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novlr · 9 months

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How do I describe a character when they’re angry and just “so done”? How would they act?

A Quick Guide to Writing Anger

It’s the hot-blooded, ever-challenging, angry character that often steals a scene and captivates readers’ hearts. From the brooding protagonist to the volatile villain, anger introduces a heightened element of emotive dynamism. Anger is a powerful emotion that can define a character's behaviour, interactions, body language, and attitude.

How Do They Behave?

Make impulsive decisions

Have a short fuse and react explosively

Hold grudges

Be physically aggressive

Be motivated by revenge

Exhibit self-destructive tendencies

Speak at an increased volume

Speak unexpectedly fast or slow

How Do They Interact?

Have issues with authority

Struggle to follow orders or instructions

Confrontational or verbally abusive

Overuse of swear words or insults

Struggle to focus or listen to others

Dominate conversations and interrupt often

Become isolationist

Short-tempered and accusatory

Describe Their Body Language

Clenched fists and tight jaw

Rigid and defensive posture

Maintained eye contact

Pacing or fidgeting

Aggressive movements

Increased muscle tension

Point and jab when speaking

Invade others’ personal space

Describe Their Attitude

A sense of dissatisfaction and frustration

Overly sceptical and distrustful of others

Impatient and easily annoyed

Confrontational and arrogant

Feelings of powerlessness

Motivated by vengeance or justice

Hostile and irritable

Blunt, direct, and stubborn

A lack of empathy

Positive Outcomes

Be a motivator for change

Inspire others with their passion for justice

Can be a motivator for personal growth

Learn to articulate their needs and set boundaries

Develop resilience and strength by managing their anger

Increased assertiveness

Experience catharsis and emotional release

Improved problem-solving skills

Negative Outcomes

Damaging to their relationship with others

Can lead to chronic stress or health issues

Become isolated, leading to loneliness and depression

Develop a reputation for being difficult or aggressive

Can cause legal troubles or social rejection

Lower self-esteem and sense of self-worth

Become violent or cause physical harm

Exhibit impaired judgement or decision-making

Useful synonyms

Furious

Enraged

Wrathful

Incensed

Infuriated

Livid

Raging

Fuming

Irate

Outraged

Vexed

Irritated

Resentful

Indignant

Seething

Mad

Hostile

Incensed

Cross

Huffy

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writingraven · 2 years

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Writing Emotion

Anger

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Physical Effects

↦ aggression

↦ arguing

↦ blaming

↦ brooding

↦ clenching fists

↦ clenching jaw

↦ controlled tone

↦ criticizing

↦ complaining

↦ crossing arms

↦ crying

↦ demanding

↦ face flushing

↦ frowning

↦ grinning

↦ hot flashes

↦ inability to listen / comprehend

↦ inappropriate reactions

↦ insulting

↦ impetuosity

↦ increased pulse

↦ irrationality

↦ irritability

↦ losing control (thoughts and actions)

↦ physical reactions, often violent

↦ pupils dilate

↦ rigid

↦ risk taking

↦ sarcasm

↦ slow, unsteady breaths

↦ speaking unusually slow or fast

↦ staring

↦ stomping

↦ sweating

↦ teeth grinding

↦ tense

↦ threatening (verbally or through gestures)

↦ tight-lipped smile

↦ tight muscles

↦ tunneled vision

↦ twitching

↦ withdrawing

↦ yelling

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Prompting Anger

⇨ Know What Triggers Your Character

⤠ anger is a secondary emotion, meaning it will be caused by a primary emotion (embarrassment, distress, etc.)

