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[archaievist]

aid

Nonverbal | Aid: Help them with a task

It was like watching a fish flounder. Jack Napier was visiting the library and decided that the one book he wanted was the one just out of his reach.

In the time Eliza had been at Arkham, he had changed from someone who had tried to kill her to the, rather meek, man she saw at the shelves. She could see he was glancing at her as he desperately tried to reach the book. Alright, fun’s over. Time to actually do her job.

She grabbed the step stool from behind her desk and glided over to the shelf. He opened his mouth to speak, but Eliza raised a finger to stop him. Opening the stool, she stepped onto it and grabbed the book he had been after. Once she had two feet on the ground, she turned and handed the book to him.

“Here you are Mr. Napier. And the next time you need help, just ask me instead of jumping around waiting for me to notice.”

[babydxhl]

📷 - likesflowers.

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@likesflowers.

[txllymarked]

@likesflowers from here

“ Fantastic Zsasz Victor,      if only more people were as enthusiastic as you; this world would be a lot more fun ”.  a rather delighted voice replies,  smiling;  though it can’t be seen, as he adjusts the ghastly green tie.

dangerous  game  that  he  was  playing  ,          pretending that he was still Joker; and not himself; but this was the only option he had,  and  if  he  planned  on  not  dying  that  day  ,        he’d have to hope that he could be convincing enough. HOW  DID  HE  GET  INTO  THIS  MESS  ?

forcing  his  nerves  deep  down  ,  Jack then cleared his throat; turning to face the other man. “ Now, uh,        refresh me on what we’re doing, if you could? ”

Victor ran an eye down Jack’s body in clear distaste. Preening peacock of a zombie, but that wasn’t so uncommon. He himself was shirtless, as he often was, the better to show off the array of scars that littered his body.

“You mean you don’t remember? Tisk tisk... That acid bath must have gone to your head.” The knife in his hand twirls once between his fingers, he imagines how nice it would look embedded in the clowns throat. Still, best not to cause trouble just now.

“Just ridding the world of a few meaningless lives.” A pause. “I do expect to be paid for this.”

[txllymarked]

@likesflowers from : here

“  don’t  !  ”  a desperate outcry,      one that goes cruelly ignored as his face; devoid of makeup as he’d believed himself to be safe  (  how ironic  )  , is grabbed harshly and without any regard for the discomfort and pain that it caused.  and  not  just  because  it  was  such  a  severe  violation  of  his  personal  space  ,        though that certainly didn’t help matters; but also because his scars were such a horrid reminder of his past,  AND  ONE  THAT  HE  COULDN’T  IGNORE  OR  WIPE  AWAY  ;  NO  MATTER  HOW  MUCH  HE  WOULD  DESPERATELY  TRY  TO  .  it certainly didn’t help that, no matter how much time had passed; the scars were still so jagged, painful and poorly healed.

“  let  me  go  !        ” he pleaded; on the verge of tears.  how  pathetic  ,  especially  when  compared  to  his  previous  self  .

“  It  hurts          !  ”

“Shh, shh, shh...quiet now zombie, I’m just curious.” Victor crooned,  dark eyes glinting with perverse joy as he studies Jack’s face, fingers probing at old injuries. “Look. At. These... beautiful things, really, although...”

A hand forces up Jack’s chin, fingernails digging into the scar. “You didn’t do it right, tisk tisk. No wonder they hurt. But there’s no use complaining about it now, is there?” He chuckles, clearly enjoying himself.

“What do these commemorate, Jack? And don’t cry.” It’s added as an afterthought. “It’s tiresome.”

[babydxhl]

shelter.

nonverbal prompts || still accepting!

shelter: protect them. 

The sound of shattering glass is far too familiar in the confines of the Iceberg Lounge’s back booths. A sudden full-force swing of the arm, the CRACK of shot glass making contact, the trill of the pieces bouncing off the floor. 

Mary shakes off her hand, briefly grateful her fingers survived unscathed. The same can’t be said for the stunned and bleeding man between her and Jack, who now turns his head to look at her, releasing the florist’s shirtfront. 

“Fuck off,” she instructs, towering over him from the tabletop. “Or it’ll be more than a glass next time.” 

Maybe it’s the threat, maybe it’s the watching henchmen, or maybe it’s the looming corner-of-the-eye presence of Waylon Jones at the bar across the room: with glass shards still glittering in his hair, the man beats a hasty retreat.

“You owe me a drink.” 

[cowled]

@likesflowers​ / starter

He tries not to look at Jack often. His paranoia crawling over his mind like an ant mound freshly stepped on as he thinks what if Joker comes back again? But he hasn’t, says another part of his brain. He hasn’t.

And yet it lingers there in the dark, the possibility of the laughter coming back to Gotham. The pair of green eyes staring back at him with the ghastly look of pale skin showing, and the grin---a grin that stretches on forever.

“No.” He says quietly to hush his mind. The paranoia subsides for now into the darker corners of his mind.

His silhouette casts a shadow over the flower shop as he appears, moving on the rooftops before making his way towards Napier’s apartment. He’s already calculated how long it would take for the man to make it to his home. He takes his time, gliding through Gotham’s buildings, feeling the line go taut in his hands before landing with a small grunt on the roof.

He taps on the window, making sure he’s seen so Jack doesn’t get startled by his appearance.

“--- We need to talk.”

[txllymarked]

Just decks him. Straight up just decks Zsasz.

Hands on || Still accepting

He had seen it coming, of course, with the way he poked and prodded, made a thousand needling comments...well, him lashing out was near inevitable. Still, from a man as nervous as Jack was, he expected said reaction to be less...physical.

Victor’s head snaps to the side when the blow lands, stumbling back several steps in order to remain on his feet. A hand goes to his mouth as dark eyes dart up to meet Jack’s, lip split and bleeding.

“Oh.” The breathy exclamation sounds more like a threat then an utterance of surprise. “Now what was that for, zombie?”