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“Sure. I will give you a hint,” Edward replied. He placed one of his hands on his chin, and said “It’s a toy you play with outside...usually in the summer, you see it on the beach a lot. It works better when there’s wind and it's really colorful.”

Edward thought that these hints would give away the riddle, but decided to tell her anyway. To him it would be irritating if she spent a long time trying to figure it out.

{{ eeee you better post pictures of the snek when it comes !!! >:3!!

Oh, I'm planning on it! I've had corn snakes in the past and they were so much fun to take care of but I'm leaning really heavily towards a ball python if possible. They're a little slower and very, very chonk which would be adorable. Going to wait until it gets a little warmer first as I'd need to get a train there but sometime soon you'll see the new baby!

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"You have a look on your face that says you have a question - you may as well ask it."

|| @arkhmlcst plotted!

When she was asked to investigate a demon commotion this was not what Lady imagined she'd find. A few stray demons or maybe a small cluster of Empusa. Not... a bunch of demons chasing around escaped dogs from the local shelter.

Then, sticking out like a sore thumb was a woman seemingly unbothered by all the chaos around her. Most humans would be screaming their heads off by now at such a situation.

Drawing her pistols the devil hunter quickly dispatched the Riots nearest to the stranger with a handful of precise shots.

"What the hell is going on here!? You need to get out of here unless you want to become a demon's chew toy!"

why do the bats make blood bubbles ?

Her question takes him by surprise but Kirk quickly breaks out into a smile, genuinely delighted by Dewey's inquisitive response. Not everybody had the grace to actually ask questions instead of grimacing in disgust upon seeing a simple act of nature, her thoughtful query immediately becoming something he found endearing in the younger woman. "Well you see, it's not intentional that vampire bats blow those bubbles after feeding? Each night these little creatures drink approximately two tablespoons of blood and given their size, that's half their body weight in a single meal. Imagine how bloated you might feel after drinking half your weight in water!" He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Dewey looked like she barely weighed a thing, her appearance slender and frail-looking. Nonetheless she had nerves of steel, not looking at all afraid or put out by the footage of vampire bats gorging themselves on a horse's neck. "It may seem greedy of them to drink so much in one sitting but blood is nutritionally scarce so the bats have to drink a lot comparative to their body size in order to survive another night. Blood is high in iron and water but little else, therefore bats drink so much because they can't go longer than two days without sustenance. Fortunately as a species, vampire bats are very social creatures so a bat whose hunt was unsuccessful can ask her friends for blood to which they'll share, so long as they know their efforts will be recipriocated in the future." The urge to delve into scientific detail was tempting but Kirk tries to keep it on the straight and narrow. Dewey had asked about blood bubbles, not a deluge about their feeding habits or the complexity of their social structure and hierachy, altruism and ways of social bonding. Best not tell her that bats urinate while feeding to lighten the load!

{{ how does jervis go about making dresses for alice ? does he always have one on hand ? or does the dress get made when he’s sure she’s the one :0 is it a one size fits all, or a dress that shrinks and grows magically ? ! we must know we must !!!

{{ He makes it by hand, for each Alice!

He kinda can't keep one on hand if he wanted to, because if Alice is rescued, they don't give him back the dress and if Alice is killed he certainly won't be wanting the dress back once its stained in an imposter's blood-- he doesn't even remember they have the dress most times with his dissociative amnesia, and he doesn't make the dress ahead of time because, well, he doesn't know what size alice will be when he finds her. ( His excuse is that Alice changes size all the time, of course. )

So ultimately, he makes each dress per target as he begins to obsess over a new lady. And I do love the imagery of him innocently talking to someone in his sewing room while he's clearly making a blue dress, and knowing full well what it means for him to be doing that. He usually makes it by eye, estimates your general size, saying how he'll take it in in places once Alice is herself again and willing to cooperate. But, sometimes he will try to get their measurements ahead of time, obsessive as he is. One should certainly be concerned if Tetch ever asks you for your measurements... That includes your hat size. }}

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🍍 - What is an event that seemed of minor consequence to them when it occurred, but ended up impacting their life/development in a bigger way?

The first time he stole something non-essential. Copperhead had stolen many times before, usually necessities like food or articles of clothing but the more he continued taking what wasn't his, the bigger the thrill it became. Shoplifting graduated to pickpocketing, then full-on breaking and entering with Copperhead honing his skills over the years to take whatever caught his eye. At that point it was more about the challenge than actual need, since he was living as a drifter and could only carry around the bare essentials. His humble beginnings as a petty thief left him craving greater challenges to feel that rush of adrenaline once more. Murder may slake the dark thirst brewing within but thieving was always a personal pleasure, and a great side business when good assassination contracts are far and few in-between.

