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queersrus · 1 year

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Hi, Fukase anon here! Sorry, It never occurred to me that people may have a hard time coming up with things for characters they don't know a lot about. Sorry :( /gen

Anyways, I really love the clown and red theme ideas! Also, since Vocaloid is technically a music software, I was thinking some music-themed names as well! Also, as long as this isn't too specific, could you maybe do some X-themed things since there's a lot of Xs in his design?

I also like the idea of the darker, edgier themes, but I'd rather not have anything explicitly horror/slasher/demon related... as someone who kins Fukase, being associated with that stuff brings back some rough memories :( /nm

I'm sorry if I'm being too specific or picky or anything like that, and I hope everything I've said makes sense! Once again, thank you in advance :)

no worries!!

heres some names and pronouns based of red, clown, dark/edgy themes and the letter x!

Music names:

muse, musa, musica, musette harmony melody, mic, major, minor clef, capelle, capella, cord, chorus note key tone, tempo, timbre bar, beat, bridge, bass, blue, blues sheet, strum, song, singer, sang, string, sonata, soul acoust, adagio, allegro, andante, arpeggio, amp, alto, aria instro, instra, instrumenta rythm/rhythm, ryme/rhyme, rock, rocker orchest, orchestra pitch, pop funk

list here, here

red names:

Altemur, altan, autumn, apple, amaranth, alhambra, alroy danla, desire, desiree parichat, phoenix, pepper, poppy/poppie cher, cherry/cherrie/cherri, crimson, clifford, copper, candy/candie, currant, carmine, carmin, chili, coral, corsen, clancy maroon, merlot, mahogany, mohagan blood, brick, berry/berrie, blush, burgundy, barn, burn, blaze ruby, rust, rusty, rose, raspberry, redd, rede, redde, reder, redi/redie/redy, reddet/redet/reddett/reddette/redett/redette, redeta/reddeta/reddetta/reddeta, redin/redine, redina, redino, roso/rosso, rufus/rufous, rowan, rosa, rosie, roisin, rory, radley, rudyard, radcliff, redmond, redman, rumo, russel/russell, rohan, redford, rufina, reeding/reading, reed, rogan, roone, roth garnet, ginger, gough scarlet, sangria, strawberry, sienna, sorrel/sorrell jam wine, watermelon fire, flame, ferrari, flan/flann, flannel, flanner, flannery, flyn/flynn, flanna vermilion, venetia imperia tart, torch hazel, harkin

clown names:

Joseph, john, joey grock oleg emmett/emet/emmet/emett bozo, barry ronald krusty penny, pogo, pinto charles sunshine weary, willie albert, antonio, arthur daniel, david, demitri/dimitri, Demetrius/demitrius tinsel

actually found a whole wiki here

Dark/Edgy names:

dusk, dagger, draven, drake, draco, damon/daemon, damion/damien/damian grey/gray, gunner/gunnar, greer keir, khaos, knox, kestrel umbra, umbro poison, pain/payne asteroth/astaroth, asher, ammo, astrid chaos, crow, coen, chase, casper, caspian, cassian, carter, cage, colton hades, hemlock, hex, hunter, hawk, harper somber, sombre, sombra, serpent, snake, saber, stone, storm, slade/slayde, sparrow, salem, snow, smoke, slayer necro, natrix, nox, nix, nyx, nero, nash branwen, briar, blackwell, blade/blaid, blair, blase/blaze/blaise raven, reven, requiem, rhapsody/rapsody, rogue, ryder, ryker, raze, razer eris, elysium, ebony jinx, jett/jet, jack, jason lucien, lucius, lock/locke viper, venom, vlad, vane/vain/vein, veil, vee/v wolf/wolfe trix/tryx, trixie, thorn, tyren/tyrin, tirent, torrent, tyranny, toxin, tank, tempest, tanner zeke, zena fox, flask, falkner, falkon/falcon onyx/onix, obsidian xena

X names:

xen/xene, xavier, xena, xeno, xenon, xeon, xero, xerox, xyx, xyr/xyre, xyra, xray, xeny/xenny/xenie, xenia, xander/xzander, xyla, xyler/xylar, xia, xavi, xylia, xylitol, xioa, xu, xan, xanth/xanthe, xanthus, xavia, Xinjiang, xinia, xenophon/xenophone, xayvion/xavion, xochitl, xio, xion, xiona, xiomara, ximena, xanthia

many here

red 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

clown 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

edgy/dark 3rd p pronouns:

list here, here

x 3rd p pronouns:

xe/xem, xy/xem, xy/xyr, xe/xyr, xy/lo, xylo/phone xyi/lotl, x/x's, ex/ex's, ex/exes, xay/xem, xay/xyr, xie/xem, xie/xyr xe/no, xeno/xenos, xeno/morph, cross/crossed, cross/crosses, x'ed/out, exed/out, ex/amble

hope these help!

