#thejestersiren

[real-pirate-king]

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“How the fuck did you even get here?” Blood dripping down his face onto the sand of the beach as he looks up, then looks back down at the lifeless body and kicks it. “You come here with this one?”

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@thejestersiren continued from [x]

Harley was absolutely not fine. The fact that she was even on her feet when Robin found her was kind of a miracle. She was a complete mess. So he'd taken her directions back to wherever she currently called home and made a point to linger and make sure she didn't die from her injuries.

That was the part of Batman's code a lot of people forgot when they were debating his ideology and his protege all following it. It's not just not killing criminals. It's not letting anyone die when they could have prevented it, criminals included.

Catching a thug who's tripped over the roof. Making sure a baby or child has the warmth they need. Helping Harley somehow hobble home and making sure everything gets cleaned, stitched and wrapped.

Robin was diligent about that. Meticulous, even.

He spoke low and calm, giving Harley plenty of warning for what he was doing, he asked about allergies and blood types, everything was sterilised as best as it could be before he carefully started on the stab wound on her side. And to his credit, he barely reacted when she spoke his civilian name. His hands slowed for a moment before picking back up again and setting into the rhythm. He didn't respond. Plausible deniability, in fact, he didn't speak for several minutes except to ask someone to run to the Belfry to grab a blood bag with Harley's type and bring it to his current location.

[hacker-codeq]

[DREAMS | 💭] You and your soulmate are capable of visiting each other's dreams.

Ben hadn't ever experienced dreams before; whether it was an error in his creation or something to do with medication, he wasn't entirely sure. But on his second week working under Arthur at MI6, he had dozed off only to find himself sitting on... He didn't know what it was. It was a pale yellow and felt too granular to be a true powder. Some kind of grit?

His attention was pulled from the strange material as it shifted next to him; there was a girl. Or a woman? She was definitely younger than the people at MI6, maybe closer to his age than anyone else he'd met before. "Hello." He greeted quietly, frowning. "I don't think I'm supposed to be here. How... How do I get back to where I belong?" He asked, despite how oddly at ease he felt here.

Something about the woman too - as though she belonged here. As though she was the only safe, solid thing in a world of confusion.

[sillyjokes]

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ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ, ꜱᴘᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍꜱᴏɴ, ʟɪQᴜɪᴅ, ᴏɴ ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜʏ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ. ʜɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀꜰꜰɪᴄ ɢʀᴇᴇɴꜱ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀɪᴇꜰʟʏ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴍꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ SWIMMING IN HIS EYES. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪɴ ꜰɪʀᴍʟʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜᴜᴍʙ ɴᴏᴡ ʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪɴ, PRESSING INTO THE SOFT FLESH. Warm breath lingers on the other's skin.

ᴀ ʟɪʟʟʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ɴᴏꜱᴇ ʙʀᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀ ɢʀɪɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɪɴᴠɪᴛɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ. ʜᴇ ʀᴜɴꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴜᴍʙ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. "ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! ɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴍ?" ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ready to close the gap.

[kingofthewebxxx]

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The consulting criminal grinned. “No, only the ones worth scaring” he gave her a cheeky wink before closing his eyes and leaning forward in the rain; droplets hitting his black umbrella. He was dressed all in black which in the dark, made it hard enough for anyone to see. Two guards were in the distance, blended into the shadows but to most eyes, he had come alone. “Interesting uncle, smart too! A rare quality these days, so many idiots, the world is full of idiots! I do hope I’ve not just met another one” he said out loud, chewing on a piece of strawberry bubblegum. In a blink he was moving the subject, putting on one of his many masks. “So what are you doing all out here in the rain, alone? If you are trying to catch every bad boy with dark intentions then you are doing ever so well!”

@thejestersiren

[question-marked]

“give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous.”

"Well...about that," Edward replied as he took out a piece of paper. "Harley. I have a hit list here, filled with people that have wronged me. Don't worry, Joker isn't on here. Could you help me with taking some people out? I'll give you something...depends on what you want. Do you like jewelry? Collectable action figures? I don't know, I'll compensate you for your efforts regardless."

[goddamndaddies]

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh. (Bruce or whoever you’re feeling)

Bruce had her pinned down, or at least he thought he did for a moment, then she began to grind up against his thigh, the motion alone means she could probably get free if she wanted to but it also distracts him more than he cares to admit, he's got rusty. "Seriously.. right now?"

[twcfaces]

“you okay?”

"Are we ever?"

It was less of a comment about his personal well-being, and more of an overall assessment of everything from up here, looking down at Gotham.

Two-Face would like to see it burned, destroyed, bleeding - Harvey would like to see it growing, clean, and healing. It's as ambiguous as his coin, one side never quite dominating the other.

"You have a PhD, don't you? Can we ask you a question - regarding your, uh - field of study? All hypothetical, of course."