#jcnior

[brokentoys]

@jcnior​​ REPLIED :

....😨

“ just call me DAD. ”

[fcrcedlaughter]

@jcnior pressed the heart

It was Duela’s first time back in Arkham in a good while. A few days in and they finally gave her permission to go to the rec room. Thank god, she was about to b a s h her brains out looking at those walls. The young woman went straight for where she knew some crayons were hidden. Drawing always made her feel better.

Just as she was about to sit down, ready to color, that’s when she noticed him. He was something new, something fresh, something hopefully entertaining! Duela changed course and chose to sit near the new guy instead.

Without taking her mismatched eyes off of him, she started drawing something. She smiled gleefully as if she was waiting on some kind of reaction from him, before she spoke.

[maximummusesarch]

@jcnior (continued from this)

    ❝  Calm yourself, Child . You are Gotham’s future. A shimmering light used to radiate through the bleak, abysmal smog that surrounds this city ———— and I would HATE to have to put you out . ❞

“...I’m sorry,  but which part was I supposed to take seriously?  Was it the bit about Gotham’s children being a bright light?  Or the part about you being able to put me out?  I’m dying to know.”

[archaievist]

james gordon jr: i’m supposing you know the type —- don’t you ?? 

eliza: *having flashes of Zsasz, Pyg, Joker, and others*

eliza: All too well

[archaievist]

@jcnior | 💼 8^)

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Eliza keeps a record of all the books that are checked out in a big brown leather ledger. She's always been old fashioned like that.

[fcrcedlaughter]

@jcnior /// CON.

The clown plopped back down into her seat with a sigh. She began S T A B B I N G, well, tapping the table. “Golly, James, just trying to get a lil reaction out of you.” Her eyes flickered down towards her tray of untouched food. “I’m BORED and just looking at this slop is ticking me off.”

Her antsy behavior probably had more to do with Christmas nearing than anything. She always got......emotional this time of the year. She clicked her tongue. “Tell me, James, what are you gonna do when you get out?” Not if, when. Duela knew exactly what she had said.

[babydxhl]

i like how real and palpable your character feels! i can hear everything she says in her exact voice and your characterization is spot on!! keep up the good work <3

what’s one thing you like about how I play my character?

{ omg do you ever just cry a lot?? seriously tho your blog is one I really respect and love so hearing this from you means a lot xx }

[killcrimes]

@jcnior​ from here!

                    it was easy to tell when the VESTIGES of anger slowly began to dredge up, pooling in the recesses of his stomach until it rose like BILE in his throat. he remembered feeling like this years back when he stopped a man from murdering an innocent woman, back when he was robin. back when times were SIMPLER. back when he was under the watchful eye of b.atman. but now he was gone. off to do his justice l.eague business. nobody to tell him what to do, what NOT to do. now, his empathy would give way to the lazarus-infused ANGER, to the strength it granted him with.

                    he recognized those names that spilled from the other’s lips. he’d seen them in the list of victims claimed by one j.ames gordon, and the name almost let slip a surprised choke had he not seen the suffix of JUNIOR that followed. innocent women, both young and old had fell victim, and the attached photos to each of their files only made him ever more INVESTED in the case. and now here he was, full circle, with a knife against the other’s throat, adam’s apple practically THROBBING against the polished blade. because jason would do the things that b.atman WOULDN’T do. as much as the bat loved to do things by himself, he DIDN’T assign this task to b.atgirl, and he could understand WHY. talk about a convoluted family tree.

                    “fan of lil’ ol’ JACKIE, are we?” jason hissed against the other’s ear, the blade tantalizingly close to ending the other’s life right where he stood. but no. he had other plans. when james reached for his wrist, jason’s muscle reflex kicked in, grabbing the wrist that grabbed HIS, and threw him on his back, knife reintroduced to the other’s neck. “well, you won’t have time for roundabout puzzles or cryptic notes. what was so COMPELLING that you had to break out of arkham to do it?”