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janusflipped · 1 year

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😶Why do you Really Do the things You do

Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

I have deep-seated trauma related to the justice system that has left me physically scarred on one side of my face and body. I thought after the case with Carmine Falcone that it was better to take matters into my own hands.

No more wives that would kill behind your back and inadvertently frame you for several murders. No more people targeting your life when you carried out justice the "right" way.

No more abusive fathers, negligent fearful mothers, no rich boy breathing down our throats, and no batman to twist our decisions.

It's just us. Me and Harvey. If justice was to be served, it'd be by our own hands, if cruelty was to be given, it's done by us.

No more confusing, vindictive system to bind us, a few dead people along the way to making my home better is just how it'll be. I am doing this city a favor.

If we have to be the villain for a better future, we will be.

#;answered #;inbox #;ic #;anonymous #;ooc: link is dat u

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sanguine-salvation · 1 year

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☝ + first time working with or under someone in organized crime?

[ Send ☝ + an action or activity for my muse to talk about their first time trying it - ACCEPTING ]

"... Carmine Falcone. My family knew the Falcones for a long while. They often went to the Rosebud to watch shows, had casual dinners, spoke to each other far too long at the ends of parties," they huff a sigh. "Carmine was almost like some very distant family member. Close enough that I knew what he was and what he did, but never close enough that I was dragged into his orbit."

"... Until I wanted to be."

The sigh and lean back, the idea of the story already wearing on them with only the special kind of weight that it could give. "After... everything happened, I didn't know where to go. I knew what I had to do, but I was adrift. I had nothing. No where. No one. Nothing left in a world that I knew so much clearer, but that would never accept its own truth. I... panicked, admittedly..." They bit their lip. "Until I remembered someone who might... sympathize with the blood on my hands."

They begin picking at their nails. The look on their face is complicated, to put it kindly. Guilt, nostalgia, fondness, anger, pain, sadness.

"I begged to see him, and for some reason, he still allowed me. He didn'treject me for my new purpose, instead, no, he took me in, blood and all. I felt seen. Safe to become what I was meant to be. Though, I didn't realize it back then. Had no idea I was being collared, even if it was in gold." They look away. "My first job was to go out with a few others and deal with a competitor playing where he didn't belong."

"We found one of his pets trying to make a sale in the Falcon's territory. He thought I was a joke! Just this skinny little thing with a knife in a gun fight!" They laugh bitterly. "I slit his throat ear to ear, and the two that were with him, too. Buyers. Guards. I don't know. I didn't check. I gave them peace, left them all as a present for their keeper to find, and marked them down all the same." They pointed to an old set of tallies on their left arm. "My comrades... well, were a little squeamish about my methods, like so many zombies. I don't think I made a good impression as a team player."

"But... I thought I did a good job. I didn't understand how wrong I was, I just did as all hounds do when they get scraps and pat on the head. I thought that's all I wanted. A means to my purpose. But then he gave me a very special job afterwards. Guarding his prized 'pet'." The words are spat out like their too bitter to bear, and a sharp twinge runs down their arm. "With her, I learned that gilded cages are still cages, and my purpose was not to kill zombies at the beck and call of another zombie..."

"I don't blame him for my mistake. He can carry his own blame quite well."

#i have a place for you || answered #murder tw #violence tw #blood tw #self harm tw

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darkdoverpseeker · 1 year

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🕊: 21+ F looking for 21+ writers in the Marvel / DC Comics / Dark Horse fandom to create stories with on discord.

I am looking for the following characters to build ships, plots and write nsfw content with for my muses (my muse in bold):

Natalia Romanova: Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, T'Challa, any other Avengers!

Tony Stark, Iron Man: Natalia Romanova, Janet Van Dyne, all marvel women.

Amora the Enchantress: Doctor Doom.

Selina Kyle, Catwoman: Bruce Wayne, Ted Grant, Carmine Falcone, Clark Kent, Harley Quinn, crossover pairings with King T'Challa, Erik Killmonger and any other marvel muse + any m/f/nb muse from either fandom.