🍋 - Is there anything special about their diet, and how do they manage it? If they were to gain/lose a lot of weight suddenly, how would they react and adjust?

As a Serpent Metahuman, Copperhead doesn't require frequent meals. In fact he prefers eating only a few times a week, preferably small meals that are quick and easy to digest. A full belly makes for a slow snake so Copperhead avoids consuming large amounts of food in one go, finding he grows too sluggish on the occasion his greed gets the better of him. He can subsist entirely on meat but Copperhead likes fish and fruit too, having a highly refined palate what with his sensitive tongue. Shellfish like crab and lobster is something he goes wild for but he always tries to avoid gorging no matter how tempting a spread is. Contrary to popular belief, he does not eat rats.

{{ BATMAN AND ROBIN MR FREEZE GOALS HE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES I KNOW HES CHEESY I KNOW EVERYONE LOVES THE PAUL DINI ONE AND TRUST ME TOO BUT AUGUGGHGGHG SORRY LEAVING THIS NOTE OF POSITIVITY HERE BECAUSE B&R FREEZE IS SO GOOD I LOVE HIM IM A FRIES ENTHUSIAST }}

i'm bringing down the temperature, i'm BRINGING THE BLIZZARD. listen i love puns and i also don't know much of anything beyond the batman and robin movie so i'm learning a lot about him still, but he's definitely a wonderful portrayal and i think he's neat.

✖ ( okay tbf i have yet to really interact but your dash commentary is literally so funny and i love your psd’s ^_^ )

I try to be funny with my dash commentary! I can be serious when needed but most of the time I wanna be a goober.

what was a riddle even you couldn’t solve the first time?

“Who is Batman? I still can’t solve who he is…at first I thought it was Harvey Dent but obviously it’s not him. Now, I don’t even care...that's something that I don't want to solve. I just want Batman to know that I’m smarter than him, and to stop messing with me…something that I have to force him to do. I will eventually fully outsmart him and he will see that I'm the most intelligent one.”

Edward then clenched his fists. “As you can see, he infuriates me for many reasons.”

🍳 ( for a hangover after a night of crying in da club )

Send a 🍳 and my muse will cook something for you

It's hard not to wince in sympathy when Dewey groans, clearly still suffering from the aftermath of a heavy hangover. Khare bites her lip to refrain from saying something like asking just how much Dewey had for her to be smelling of a brewery. Clubbing she'd been, from what Khare could make out between slurred words, at that club owned by... she shook her head. That didn't matter, only the here and now and what mattered was that Dewey got something substantial in her belly to soak up the booze flooding her system. "I'll be right back. You just sit tight and we'll see about getting you something solid," Khare said once she'd left Dewey with a glass of water and a slice of buttered bread. It might have been too late to save the other woman from getting hammered but a timely breakfast might help curb the worse of the nausea that had yet to raise it's ugly head and with how light Dewey was, Khare did not relish how rough she had to be feeling right now. It was easy to empathize. She'd been there before, drinking one too many though that had been when she was younger, desperate to fit in with the crowd and friends she'd had at the time. Who was Dewey even partying with? Clearly they weren't here now, only her but maybe when her new friend had sobered up somewhat, she could get some answers. Khare grimaced when she set some bacon aside to fry. American bacon just wasn't the same as British, long overly crispy strips that reminded her way much of recipts and rent bills instead of actual meat. Anyway, this wasn't the time or place to get into what she deemed a 'proper' fry up instead of the disappointments that Americans called their fried breakfasts. A sausage joined the bacon, cooking quickly as a few mushrooms, a spoonful of beans and a slice of tomato was added before an egg was cracked into the pan, all cooked together in one skillet since Khare doubted that Dewey's stomach could handle that much food on a good day let alone after an all-night bender at the club... "There you go, one... continental fried breakfast." Khare said while setting the plate down before her hungover friend. It wasn't a proper Full English by any means but it was salty and greasy enough to kick a hangover to the curb, moreso than a hash brown could at any rate. She frowned, feeling like she'd forgetted something. Maybe she should refill Dewey's glass? Breakfast was almost certainly going to make her want more water.

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"I just can't stand your beady little eyes staring at me. It's really a mood-killer."

To be completely fair, Two-Face hated being stared at - but he wasn't completely unaware that he was a lot to stare at.

He bit his cigar through the gnarled side of his face, teeth scraped and worn from exposure.

"Did you need legal advice, or disposal services?"

He's not all bad. Advice is Harvey's thing, though.