⤠ commonly, anger is caused by the underlying fear of being harmed (physically or emotionally)

⤠ think of your character’s fears and triggers

⤠ the reason behind the anger will affect the type of anger and the reaction

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Types of Anger

⇨ Dry vs Wet

⤠ Dry: sharp, stern, threatening, rage, seeing red, being done & vengeful

⤠ Wet: emotional, crying, trembling, screaming, being hurt & embarrassed for caring so much

⇨ Types Described by Therapists

⤠ Assertive Anger: a constructive form of anger in which someone expresses their emotion in a healthy, safe way

⤠ Behavioral Anger: impulsive physical reaction often expressed through violence

⤠ Chronic Anger: continuous, low-level feeling of anger/resentment/frustration often impacting health, relationships, and self-esteem

⤠ Destructive Anger: unhealthy response to anger commonly expressed through verbal/physical actions to hurt others

⤠ Judgmental Anger: response to a perceived injustice which can be expressed through criticizing others and can cause feelings of loneliness or low self-esteem

⤠ Overwhelmed Anger: sudden response due to stress reaching a boiling point

⤠ Passive-Aggressive Anger: avoidant response that includes emotional suppression, often expressed as sarcasm or pettiness

⤠ Retaliatory Anger: reaction to a direct attack, verbal or physical, in which anger is usually directed back at attacker

⤠ Self-Abusive Anger: anger directed inward, often caused by shame and low self-esteem

⤠ Silent Anger: non-verbal reaction to anger in which someone closes themselves off and does not communicate

⤠ Verbal Anger: aggressive anger in which one lashes out at another through verbal attacks; often feels guilt afterwards

⤠ Volatile Anger: explosive and destructive response that makes it hard for person to communicate or express themselves

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Writing Anger

➵ describe body language

➵ describe facial expressions

➵ describe physical side effects

➵ show character’s behavior

➵ show character’s inner dialogue

➵ show other characters’ reactions

➵ use short sentences and sharp words to build tension

➵ avoid using the word ‘anger’ or any synonyms; using the word is an obvious sign that you are telling the emotion instead of showing it

#writing #writing tips #story ideas #reference #knowledge #writing reference #writing emotion #emotion #writing anger #anger #anger prompts #anger responses #show not tell

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redd956 · 1 year

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Writing Anger Things

Annoyed

Eye rolling

Need to get away from person or situation

Inner speech

Impulse to talk back and heightened attitude

Complaining

Frustration

Frustration tears

Sniffling/Hyperventilating

Anxiety

Quitting attitude

Easily overwhelmed

Anger

Downward/creased eyebrows

Clenched fist

Breathing heavily

Scrunched up face

Starting to raise voice

Anger Headache

Glaring

Tightness in face

Venting

Raging

Seeing red

Gritting teeth

Adrenaline rush

Shouting & Screaming

Fight Senses

Slight increased strength

Twitching (especially in the face)

Veins bulging

Crash afterwards

#anger stuff #anger #writing anger #writing emotions

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amirryer · 3 months

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I longed for the embrace of hands crafted from the sweetness of honey, their touch a delicate silk; accompanied by a soft symphony of pearly sounds that echoed with tenderness, each breath a warm and comforting caress.

I did not desire to be torn by my neck and told that I was a weight over his shoulders, I begged, I begged, I wanted to be loved.

#writing anger #hurt/comfort #writing #sad thoughts #angry #love me love my voice #english literature #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts

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fuckingwhateverdude · 4 months

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12.17.23

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feral-ballad · 3 months

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Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “These Days”

[Text ID: “My body ages, / my anger burns into a seam. / I am so annoyed by love / and still it comes.”]

#kate baer #anger #love #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #american literature #american poetry

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gay-impressionist · 10 months

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france is burning.

667 people were arrested last night. they are curfews in place. public transport is partially closed at night.

nahel, a 17-year-old, was shot tuesday by the police during a traffic stop. he wasn't violent or armed, he wasn't a threat. but he broke the law and tried to drive away, so the cops killed him.

and now france is rioting.

there is a video so the government isn't trying to deny the facts for once. but the minister of the interior (in charge of the police) still insist that the police shot less people since the 2017 law on public safety.

but an analysis of police statistics by Le Monde, the most read newspaper in france, says otherwise. when the police shot on average 250 people each year in the five years prior to 2017, that number became 297 after 2017. for shots fired specifically on moving vehicles, the average used to be 119 and it's now 150. before 2017, there was an average of 0.06 deaths per shot. now it's 0.32.

more than ever, the police shoots to kill.

so france is burning.

