#quiscustodietipsos

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@quiscustodietipsos​ plotted a thing - ATTN Grace

Harry had invited Grace over for dinner like any other weekend. Peter was out and they had the apartment to themselves. He’d planned this out for several weeks. Well, at least since Norman had pushed him to make an appearance at the charity masquerade ball. He’d started to fight it, but decided that maybe this was actually something that Grace might want to do. He’d agreed to go if he was allowed to bring a date, something that had piqued Norman’s curiosity, but he wasn’t about to spill the beans. 

He was finishing up lighting candles that lead to the table where he had placed a sealed envelope with a bouquet of big, beautiful red roses when he heard the knock at the door. He took a deep breath before he went to open the door, making sure the lights were out and all that could be seen were the dozens of flickering flames. 

“Hi...” He greeted her with a smile, gently taking her hand in his and guiding her into the apartment, closing the door behind them. 

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The Laundering: The Devil’s Detergent

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@quiscustodietipsos attn Rorschach continued from HERE

Dark eyes glared at the other. He almost wished he could see the shorter man’s face. That damn mask was annoying as hell. Still, he also didn’t care to know the guy either. Something about him just rubbed him the wrong way and he’d always been wary of him since he showed up on the scene. 

Now, however, he’d pissed him off. With those words, though, he wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of being right even if his finger was itching to pull that trigger and shut the son of a bitch up quick. 

Eyes still on the mask, Eddie lowered the gun, a bitter laugh escaping him. “You don’t know a goddamn thing. You think you got me and everyone and everything else all figured out, but ya don’t. You don’t know shit.”

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@quiscustodietipsos​ gets a starter ATTN Grace

Harry hadn’t even really thought about where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was the immense grief and anger he felt. It was practically threatening to suffocate him. His father was gone. What was he supposed to do now? 

He’d left the mansion in a blur, jumping into his car and just driving. The reality of it all wasn’t entirely registering to him. He hadn’t even allowed himself to cry. He was on auto pilot.

He sat in his car for what seemed like an eternity when he finally registered that he had driven to his friend’s house on pure impulse. He swallowed the lump in his throat and shut off the engine before getting out and climbing the stairs to the old brownstone. He knocked on the door, hoping she answered and not her brother or father.

As soon as the door opened and he saw her, he met her gaze before looking down towards his feet. Saying it was accepting it. He swallowed, his throat tight. Voice breaking and wavering, he said the words he’d been avoiding. “My father’s dead...”

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@quiscustodietipsos​ ATTN Grace

Harry thought he’d seen something about her in the papers. He didn’t read the news much, but it was hard to miss some things. A new group of vigilantes that weren’t Spider-Man tended to get his attention. 

Finding himself face to face with one of them while out for a walk at night, he arches a brow at her. “You’re the Comedienne, right?” 

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@quiscustodietipsos​ sent:  ❝ we can stay up late and watch scary movies. ❞ -from Grace

Halloween Sentence Prompts - Still Accepting

Harry had just put the Jiffy Pop on the stove when he heard her. He glanced out the windows of the apartment, noting that the sun was only just beginning to go down. It definitely looked like Halloween out, that was for sure. 

Turning his attention back to the popcorn, he started to shake it and called back to her, a chuckle escaping him. “Are we having a date or a teenage slumber party?”

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A gift bag is left outside Luke’s bedroom door.  Inside, tucked neatly amongst the tissue paper, is a note:

Merry Christmas, Luke.

I thought of you when I saw this shirt.

Also, I got you a subscription to the Cheese of the Month Club– the first box should be coming next month.

Grace

Underneath the paper is a box of Pop-Tarts and a shirt:

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@quiscustodietipsos gets a starter ATTN Wade

There might have been a time where seeing a man in a mask like this would have bothered Jim, but that time had long since past. However, he knew that there were good guys in masks and horrible people in masks. He was still on the fence about this one, but he thought he recognized the getup from an operation down in Tulsa. It was out of his jurisdiction, sure, but he read up on things. He never knew when stuff might boil over into Gotham.

“A little far from home, aren’t you?” He kept his hands inside the pockets of his coat, breath coming out in visible puffs around him in the chill of the night. “What brings you to Gotham?”