💤  — sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares?  

sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares - sleep usually comes easy for jervis, stretched out on a couch or a bed or even a simple makeshift blanket on the floor — it’s easy for him to fall asleep, considering the fact he’s almost always tired. mind control doesn’t only affect the controlled person, and having multiple people do whatever you want them to is taxing on the brain. when he sleeps, he can feel a closer connection to wonderland without having to drink anything.

but, as he grows more and more wary and anxious about batman and any other vigilante, so do the nightmares. there are nights where he’s not able to sleep, rather making use of his hands by refurbishing his technology or making sure his doors and windows are locked tight, god forbid the jabberwock finds his way in. jervis gets angry when he’s constantly tired, lashing out to anyone he’s got around. but, somewhat luckily for himself, oftentimes there’s no one near him to get mad at.

{{ coming in with another clothing ask >:3 does jervis make wonderland uniforms for his men ? is it the same process of measurement for them, or do they get reused to save the time ?

{{ I love your clothing asks thank u :'] Jervis is definitely a little more lenient about his mind controlled men, most of them only wearing masks of characters and especially simple white rabbit masks. And the white rabbit masks are a special kind of mask designed to cling onto the head-- much harder to take off that way, you can see in game they have multiple straps holding them on-- and they electrocute the wearer if removed by force, which is why batman can't just rip any control devices off mid combat. Those are pretty one size fits all! These guys are called "pawns" for a reason, they're often indistinguishable and disposable, not a lot of effort is made to decorate them usually. He'll reuse the masks if he can, in fact, the mask themselves are mass produced, he doesn't make the latex bunny mask part of it, just the tech he shoves inside and perhaps the strapping. I imagine Jervis can manufacture piles of masks for so many men ( video game logic dictates jervis has 100 enemy guards with him at all times lmao ) is that once he hypnotizes a few men he can just... effectively order those men to create masks like a factory line.

But... usually, people put in full costumes sent to fight or work are Special Players~ in whatever game he's up to, so say, if he kidnaps someone important like the head doctor of Arkham or he's hypnotized one hero to go fight another hero, that's a premeditated plan worthy of his fascination, and he likely thought to give them a suitably ironic character to dress them up as for the story in his head. In that case, he likely made it special for them or modified an existing costume that no one is using anymore if someone has been that character in the past, yeah.

He does basically keep a lot of clothes and sewing supplies around him though! Which is fitting, I feel, for a guy whose theme is being a haberdasher.

Alternatively !! There is also... paid workers? Or non-hypnotized workers. Rarely but on occasion he does have some semblance of a Wonderland Gang with him! And I know this from canon because the Tweedle brothers are apparently canon to the Arkham series, you see their propeller hats in Arkham Asylum. If I know they're lore well enough(?), the Tweedles aren't necessarily Jervis' friends but just paid muscle he gets to do dirty work, so I imagine he gave them the name and outfits and they just kept it because... ( they're a little childish and unusually slow witted, maybe they just don't think to take it off-- ) But perhaps we can assume he also occasionally works with his Carpenter and Walrus? If so, then those "workers" have dedicated uniforms made just for them, if they didn't make them themselves. }}

three charming toy soldiers stepped in beat with each other, one rattling a drum and the other tooting a herald trumpet. the third one led, holding a chest that popped open once their short yankee doodle cover had finished. a rubber snake popped out and into the air, with a note attached to it’s neck via string.

“ thought you might enjoy a good show and danger noodle,

— toyman ”

Immediately he's on edge as the tinny sounds of marching toys approach, serpentine muscles coiled like a spring waiting for the inevitable attack. He's no stranger to tricks and traps, especially the creative sort as he's seen from the Joker, even Harley Quinn at times but these toy soldiers lack the clownish aesthetics he expected, Copperhead tilting his head in confusion as the charming toy soldiers play their yankee doodle song. Then it happens, the chest carried by the soldier popping open to reveal... a toy snake? Clearly he'd been expected, especially when Copperhead crouched down to pick up the toy snake that landed at his feet in order to retrieve the message attached to the thing's rubbery neck. A rare smile crossed his scaled visage as he read the note. Danger noodle. Comical. Slitted green eyes dart then back to the toy soldiers who had finished their little parade before standing up, rubber snake still clutched in his grasp.

Clawed fingers quickly delve into a hidden pocket, retriving a small pen and pad of paper, Copperhead hastily scrawling a message in return before folding it, then folding it again until it's small enough to fit back into the chest that had once contained the snake. " That I did. Good show indeed, the snake is appreciated too. CH. " There's another message on the other side containing a private phone number, in the event that Toyman would like to talk in future, conduct business maybe. After all, the rubber snake might as well be considered a deposit at this point and Copperhead did so want to pay this mysterious fun-lover back for the unexpected treat.