I am open to themes of any kind from fluff and smut to horror, angst and gore, I am also open to any other pairings and fairly OC friendly! I really just want to write more of my favourite characters.

If you're interested please like this and i'll DM you! Or feel free to reach out to me on @feliinefatale.

Thank you ☺︎ ♥︎

like if interested!

#cc x cc #1x1 rp #rp ad #marvel rp #marvel roleplay #dc rp #dc roleplay #dark horse rp #dark horse roleplay #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #21+#spicy #rp #roleplay

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guzmapkmn-archive · 2 years

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identity crisis

ও word count: 784

ও relationship(s): pre ryan/oswald

ও warnings: talk of identity issues

ও summary: a study of ryan and oswald's relationship in the beginning of season 1. takes place from 1x01 to ~1x17

ও notes: the beginning kinda sucks but whatever. also what if i reuploaded my fics haha what if

ok to rb!!

Growing up, I realized that everyone wants you to have a solid grasp on who you are at such a young age. You were expected to have at least an inkling of the one thing you wanted to do with the rest of your life right out of kindergarten. It never made sense to me. In high school, you’re expected to know for sure. If you didn’t know, you were told to hurry up before you graduate or it’ll be too late!

I never understood how everyone could function so easily. Even the failures somehow failed successfully. The world wasn’t built for dysfunctional people like me - or, at least, Miami wasn’t. Carmine told me new wild stories about Gotham every time he visited, usually with a touch of disdain. It sounded like heaven to me. Surely, in a city like that, I’d fit in and find at least some semblance of who Ryan Campbell is, right? Apparently not.

~~~

The first time I met Oswald, I felt as if maybe things would change. As he had made his way up the hill to the chicken coop, the first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. Clear blue, with a smoldering fervor deep inside them. He was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and it was clear he had the ambition to reach for it. He had caught me after talking to Carmine, claiming to sense something similar in me. I was different, he told me. The fact that I didn’t seem to care about anything was refreshing to him.

After he left, I locked myself in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. “Who are you?” I said after a few minutes of deafening silence. “What do you want?”

My reflection didn’t answer. Typical.

~~~

The second time I met Oswald, I wasn’t in any better of a mood. My anxiety over my crisis failed to fade, and Liza’s suspicious behavior wasn’t making it any better. I had called Oswald, frantic after catching Liza spiking Carmine’s tea, and reveled in the fact that he hadn’t sounded surprised to hear from me. “Meet me at Robinson Park in one hour. We’ll talk there.”

It was cold when I got to the park, though I hadn’t waited long for Oswald to arrive with a large man practically a foot taller than him in tow. I explained what I had seen in detail, and he nodded thoughtfully when I finished. “We shouldn’t do anything to raise suspicion just yet,” he mused. We? “I highly doubt Fish’s goal is to kill Falcone, just get him out of the picture, so you needn’t worry for his safety. But, that doesn’t mean this is over.”

The smolder was back in his eyes, an almost dangerous blaze that I’m sure would leave me burned if I decided to get too close. But I didn’t care.

After a few silent moments, I told him he was right about what he said the last time we spoke. I didn’t care about anything a Falcone should care about. I didn’t want the money, the power, any of it.

“Everyone wants something,” he had said. “But I cannot seem to figure out what you want.”

“I want to be your friend.”

He looked almost taken aback. To be fair, I hadn’t known I was going to say that until the words were already out of my mouth. “As… honored as I am to accept your offer of friendship, that’s not exactly what I mean.”

