#jehstr

[gothamdetected-a]

INCOMING COMMS: // @jehstr​ ››  ❛ you look good. ❜ ✨

𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙀, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙏𝙃  ;  eyes narrowing behind the impassive cowl, assessing. there is something in play here, has to be. there’s always something, some new depraved game that they will dance through, motions set, steps unlearnt and learnt again. a plague rat stands before him, a disease carrier, spreading FILTH and sickness through his city, rotten to the core, but it wears a smile and people are puppets in his hands, twisting and jerking on marionette strings.           ❛   can’t say the same.   ❜           he looks as he always does  ——  they both do. the clown and the dark knight, yin and yang, alpha and omega. just another set of constants in the universe. a step is taken forwards, menacing, but  h e s i t a n t . bruce knows what one wrong move will cost him             (      and has cost him, again and again and AGAIN      )           play along, say the right lines, until gotham is safe. only then will he leap without looking, fangs bared and claws out. only when gotham is safe once more.          ❛   are you going to come QUIETLY?   ❜

[draculyr-a]

@jehstr​​  starter   call.  /   currently   accepting

“    there   has    ever    existed    a    ...   delicate    balance   of    good   and   evil.    no   absolutes   beyond   above   and   below.   survival    and    pleasure,   sir,     mark    the   difference   between   a    hunter   and    a   monster.    a   moral   code   that   even   the   most   ...   diabolical   must   follow.           what   do   you   consider   yourself   to   be   ?   good   or   evil   ?    ”

[evecursed]

 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝    𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤    𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐢𝐬      .                    poisonous    infatuation   of    newfound    friendship     .            sadly      ,     &      how    the    poets    dote    the    budding    of    youthful    hearts     .         saccharine    beginnings    with    no    memories    breathed    into    prophecy      .           The deity let out a soft sigh reading the novel in her hands, shifting her body in Arthur’s chair, her legs crossed in a poised manner as she rested against the chairman, her eyes flickering up at the sound of the door clicking revealing a tall lanky man.     profile perks up  in momentary boredom.         the cursed being lets out a groan dropping the book.  

‘   FINALLY.       YOUR   BACK    !   ….   IT’S   BEEN   DULL  AROUND HERE SO   MANY   LIFETIMES.      SINCE   I  SAW   YOU   MISSED   ME    ,    MY   DEAR    ?   ‘      blue   garnish    ,     lacing    around   her   figure.       BEAUTY  BECKONS  ,     ghostly    flesh    of    flame   visible   in    areas.      her   bare   feet   inches   from   the   ground.           honey   gaze    twinkled   upon     /     devilry   ;      Eyelashes fluttered as a silly giggle escaped her. Playing the part of an imagery friend. Her face contorted adorably as a lovely smile spread over her lips.     ,       it   was   all    part   of   her   plan     ,      her   WICKEDLY    playful    nature.   extending   her   arm    ,     a   MANICURED    hand     was    presented    to    him     ,      a    WARM   gesture   of   welcome  home.       ‘     come   relax    with   me …  I  missed you   SOOOO     much.     ‘       laughter    ,    low   &  soft  .    @jehstr

[omatics]

@jehstr   -   deathless ! ↳   ’ you're  lonely  too . ’

PRESUMPTUOUS  ,   THIS  ONE  .   BUT  THERE’S  NO  DOUBT  IN  HER  MIND ---  HE  KNOWS  WHAT  HE’S  TALKING  ABOUT  .   grace  gives  a  dull  shrug  ,   neither  a  direct  confirmation  nor  a  complete  denial  of  the  allegation  .   she  shifts  in  her  seat  ,   thoroughly  unnerved  but  still  debating  on  telling  him  why  . 

she  looks  at  her  hand  ,   then  starts  counting  on  her  fingers  her  children  how  a  little  girl  might  remember  king  henry’s  dead  wives  .   divorced  ,   beheaded  ,    died  . . .

❝   astronaut  ,   wanted  ,   los  angeles  .   rehab .   ❞   four  of  them  summed  up  in  nearly  as  many  words  .   grace  looks  sad  .   ❝   dead  ?   dead .  that’s  two  of  them  ,   by  the  way  .   ❞

only  one  remaining  .   grace  looks  down  at  one  open  palm  and  the  thumb  on  her  left  hand  .   after  a  pause ,  she  puts  up  her  index  finger  .   ❝   never  calls  .   though  most  of  them  don’t  .   i  think  you  might  be  right  ,   arthur  .   ❞

[omatics]

@jehstr​   -   a  session !

♥   ──   even  now ,  she  slips  somewhere  else .  there’s  an  itching  in  her  palms  from  where  the  knife  was  at  home .  or  the  tea  cup  with  the  rat  poison .  it’s  a  blur ,  how  she  did  it .  fluorescent  lights  buzz overhead ,  loud  enough  to  drown  out  how  her  brain  whirs  as  she  smiles  at  the  man  across  from  her  on  the  subway . 

i  just  killed  god ,  she  thinks . 

❝  my  god .   ❞

and  nobody  else’s .

❝   i’m  distracted .  everyone  i’ve  talked  to’s  been  so  distracted  today .  are you ?   ❞

[mtchstck-a]

@jehstr :  “How perfectly marvelous! Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”

She doesn’t intend to be rude. It just... happens. Her slowly slinking away from him, little by little. Trying not to make eye contact. Livvy’s eyes remain downcast, her fingers absently shredding a paper straw wrapper. The room feels warm, uncomfortably so. A physical manifestation of her apprehension that she just prays he isn’t noticing. “Yeah, I guess.” She mumbles, still refusing to look at him. “...I gotta go. If I’m late for dinner again, mom’s gonna be all kinds of mad.”

[harlslequin]

       ❛  MAYBE I’D understand if you’d let me in.  ❜

@jehstr    -    liked !

[sonicanary]

@jehstr​ asked : 👀  - joker staring at black canary.    ( symbols. )

              A blinking battle would be happening, nobody would notice but the ones around them. Canary will NOT blink, not once, even if she had to lose an eye. Gloved hands curled into fists, ready to charge the ludicrous clown before her. One single attempt at anything, & the guy dies, she just wasn’t sure on the ways yet. A scream would be a little slow if she considered the distance separating them from each other, they were too close, too risky. However a nice beat up in the ol’ fashion way... that would release some of anger issues towards the white painted man, & probably would raise adrenalin through the canary’s body. All of that to say, it would make her feel better to crash his face against the ground right about now. But the familiar warning behind her prevents her from doing anything,      “ I swear Babs, just say one word & that son of bitch won’t be able to smile anymore when I’ll make him lose all of his teeth. ”