#thornicide

[gangfrnd]

// @thornicide​​

“what’s your game?” the warm heat of summer shines down on him, can feel it rising up outta the black pavement he’s paused on, too. rio’s got a backpack slung over his shoulder filled up with shit he’d plucked outta the country club lockers. nothin’ too crazy, he’s been learning how to avoid any attention. a couple twenties here and there, just one bejeweled cuff link. things that coulda just as easily be brushed off as lost except he got his dumbass caught. that girl ( this girl ) all princess blonde and smirking like she was really doin’ something. it’s the only thing that’s been running through his mind all day.

he’d spent the majority of it hangin’ around, lookin’ over his shoulder, just waiting for her manicured little finger to point security his way, but it never came. nah, he’d just went about his business and then clocked out.

until now. ‘til he heard those tires crunch up close and stop and he was ready to take off running, but with a glance back all he sees is that face. the one that’d winked at him before skipping off back into the glitzy lightness of her life. like nothin’ happened. he’s uneasy, expectant. got a hard face for her, but it’s saturated in genuine curiosity. what the hell is she doing?

[truthuncovered]

@thornicide​ asked: meme here.

❛  what  aren’t  you  telling  me ?  ❜ 

“Well...” Not sure how relevant it might be to why she was hired, the bit of information she has isn’t exactly good news. “The head of your security is fucking a cop’s daughter.”

[helfury]

@thornicide​ ♡’d          "— you realize, of course, if they find me here with you, you’ll be killed.” she bares the slightest grin; call it gallows humor, it’s hela’s go-to wit nowadays. “unless we slay every bastard where they stand.”

[astwisted]

@thornicide​ //

it’s not a professional setting that has brought them to step onto the same path, but it is a formal setting. that doesn’t mean that dr. du maurier hasn’t been observing the other woman from afar; intrigued. it’s in a meticulous manner that she waltzes through the crowd, cream colored heels rhythmically clicking against the marble flooring beneath them. “i don’t believe that we have met,” she’ll greet with a slight smile, a hand extended outwards. “i’m dr. bedelia du maurier.”

[badclown]

closed starter for @thornicide​

They had their meetings in Joker’s living room. The structure of Gotham’s silhouette spread out beyond the floor to ceiling windows and challenged the cozy feel that her interior decorator had worked so hard to capture. A fire burned in a glass fireplace before them; the flat screen above it showed a live feed of four different security cameras. Henchmen looking bored, and not much else going on, as it should be. Looked like Frank and Carlos had pulled the overnight shift for the evening. They were both competent men-- as much as such a thing were possible. 

The kingpin leaned forward to pour them both a cup of coffee she’d brewed herself in expectation of their weekly arrangement. The coffee sat on a tray on a tufted ottoman between them, and she fixed both cups as was customary for them. It was so rare that she hosted guests in her home, but Adelaide was an exception. She was cultured and deranged, a combination that Joker admired beyond measure. Besides which, she was a lynch pin to her whole operation. Information could be acquired through hackers or spies, but there was no substitute for an information broker, someone whose whole job was keeping an ear to the ground. That, and the ballerina seemed to have a real talent for it. Joker imagined her gender and beauty was an asset there. People underestimated them. Pretty meant stupid. They never saw women like them coming, in the end. 

“Dinner will be ready shortly, if ya care to stay. Garlic shrimp over soba noodles in a miso dressing.” Joker often made the offer if time permitted, and let Adelaide get to business when she so chose. She wanted the other woman to feel comfortable here. Paperwork and shop top could wait, time permitting.