“Well,” I said, “we’ve only just met. You’ll have plenty of time to figure me out.”

~~~

Now, I was still no closer to finding out anything about myself. After 3 years of living in Gotham, I still had no idea who Ryan Campbell was. And I feared I never would.

“Everyone has a motive, a passion,” Oswald was telling me, back at the club. “Something that drives them.” If only that were true, I thought wryly.

“Have you figured out what mine is yet?”

Oswald looked at me, long and hard. Sometimes, I wondered how someone like him must see the world. Someone full of life, full of passion and ideas and the drive to do something must see the world in such vivid colors. Deep emerald green. Rich, flowery lilac. The same bright, icy blue as Oswald’s eyes that seemed to stare right into my soul and refused to stop looking for a vibrant color that I wasn’t sure existed in me.

“No, not yet.”

I huffed out a laugh; dry and humorless. “Be sure to tell me if you do.”

Oswald’s gaze softened uncharacteristically, the shards of ice in his eyes melting into warm, inviting pools. “I will.”

#fic.txt #all dressed to kill; oswald ☂️#s/i: ryan 🌻#ive posted this before so no one is obligated to read it again :]#self ship #selfship

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zigg--muses · 1 year

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from: anonymous

9. who are some characters you ship your muse with? For Joker, Ruairí, Edward, and Terry?

ask meme: here.

Joker (@lethal--laughter)

My ships so far have been with mainly with Carmine Falcone (including @imperatore-falcone's version), Edward Nygma, and Harley Quinn. However, other ships I enjoy and would like to explore are of course BatJokes, LexJokes, and ScareJokes.

John is a character I'm also open to interesting ships with, including all above and their TellTale versions. I kinda want a toxic romance - someone to treat him badly.

Ruairí (@crimson--corvid)

Ruairi has been with many people over the century of unlife he's enjoyed. These include some other OCs I have, like Prince Novak of New Jersey, Lord Ewan, and scandalously, a werewolf named Yaniv Sands. However, I also ship him with a few canon VtM NPCs, including Nines Rodriguez, Beckett, Velvet Velour, and Isaac Abrams.

Eddie(@the--e--nygma)

Eddie is a whore (affectionate), there are few villains or vigilantes that he wouldn't have interest in, granted they're men. My favorite ships include Twiddler, RiddleBird(In a past-tense kind of way), RiddleCrow, and RiddleJokes. However, I'm open to pretty much anything!

Terry (@neo--knight)

I am a HUGE Terry/Melanie fan. I think their relationship is so cool and slick that it feels like the best kind of schlocky 90's movie romance. Outside of that, I haven't explored many ships, though I'm open to new ideas! He's so into the ladies, just never has enough time to balance his relationships out unless they're in the same line of work.

Terry (@nightmares--child)

Terry is a hard one to ship, since he's so niche, but there are a few canon characters I ship him with, given the player. Those are: MVP (Avengers: The Initiative), Jay Guthrie (Icarus, X-Men), and my OC Mal (@mad--mal). Outside of that, I am definitely open to exploring different ships!

#// memes #// ask

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divinamour · 1 year

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(NOT ACCEPTING) mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u! || @deviousmxnds

So, here’s the thing. Right? Dr. Psycho is a man I don’t much care for. He’s done very not-kind things to my mother, Diana of Themyscira. And I don’t just mean in the animated world, I’ve seen the comic panels you’ve been retweeting. I know what you did.

Then we get to Carmine Falcon(sp?) and he’s also a man I don’t much care for. He’s got a lot of sins on his plate, and if I saw him in the street, I would turn around and use a different street! And then I’d leave town, because, why the FUCK am I in Gotham? I don’t even like going to Newark, and you’ve got me in Gotham? Fuck no, BABY!

ON TOP OF ALL OF THESE THINGS, we get to Oksana Dragulina (i know I spelled THAT one right, don’t even pretend like I didn’t.) and I think she’s nice and I would hold her hand, but I know she’d probably do something fucked up and uncool to me afterward, but I’m an idiot so that’s fine. One less fool in the world isn’t a bad thing.

I write these indictments of your choices to say that I love writing with you and your messed up people. I love the way you choose to tell stories, as these interconnected drops of rain amid a storm of outside influences. All three of your muses (that I know of) interacting with one another, interacting with others, storylines crossing over, choices rippling out across time and the streets of New Jersey, making friends with anyone that comes along, hurting those same people (IC) all for the sake of the story, and having no ego or compunctions about your own characters getting hurt along the way.

They say ‘There’s no ego in comedy’ because you’ve gotta be able to turn yourself into the joke if you want others to laugh at you, and I see you embodying the tenets of that principle in your writing. There’s no ego in the stories you tell, you don’t mind jobbing to people or having them job to you, your focus is on making sure the story is told, that everyone involved is having good, safe fun, and that it all builds to something. You’re a warrior-poet, and I respect you.

