#gothamreturnsrp-thread

[spiderphotography]

Bad Idea- Peter Parker and Diana Prince

Is it too big? Peter observed his reflection in the bathroom mirror, giving his best ‘casual’ smile. In his arms was the largest pizza box he’d ever laid eyes on. Alright, it wasn’t really a pizza box. He’d been up until 5:00 that morning putting together something he could transport a valuable piece of art in, as inconspicuously as possible. Well, the result was somewhat inconspicuous, if you believed people can order 30-inch-diameter pizzas. 

Inhale. Exhale. Smile. Don’t look odd. Peter stepped out of the men’s room at the Flugelheim Museum, and started heading up the stairs. All he had to do was find a way to replace the stolen painting he’d recovered from that cat burglar. Piece. Of. Pizza-shaped. Cake.

[bobtgoon]

A Goon and a Girl - Bob and Task

Distracted, Bob wasn’t exactly paying attention as he walked briskly down the Gotham alley. Half of the streetlights were out and he had a terrible habit of forgetting that he was still wearing his RayBans, even at night. But he was rushing to get home. He’d just gotten more supplies from the store to treat his wound...

In the dark of the alley and behind his ever present sunglasses, Bob didn’t happen to see the young girl. In fact, he managed to run right into her, stumbling. His first instinct was to pull his knife, arching like a threatened cat. “Watch it, kid!”

[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?

[misternygmasir]

@bcrsad liked for a starter!

It wasn’t often that the Riddler found another ne’er-do-well sitting at his seat at the bar.  Mostly because people knew better at this point.  Anyone who had made this mistake in the past had been made to pay a very public price.  But whoever this was...  Edward hadn’t seen him around Gotham, and that in and of itself was rare.  Almost no one slipped under his radar.

So he straightened his hat, adjusted his grip on his trademarked question mark cane, and sauntered over to the stranger, a cocksure smile plastered across his face.

“You must be new in town,” he began, but his friendly tone changed to a threatening one the instant that sentence ended.  “You’re in my seat.”