpected, alternate-reality guest.

[solrites]

@nnonachopsis, stop! the tomato soup is boiling over.

it's probably, in retrospect, a little funny. the silence that falls over his kitchen (aside from the boiling of the soup, of course!), the way her head tilts to the side once she opens the drawer and comes face to face with a voice modulator mask.

or the stretch of silence is a little terrifying, and goes on a little too long. OH WELL! she's closing the drawer, whirling around to face him, back pressed against the offending drawer. she blinks, easy smile. warm.

"where - where are the spoons? there aren't - aren't any in that drawer."

[clawsextended]

“jay! jay. look at this fuckin’ thing.”

what a bike, holy shit. huge, a classic harley davidson — and she doesn’t go for classic, but this fucker is a spectacle. clawed digits fondly run across an enormous metal handlebar, extended to feel the gentle press against the pads of her fingers. her face is alight.

“hop on. let’s go for a ride.”

@corpserites receives special treatment on the vroom vroom.

[guttersniper]

@corpserites

mutt fidgets with his zippo, scuffed gunmetal grey with a faded ace on the front. flame, extinguish, flame, extinguish—this continues until he finally snaps it closed, the noise sharp with finality. like it took a finger with it.

"i've seen enough evil in men to smell it on the ones who try to hide it inside."

[solrites]

@corpserites, siobhan said: i have a sense that real life is happening somewhere far away, happening without me, and i don't know if i will ever find out where it is or become part of it.

SOFT EXHALE THROUGH HIS NOSE. remains leaned against the wall of the dance studio, eyes flicker briefly to where the children sit on the bench - chattering and waiting for their parents. watchful eye, always. but then his attention goes back to her, as it always seems to do these days.

hand inches towards her own, entangles his pinky around shiv's. mikey wishes he could better communicate his own existence. how his own existence is moot, since he doesn't know why/how/when/who he was created for. how he's meant to get busy living, now, he thinks - but is unsure how. mikey thinks he owes her that.

but he's not good at explaining his own existence, and isn't that good at verbal expression either. but again, he tries for her - he owes it to siobhan. moreso, he wants to. and he's never allowed himself to want before. it's not why he was created, right. get busy living.

"i think your life is real. just 'cause it looks different than other people ... doesn't make it wrong, or anythin'. or any less real. but i mean, i get it, sweetheart. i dunno what my own life even feels like. or is meant to be. but at least we can figure out real life together, yeah?"

[solrites]

@nnonachopsis liked.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL MAMA AND DAD THAT I'M HOME, DID YOU?" so what if she was eavesdropping on his phone call? she doesn't see anything wrong with it, clearly. venus promptly plops herself down next to him on the couch, arms crossed over her chest. feet propped up on their coffee table, and will not care if she's scolded for it!

she swears.

"cause they're trying to get me to do some ritual with mama this weekend for some lady. and this isn't like, practical magic, or whatever, and so i told them i've been working, like, doubles all the time." a beat. "wanna trade lives? you can practical magic the fuck out of people, and i'll just make some really good scrambled eggs. deal?"

[solrites]

@nnonachopsis liked this, for jason.

without invitation, he's barging into the mechanic shop. and without invitation, he's propping himself up on a table not meant for weird science experiments to prop themselves up on. but whatever! he's kicking his feet, and orpheus grins at jason, making his weird little fucked up eyes squint with the enthusiasm of it all.

"aren't you gonna say hello to me. i got new cowboy boots. don't you see them?" a beat. "maybe howdy is more appropriate. i'll take a howdy."

[vitalphenomena]

@corpserites // jason

ARIA SHOULDN'T BE HERE. She's too close to the crime scene—but she didn't know where else to drag the body. She can super-heal and she can super-manipulate her own blood, but she possesses no form of super strength. Un-fucking-fortunately.

If Jason looks closely, he'll see the evidence of exertion and grime on her clothes and limbs. But if he focuses on Aria's big ol' eyes, as she hopes he will, he won't notice anything at all.

"My phone is dead. Do you have a charger?"