Don’t ever disrespect me like this again though, you know what you did.

#deviousmxnds #ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵉᵉᵏ; ANSWERS.

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wingingthenight · 2 years

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@undeadasshcle has a schedule of his own.

he should be getting ready for mario and sofia's visit. he should be wearing the fancy suit falcone got fitted for him weeks ago. instead, he's still in his lounging clothes and has music blaring far too loud. dancing around his room, using his trusty box cutter as a makeshift microphone. never liked mario or sofia anyway.

it's during a spin that he sees falcone standing in his doorway. stopping is out of the question, this is his favourite song. so he gestures for the old man to come join him. ( teenage victor being a menace )

they’re due at the train station soon. if they’re even a minute late, carmine is certain sofia won’t let him hear the end of it. but god forbid she get a taxi with mario. it would simply be asking too much. he sighs, finger pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. his children mean the world to him, truly, he’d do anything for them. but it doesn’t mean they can’t test his patience from time to time.

“victor? are you ready?” he calls. objectively, victor doesn’t need to come with, but the ride there is much nicer with some company. it would also be nice to have his kids all together.

but instead of a response, when carmine strains to listen, he can hear music from the direction of victor’s room. not the best sign.

when he gets to the doorway, he raps at it a few times to announce his presence, but the music is much too loud. victor doesn’t seem to notice. his annoyance can’t quite stick when he sees him dancing about his room. the house is much livelier for his presence. he’s different to mario and sofia - carmine isn’t ignorant to the tension between his children, but he hopes it helps them all grow.

finally victor meets his eyes but there’s no shame, no oops, i got caught look. just one hand holding his box cutter, and the other outstretched to carmine. for a moment, he just raises a single eyebrow. they have places to be after all. but then again, one song won’t hurt, right? hell, not even the whole thing.

“after this song, you’re getting dressed.” he says, voice attempting at stern despite the smile on his face. still he takes the offered hand, lifting it in the air for victor to twirl in a circle. don carmine falcone does not exactly dance. but he can move to the beat, laugh as victor twirls and puts on a show. affection rising warm and full in his chest. moments like these he doesn’t need to be a mafia don, doesn’t need to watch his back, doesn’t need hawk eyes in every corner of an operation. moments like these, he can be a little looser, a little silly. he can enjoy spending time with his son.

and if sofia is in a huff because they’re a few minutes late, he’s fairly certain she’ll be just fine.

#sometimes i think about how much falcone cares about his family #and then i go a little coo coo bananas #muse; carmine falcone #call it crime; call it smart family business || victor & falcone ; undeadasshcle #undeadasshcle

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mafiaheiress · 1 year

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RESTRICTED : for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

FALCONE WAS BEYOND DANGEROUS. being the daughter of yet another notorious mobster, allowed her extra familiarity with the ins & outs of this type of shady business. precisely why she's offered bruce a helping hand. he'd been entirely against the idea at first, but isabella wasn't taking NO for an answer.

the lucianos & falcones were not at war, yet. enzo maintained a GOOD standing business relationship with carmine, which was why isabella gained such easy access into the club. 'i'm in.' she says to bruce through earpiece. the heiress is fully aware that one fallacious move could COST HER FAMILY EVERYTHING, but she's wise, & does not intend on messing up. 'i don't see falcone, but oswald is here.' her job was to sneak into carmine's office & steal an important file. how hard could that be?

#╰ ✩. writing prompts ╱ answered.#batfall #okay but i am way too EXCITED about this !#isabella and batman teaming up ??#SIGN ME UP lol

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eloquentyrant · 4 years

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HC- Living Spaces

It is often said that living spaces reflect and complement the personalities of their owners. For Oswald Cobblepot, this rings particularly through. His manor would not look out of place in the setting of a Gothic Victorian-esque novel, with long overgrown ivy winding down it’s cobblestone walls, forbidding metal spired gates to deter intruders, guards patrolling in rotation, perpetually half drawn blinds to obscure both light and silhouette (making it hard for snipers to get a good target).

