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[scarsmaskedarchived]

malletwield asked: “why do you have that look on your face?” [ 👀👀 ]

He hadn’t realized he had been staring.

It wasn’t much of a surprise seeing how attracted he was to her. And sure, he found lots of people attractive, maybe he slept around a bit too much, but when he looked at Harley it felt different. 

“What look? It’s not like I can see my own face.” 

@malletwield

[dxrgeist]

@mangledmenagerie cont x

--- “Maybe a bit of both.” He let a grin tug at his lips a bit as he glanced sideways towards Zsasz, taking his gaze off the monitors for only a few moments. Staking out at a warehouse wasn’t exactly how he intended to spend his Saturday off, but he supposed if he had to do it he’d rather it be with someone he could poke fun at then another drab henchman.

“Why? Which one do you think I’m more guilty of?”  He hoped for honesty, but a sarcastic answer was always acceptable. “And don’t be shy.”

[xjackdawx-blog]

@flashgotthis liked for a starter!

“Seem’s we keep running into each other.” Jackdaw waved as he approached Flash.

[dxrgeist]

@fcrcedlaughter liked for a starter

--- His gaze went from left to right in a quick motion as the sound of scuffling, subtle but still enough to be noticed, filled the air of the alleyway he stood in. His back faced towards the back entrance of his store, yet the light that filtered from the open door was still barely enough to illuminate the spacious street. There were not a lot of places to hide in an alleyway, but there were a lot of ways to make yourself blend in enough that you weren’t seen.

“...”

Sylvester wanted to speak, but enough horror films had taught him that asking who was out there was a surefire way to get an axe through your skull. So, rather than do that, he placed his hand on the door and took one precautious step inside before clearing his throat.

“What.”

Seemed more reasonable to get to the point than demand an introduction.

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@mangledmenagerie

“I’ve got no beef, either way, I mean I’ve been called a monster myself, Syl.” Mostly by targets, maybe an ex or two, definitely by the cops. He shrugged, “I mean if they can pay my prices…”

“What do you mean?” Victor blinked at Sylvester, “Do you mean the actual monsters that are lurking about Gotham? Because I was speaking metaphorically,” Victor hasn’t met too many alleged monsters aside from Fries and Firefly though he never really considered them monsters.

--- Of course - it all mattered about the price range. Sylvester inclined his head in acknowledgement at this as a smile toyed around the edges of his lips.

“Metaphorical, yes. If I meant actual monsters I’d be phrasing it in an entirely different way.”  Gotham had real monsters, obviously, but creatures like ManBat were an entirely different ballpark compared to individuals such as Crane and Joker. “What brought up these fascinating thoughts, though? See someone you know?”

As though to emphasize his point, Sylvester looked around the restaurant they were seated in, eyeing each of the patrons with a mock suspicious stare.

[dxrgeist]

@babydxhl for x

“ The only difference between sunsets and funerals is whether or not a town mistakes the howls of a crying woman for madness.”

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@mangledmenagerie for x

“ If you don't get too close to people you can't disappoint them, which would be so much worse than letting them disappoint you.”

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@fear-and-control cont

--- “Window shopping is fine. When you go through almost three-quarters of a bottle of my perfume to draw to the conclusion that it’s too expensive, when the price was there the entire time, then I feel like I have a right to get a bit irritable.” Each word was annunciated with a particular spite as leaned his elbows against the desk once more, ensuring he caused no further smears to the freshly-polished surface. It was a slow day in the shop, it was a hot day in the shop, and Jonathan was loitering in the corner of his shop for a majority of the ordeal. The man seemed to want something, but unfortunately, tourists kept evading any conversation.

Up until this moment, that is.

“What are you even doing here, anyway? Do you not have some poor soul caged in your lab, just waiting to be prodded with a needle or something?” He speaks casually because with Jonathan, casual was equivalent to an insult, and if there was one thing Sylvester loved to do, it was subtly insulting someone. “Unless you’ve downgraded to lab rats for a while.”