#dclinqucnt

[starletveined]

                  ‘  i don’t think you heard me correctly.  ’  a perturbed feeling began to settle in her chest, hands gripping tighter on to the rail behind her while she tried her best to feign her worry.  ‘  but i’ve already told you ------ i don’t know anything about all of that.  ’

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[clucktongue-blog]

"is it crazy to think like that?"

@dclinqucnt

                His shrug is modestly hesitant, the gesture curling into a stuttered answer.   ❝ I don’t think so.  I don’t think you’re crazy. ❞  It’s not a complete lie, but it’s not a full-hearted truth either.  Norman chalked it up to not knowing the other very well…  why should he be so quick to judge on a few erratically expressed thoughts.  He’s got many of those himself, doesn’t he?

Love, Rosie sentence meme // Accepting

[pengwynsuit]

JEROME

❝ Oh, I must say that I am a TRUE admirer of your work, good sir. The whole maniax moniker truly suits your fine handiwork. ❞

[frost-whatcha-need]

"You're going to kill them for me."

@dclinqucnt

“What? Why? Can’t you do it? You’re the one supposed to be setting an ‘example’…”

[queriednygma]

Ha.. Ha.. Ha?

The invitation that had been sent directly to Edward had said nothing on the front of the envelope. It was only when he opened it up and read the card did he see the phrase. The back of the card had an address, Nygma knowing exactly where it was. Someplace out of the way, someplace where a conversation could be had privately.

Ha, ha, ha. There was only one individual that reminded him of laughter, and that was when he still worked at Gotham CPD. But he thought he was dead--? Yet again, after all the hellish things to come out of Arkham, it could have been completely possible. So, he decided to go to this meeting; stylishly dressed of course in that darker green suit of his.

After all, what did he have to lose now? It was time to .. have some fun in Gotham. Riddles had been running through his head, and all he could think about was the glee he could bring the people! Well, more like himself.

So after dark, he went to the location. An abandoned warehouse, how cliche. It wasn’t near the docks, but moreso in the midst of the city. Ed normally came armed with his wit, but he wasn’t stupid. That kid could have been through absolute hell and come out worse. If it was him, anyhow. So a knife settled in his pocket.

“ ..  A nightmare for some. For others, a savior I come. My hand's cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek. What am I? “

[sadstarllet]

@dclinqucnt  ||  starter call 

            “  damn, you have got to have one of the CREEPIEST smiles i’ve ever seen !!                   I get you may be HAPPY or some shit right now but like, fuck... calm it down                 a little DUDE...  “

[butchgiilzean-blog]

"You are an unfit rival ."

meme || Accepting

❝ Now, hold on a sec --            I don’t think anyone said a thing about rivalry here. ❞

[frost-whatcha-need]

@dclinqucnt

Jonny had been surprised to get the message. She hadn’t thought of her old friend in a long time, although it has been hard not to, with his his face plastered all over the news. She had laughed at his theatrics, even made a whole night at watching his spectacular piece, although she had felt a small stab of loss as she saw him shot dead...

Only he wasn’t.. He was alive, messaging her, at least, his phone was... She came out to the front of her house, the middle of the night, wrapped tightly against the cold as she frowned, scanning the dark street. “Jerome?” She called out.