Opulent hallways flicker under yellowed lighting, casting a sickly glow on pallid complexion and creating shadows at every turn in corridors that appear to stretch on endlessly. Intricately detailed furniture in oak, velvet, comfortable furs to cushion space left by the ghosts of countless portraits hung in remembrance. Such grandiosity. But at what cost?

The Iceberg Lounge, crafted deliberately with glossy ceilings (reflecting secret entrances: there will be no secrets kept from the Penguin’s watchful eyes), reinforced polished glass (tempered to perfection for shootouts), glitzy chandeliers, seasonally rotated/replaced artwork, expansive alcohol selection and strategically placed furniture (excellent makeshift weapons) to appeal to the crowd hungering for bigger. For better.

Encased in a fortress of Ice. Existing in Darkness. These things are so very different for an existence like Oswald Cobblepot.

References: (x), (x), (x)

#[PenguinHeadcanons]#[ me: nitpicks at Oswald's decor + sense of aesthetic to draw to light his solitude and overt carefulness/preparation. THIS MAN was MADE.#BUILT for chaos. u cannot tell me he aint prepared. ]#[ Look at the difference between the light + airiness of sb's living space like Carmine Falcone. The sturdy preparation and confidence of #Maroni. and then look at Oswald.he's haunted. and safe. but at what cost?]#[ this can also be used for reference if ur muses frequently visit him ]

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janusflipped · 1 year

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◎ What are you most proud of?

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.

I think this question is better suited for me! Hello there. I think becoming District Attorney. At least the first few years it was a very big achievement for me. It was a very nice few years up until the investigation and case with The Roman, Carmine Falcone.

It felt like I was cleaning up Gotham. Though It did result in several attempts on my life in those years, I was very loved. I was even dubbed by the media as "Apollo". I was teased a lot by Bruce because of said nickname.

Though I was told I have a lot of charm. Two-face is equally if not moreso charming, however.

#;harv speaks #;answered #;inbox #;anonymous #;ic

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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A/N - I wanted to continue incorporating Y/N into the main plot of Gotham. While Victor is at GCPD traumatizing Jim, I imaginated her in charge of Falcone's safety at his house when Barbara tried to negociate to save her man's life.

Sorry for my English mistakes. I hope you'll enjoy this new post! 😊

Part 1, when Y/N and Jim met is here!

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Masterlist

-------- 1 New Message -------

Victor Zsasz

He escaped.

Y/N

Victor Zsasz

10 minutes ago. At GCPD. Nice chase until Montoya and Allen joined us. Took him in a car, and drove him away.

Y/N

That's cheating.

...

I'm tracking his phone. Falcone calls you back, see you at HQ dearest.

Victor Zsasz

On my way.

"I suppose he wasn't too happy to be called back", hummed Falcone with an amused glee in his cold eyes. "Nobody likes to see their toy stolen" She answered, standing next to the fireplace while the Don was throning on his large armchair.

Falcone sneered a bit at her answer. "You and him are worst than children when it comes to this", he mocked while she just grinned.

"Do you already have his location?" The Godfather finally asked pensively. The woman nodded slowly. "Gordon's phone biped on the road in direction to the med Uni. I suppose they'll ask a trainee to patch him. Not everyone knows about the confort of an underground clinic after all", she answered.

Again, the Don hummed under her piercing gaze. The fact that he didn't ordered her to tell Victor to go fetch the cop was unusual. She knew about the soft spot Carmine had for Jim, because of his late father. Maybe it was the reason of his lack of reaction now.

However, she also knew nobody was king of the underworld letting soft spots driving them. Carmine was a tactical and pragmatic man. He must have another logical reason to not want the GCPD's rookie dead right now.

"You're thinking too loud, Y/N", he scolded in a paternalistic tone. "I do have a reason to let him alive", he confirmed, even if he didn't explained more than that. The henchwoman raised both of her hands in a cheeky defensive way, "never doubt it, Sir".

Falcone smiled in an indulgent way seeing her little attitude. "But you want to know why", he stated. She shrugged lightly, "Well yes, I am a curious woman by nature. But I also have some sense of self preservation and that is why I'll remain at my place and don't question your decisions". This time she saw him chuckled. "Clever woman", he fondly commented.

Their little chat was brutally stopped when one of Carmine's men joined them in the living room, looking slightly taken aback. "Sir, a woman asked to talk to you, It's about Jim Gordon", he explained.

"Her name?" Asked Y/N in a sharp tone, utterly dissatisfied about the man lack of precision in his report. He seemed to notice her foul mood and gulped hard, that woman commanding presence has always give him the creeps. "Barbara Kean, Sir, Ma'am". He was ready to breath a sigh of relief but stopped when he saw her frown change for a cruel smile.

