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“Aww, come on fellas! You’ve got the wrong person, you’re looking for six-one, pale skin, green hair...” Johnnie giggled as she was led through Gotham’s holding cell. It was always the same, Joker picked a fight with the Bat, Johnnie would sneak away, but Gordon was one up on her this time.
“No way Frost, you’ve been sentenced to a psych-eval up at Arkham, you’re not getting out of this one.” The detective said as they pushed her inside of the holding cell, occupied by another person, sitting in the corner. “Play nice, we’re all filled up.” They weren’t, but too many cops had gone down at the hands of her boss, she wasn’t about to get the preferential treatment. “Such a shame, you’re only a kid and you’re hanging out with creeps like Joker.” They sighed as they walked away.
“Hey! He totally walked into that knife... Like, seven out of the eight times.. Come on guys!” Johnnie whined as she leaned against the cell door, looking over her shoulder as she regarded the other detainee carefully. It was harder now to be a human criminal in a world of meta-humans and bat vigilantes. She had to be more careful now with who she spoke with, especially if they were Arkham bound too.
“So! Fuzz got you down too?” She said with a smile, her head tilted to the side as she tried to figure out if the person opposite her was familiar.
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“Don’t ever tell me what I can’t do. I’d watch my tongue if I were you.”
- Rogues Medley (Starkid apocalyptour)
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“Excuse me Sir, Do you know where my Mama went? I can’t find her.” Jenna asked, looking around once more to confirm she couldn’t see her mother.
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@tetchingmad << That is my Jervis, go check him out.
Jervis didn’t know where he was, it wasn’t Arkham, it wasn’t Wonderland and there was no way it could be Gotham. He sat in the room scared, not knowing who was in front of him. It was not his Alice, so where could she be and who was in front of him.
“Where is my Alice! You are hiding her somewhere? She must be so scared, you must take me to her! She needs me, she will be lost with her Hatter.” He said standing up and walking over to the shadow of a person. “TAKE ME TO HER!!”
A neon FML flashed across Ambi’s vision as he was walked down the corridors of Arkham flanked by a guard on either side, his wings dragging behind him just too drained to care if they are up or down. One of the guards pulls back on his shoulder to stop him from walking then pushes him into a cell, and slams the door shut.
Meetings in the Dark
The night had fallen, dark like ink in the Gotham sky. Alice made he last checks, locking, re locking doors and the safe at the small tea shoppe before heading out, to her small apartment in old Gotham. She wasn't accustom to the large grungy streets. Idly one Hand checked her purse, where she kept a small firearm, but her eyes traveled to the passing street lamps as she walked. She was really almost oblivious to her surroundings and the people in them.
"Jervis?" The usually perky blonde entered the house with a sad tone and a sour face. "Jervis, where are you?" She fixed the lining of her powdered blue skirt and the collar of her white silk blouse. This house was all she knew. She had lived here and with Jervis her entire life. So every once and a while, when she would venture out into the world, reality would strike in an unpleasant way. "There you are!" Her delicate accent rung through her voice.