#jokeheir

[jesterdoc]

@jokeheir​ !​

“ you know he ain’t ever gonna pay you the time of day, right? it’s kinda sad, y’know. “ 

[atrickofthetoxin-a]

“ i’m becoming one of them, one of you. “

Burn Pygmalion || Still accepting 

“And I could not possibly care less.”

He sets his drink down on the bar with a soft clink, turning to give the young woman his full attention, even as his expression makes it quite clear he’d much rather be left in peace.

“You are not my partner, nor my protege, and you are most certainly not my daughter. Do what you will, become whatever you desire, but keep my name out of it.”

[bloody-merry]

@jokeheir​

Dreamy sigh!

“Ugh, your outfits are always so cool. Who makes them for you? I swear, I keep trying to get a costume put together only to find that I run out of fabric or don’t know how to thread the bobbin -- whatever that is.”

[atrickofthetoxin-a]

@jokeheir​​ // sc

He raises an eyebrow, and pauses before speaking, as if to deliberately mark his words as ones of great import.

“You know, I thought you were running from yourself, with the shifting identities and inconsistent backstories. It’s a common enough thing, but I don’t believe it’s quiet correct. It goes deeper then that, doesn’t it Duela? There isn’t a you to run from in the first place. You’re nothing more then a warped reflection.”

[adrenalinesaint]

@jokeheir​ asked:

                      “I’ll get some bandages.”

Duela comes and goes as her little heart deigns fit, however fickle it may be. Jonathan’s used to it by now -- today she’s Scarecrone, tomorrow she’s something else. As time wears on, whatever degree of annoyance he once felt towards her flighty nature was replaced with a paternal sort of exasperation. He’s not her father, of course. He had a vasectomy in 1993. But she doesn’t know that.

“You know, in certain places in the world they use army ants as sutures to close wounds. They’ll pinch the wound closed, force the ant to lock its jaws around it, and then pull its head off its body. The jaws stay closed even after its dead.” He’s sitting with his legs folded ankle-to-knee, leaning so all of his weight is on one arm propped up against a table. The other arm drips blood as a batarang sticks out of the corresponding shoulder.

“Could have been a lot worse. Could have gotten caught. I hate to admit it, but you saved me a lot of trouble back there.”

[adrenalinesaint]

❛ a laugh can be a very powerful thing . why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have ! ❜

You know what, Duela? That actually does get a laugh.

Good for you!

“Easily said when you’re the -- ahem -- daughter of an individual willing to commission his laughing gas from a real chemist. In the event someone else should commission an antidote, you ought to invest your confidence in other skills as well.”

Starting to sound a bit paternal, are we, Jonathan? Be careful!

“Not that I’m a reliable source of advice. Um. Actually, forget I said anything.”

[negativepatrol]

oh my god tommy elliott i love your work!!!

[turnflame]

hey , if you like a girl , can you light her cigarette with your pinky ? cuz that would be real classy

“ oh, yeah. light your cigarette, light certain other things up... anything you want! “