"Bring her here", demanded Falcone who had his own little smirk on the corner of his lips. "My, poor little lamb", hummed the henchwoman while shaking slightly her head in disapproval. That was one hell of a mistake to make. "To walk directly in the lions den... She has some serious guts or she's incredibly stupid", she mused.

Falcone looked at her intensely still smirking, "She's a desperate fool, love tends to make people like this, Y/N", he said. "Well surely because they don't have a rocket launcher and a full stock of C-4 at home, to help them deal with their love problems. A pity". Y/N mocked.

"Not everyone is like you my dear, be sweet now", Falcone chastised again. "as sweet as honey", she smirked cruelly, just when a tall and skinny blond woman was guided in.

"Miss Kean, welcome to my mansion", Greeted the Godfather. "I heard that you wanted to talk to me, please sit" he invited while pointing at another armchair in front of him.

"Thank you Mister Falcone", choked slightly the blond woman before sitting. She was shaking like a leaf and remembered Y/N of the china in the Don's cupboard: delicate, nice to look at but fucking fragile. Damn, one glance on Kean was enough to make her sob like a girl. This was infuriating.

"Now, now, don't mind her", reassured the only man in the room. "You're scaring the poor woman, Y/N", he scolded falsely. Were they alone now, she would have answered that her specialty was more making poor men cry and offering them a nice new soprano voice. But there was no room for her sass now. So she just titled her head a bit.

"I-I know you're looking for Jim, but p-please don't kill him!" She beg. Oh god, she was ready to cry. The henchwoman hated that. It was messy and all those body fluids utterly disgusted her. She internally cringed when she heard a sniff from the other woman, dis-gus-ting. Why couldn't she be with Victor, shooting someone or smashing some heads on a floor/wall, she deals better with blood than snot...

The begging never seemed to end. And when she was ready to blow her own head with her gun to escape this farce, Falcone finally put an end to it. "My dear, I have to acknowledge your strong loyalty to your man", he started. He always liked to toy with people she mentally sneered. "But sadly, Jim Gordon wronged us deeply with his reckless actions." Here goes the snot again, but he cut her before she can start crying again. "However, I am certain we'll find a common ground, since we have you here".

Barbara went livid. And just when she bolted out of her sit, Y/N was on her and immobilized the woman easily. "Let me go!" she yelled while trying to free herself from the henchwoman's strong grip. "Take her in a room, Y/N. Have a little girl time with our guest but don't enjoy yourself too much. We want her in one piece and sane" He demanded. "Yes, sir", She simply said dragging Barbara with her out of the room.

"P-please let me go! I swear I'll never talk about this, I'll never try anything against Don Falcone! I-I have money, I can pay if you want", Cried Barbara, tied up on a chair and in front of Y/N who had a totally blank face.

"A-are you listening?! Please let me go and leave the city at least!" Snapped the blond. She had to bite her tongue when the henchwoman lean forward, making her chair creak. Her dark eyes pierced her skin and Kean couldn't hide her sob.

"Women like you only know three things: crying, saying sorry and playing damsels in distress." Y/N sighed. "Keep your money, treacle you'll need the paper to blow your fake nose. Concerning the funny idea to let you go... How can I put this? You were idiotic enough to came back in Gotham after Jimbo put you on that bus. So that's a no."

Barbara's eyes went wide. "H-how do you know about me leaving Gotham?!" Now she was afraid, the other woman can see it in her eyes. She shrugged in a good-natured way, "walls have eyes and ears, that's common knowledge, Barbara. Can I call you Barbara?"

Kean was stunned and gaped like an idiot before nodding stupidly. Just a second later, the door banged against the wall, making Barbara jump in the chair and scream. "Y/N", said Victor sternly, his empty gaze on their hostage.

"Ah, Vic! While you were having boy time, we decided to organize our own girly party. What do you think?" Asked the henchwoman without looking away from tied Barbara who lost the rest of her colors.

"No bone breaking, no torturing, no slicing... Are you going soft, sweetness?" He taunted with a terrifying smile, putting a leather hand on the back of Barbara's chair and making her squeal in fear.

Y/N clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Do you want her to pass out Vic? Look, she's going to fucking puke from fear right now. And I don't want to have to wash it", she growled.

The bald man tilted his body until he was right in front of Kean, cleary inviding her personal space on purpose. "P-please!" She cried, maybe in hope the other woman would save her from the maniac looking at her like she was some kind of experiment.

The henchwoman only scoffed before barking: "I swear that if she puke you'll do the tidying!" He sneered at her comment, "As always sweetheart".

