#gothamswildcard

[twototangowiththedevil]

Dammit, Clown!

[flylikearobin]

clarkkentmanofsteel replied to your photo: A baby of my own.  My biggest dream.

You’d be a wonderful father, Dick.

robindamianwayne replied to your photo: A baby of my own.  My biggest dream.

Grayson, no! You return that baby at once!

gothamswildcard replied to your photo: A baby of my own.  My biggest dream.

Nope nuh-uh nien nyet and nope.gif. You’re far too young, young man! Spend a few more years practicing on Damian first before you go and get all broody again.

Thanks, Clark.  I hope I will.

I did, Damian.  But that doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it.

I'm twenty-five!  That's plenty old enough to have a kid if I want to!

[oneeyedmerc-blog]

Seek and Find

Slade had been tailing Joker for days. The job was a simple one, and it was all just one huge waiting game from here. Settled atop a building, he shifted slightly to peer through his scope. The cross-hairs were trained on a window, looking down into a warehouse. It'd taken an hour just to get to a place with a decent view. Strange in Gotham, really, where everything seemed to tower over everything else.

With his blue uniform cloaking him in the dark, it was only a matter of time before he made his move tonight. He'd been mostly hands off so far, just doing little things to throw off the clown. Shooting out a tire to disable a getaway vehicle here, causing an accident to back up traffic in a critical area there, sniping what few goons Joker had right now, anything he could thing of.

Tonight he'd step it up.

"Come on, you stupid clown," he muttered. "Show your ugly face...."

This job was almost insultingly easy, much easier than he'd first assumed it would be. Everyone knew the Joker was trouble, but when he was on the run? He was just like anyone else. And he could be followed like anyone else.

Finally, he saw the man walk by, a rough looking thug behind him. Slade inhaled and held his breath, brow bone pressed to the scope as he squeezed the trigger, aiming to drop the man behind Joker with one shot.

[flylikearobin]

What do you love about the Joker?

I love when he's not killing people!  :D

[speedypuffs]

gothamswildcard replied to your post: I’m a second-gen Mexican immigrant. I speak fluent Spanish,...

Tut-tut, languages are important, and this in National Hispanic Heritage Month… but eh, if you can’t fit it in you can’t fit it in. College is important; I couldn’t afford to go and look how I ended up. :I

Yeah, but I took enough that I'll be able to continue if I want to in college so whatever. And yeah... They should put that on posters at school or something. Very motivating.

[speedypuffs]

I'm a second-gen Mexican immigrant. I speak fluent Spanish, also French, but that was through school not home. (You wouldn't guess that from lookin' at me, wouldja kid?)

Hm I took Spanish in school, except not this year. Because I needed room on my schedule for homeroom so I could have time where I could talk to the school counselor and deal with all that college stuff. Soo I'm not taking it this year.

[sonofanothing]

gothamswildcard started following you

Jason had grown accustomed to curling up on the rare co-occurrence he would take a nap during his time at the Asylum. It was too cold to sleep any other way, though it was difficult enough to get any peace with everyone talking, even if it was in his head.

Then a crack of more than familiar laughter echoed against the solid walls outside of Jason's cell.

No. No. How could he have let himself remember at a time like this? No, no, no!

His hands flew to his ears as he screamed unintelligible curses.

How could it be that he was locked up here? It should be him.

But of course, that wasn't good enough in Jason's mind either.