She wasn't able to sleep. At all. The two psychos didn't move from her room, watching her like cats eyeing a mouse. Damn they didn't even talk after scaring the shit out of her. They just exchanged glanced, as if they were mastering telepathy.

Barbara was now in Falcone's kitchen. Victor was on her right, still looking at her blankly, while Y/N was on her left drinking a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper wrote in another language. The only spark of normality in the room was Liza, Falcone's caretaker, if she had understand it right.

The brunette was taking out of the oven a bunch of muffins and cleary jolted when Victor lean a bit in her direction to look at them. "Those smell good", he said cryptically.

"They are not for you, creep", cringed Liza while walking away from the hitman and passing behind Kean. "She can have one, if she want. Her too" pointed the woman in direction of Y/N who folded the top corners of the newspaper, showing her bored face and a raised eyebrow.

She looked at Victor, sighed deeply, and grabbed a muffin before holding it in front of Zsasz's face, as a cue for him to take it. The hitman cracked the most boyish grin Barbara had ever seen, and slowly took the pastry with his triumphing grin still in place.

When the henchwoman pull her hand back, he snatched it and pull it instead in front of his mouth to kiss her knuckles in mocking chivalry. "Thank you, my lady", he even pushed.

Only to be greet with the barrel of her gun lazily pointed at his face. "Should take your hand, but you need it to work. A stupid mouth? You don't need it, right? " She drawled. "My, aren't we bold this morning sweetness?" He teased again, pulling her out of her sit in a single swift movement. God, he was strong. Much stronger than his lean stature seemed to indicate.

"No blood in the kitchen!" Snapped Liza who came back with her muffins in a plate. The duo looked at her intensely before slowly raising their hands and exchanging a playful but dangerous glance.

"Sure you don't want one?" Asked the caretaker again, showing the plate in front of Barbara's face, who turned her head on the side. "No, thank you" she muttered.

A ring tone broke the tension in the kitchen and she jolted a bit hearing Funky Town. She eyed a now perfectly calm Victor who was staring at her a long second and then finally took his phone to answer it without a word, his eyes never leaving her.

"A shame", He finally said then look at Y/N with a serious face, tilting slowly his head to indicate her to follow him.

"JIM!", Barbara cried when they arrived in the living room. The young cop looked at her with wide eyes "Barbara!" He clearly was fighting to stay still and not run to her, but a simple glance from Y/N froze him while Victor was untying the blond. "Ok, he wasn't bluffing", growled Harvey from his place on the sofa next to Gordon.

As soon as she was free, Barbara ran to Jim's side muttering "I am sorry" in his neck, while the inspector tried his best to calm her in a hushed tone. He didn't miss the rolling eyes of Y/N seeing their little reunion but she didn't say anything, obediently standing next to Victor who was intensely watching them too. Even silent, they were still frightening.

"I should ask Victor and Y/N to kill you", said Falcone in an exasperated tone making the mayor break a cold sweat and taking a few steps back when he saw Zsasz's devious smile. "Wow... Uh... I will take my leave then, a few reunions to attend. Don Falcone" he saluted then cowardly exited the room.

"You caused me a lot of troubles, Inspector Gordon", stated Carmine after a tensed silence. "But since you trusted me a few minutes ago, I think there's still hope for you here, in Gotham", he continued. "Now, get out of here, before I change my mind" finally said the Don.

"Wait a minute..." interjected Zsasz who frowned deeply under Y/N wary gaze. "QUIET!" Demanded Falcone, gaining immediate silence from the hitman. "Out!" he ordered again to Jim, Bullock and Kean who didn't push their luck further.

"Stop sulking", muttered the henchwoman while walking next to him after they also exited to room. Victor glanced at her with his empty eyes and a blank face, but she knew better. The tension in his jaw and shoulders betrayed him. In this state, Zsasz was extremely dangerous, and she was not stupid enough to try to talk reason into him. The only result would be her head being brutally separated from her shoulder, at best.

Instead she hummed pensively and stretched her arm lazily. "He has too much potential to waist it now, let him mature a bit, dearest. Pretty sure that'll be very, very interesting."

He stopped dead in his tracks and fully looked at her without blinking. She patiently wait before slowly smirking when Victor's boyish grin bloomed again on his face. The hitman swiftly snaked his left arm around her waist and pull her close to him, "What a wicked woman you are, sweetness". There, she was in clear waters again. She just pecked his chin with a wink and free herself from his grip to continue her walk.

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Y/N

Time to invest in a good body armour Jimbo, you're now playing with the big guys. See you around 👋

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