#i wanted to write something small because there's nothing on tumblr #but it became longer and longer #i didn't add pictures bc it always seems voyeuristic to me. this isn't click bait. i'm not here to exploit the pain and the anger in any way #but a kid died and hundreds people are being arrested and tumblr doesn't say a word #upthebaguette #whatthefrance #acab #tw death #tw police brutality #france things

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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i've polished this anger and now it's a knife

rubyetc.com / unknown / @/rbhvleo (tumblr) / Venetta Octavia The Burning / David Lynch The Angriest Dog in the World / Japanese Breakfast Boyish / unknown / @/jovialtorchlight (tumblr)

i. rubyetc

[ Messy drawing of two hands holding a bird. "HOLD ME, / NICELY, / I'M UNLOVELY" ]

ii. unknown

[ Black and white background image of people fighting. A man kneels down holding his head with his right hand in front of the audience. Right behind him is another man raising his fist in a punch. People lay on top of each other in the background. "WHY ARE YOU FULL OF RAGE?" ]

iii. @/rbhvleo

[ "TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER" ]

iv. Venetta Octavia, The Burning

[ "You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not eman you were kind." ]

v. David Lynch, The Angriest Dog in the World

[ Stylized drawing of a tied up dog in the backyard of a house. "The dog who is so angry he cannot move. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He can just barely growl. / ...Bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis." ]

vi. Japanese Breakfast, Boyish

[ "And all of my devotion turns violent" ]

vii. unknown

[ "You are / a better knife / than you are / a person." ]

vii. @/jovialtorchlight

[ "once you understand the form kill it / once you understand the form kill it / once you understand the form kill it / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once the form is dead hold it and weep / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / once you have wept for the dead whatever / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT / HOLD THE LAST LIGHT AND MOLD IT" ]

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bixels · 2 months

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Posting a sneak-peak of this now because I'm about to be In The Shit school workload-wise, so this'll take me a while to finish.

Doing some character design exploration/expression sheets for Celestia and Luna. Figuring out Celestia's weird ass anatomy while I'm at it.

#mlp #celestia #fanart #my art #wip #the grand galloping 20s #delete later #look at me fucking smart guy signed up for 4 art classes in one quarter #so now i have 4 concurrent art/film/creative writing projects going on at the same fucking time #taking bets on how fast i burn out #anyways the idea behind the faces is the front face is the surface. it displays whatever emotions celestia intends when she's in control.#the two side faces––sadness and anger––are sides of her she has less control over. i drew all 3 faces active for the exploration #but in reality only 1 is active at a time. the others will either close their eyes or go catatonic like a puppet or doll #the final face on the back of the head is the deep subconscious. every ugly and violent and hateful thought and emotion #that lies buried under the surface. celestia has no control over that side of her. if she ever wakes

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dissociativecollective · 2 months

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Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what should have been, what will not be, what I cannot save.

#writing #spilled ink #creative writing #journal #mental health #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #poetry #prose #poem #dissociative identity disorder #actually did #did system #ptsd #grief #loss #anger #writers on tumblr

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bluerosefox · 1 year

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Peek-A-Boo Champ!

So... when Jazz and her newborn baby were taken by a cult she wasn't... too worried. Okay yes of course she was worried about her baby in the hands of the people who knocked her out cold when they broke into her home and seem to want to use HER baby as a vessel for some evil entity to bring the apocalypse BUT she knows her husband's patrol routes like the back of her hand, knows when Jason likes to drop by to check on them (with maybe another bat or bird with him, he begrudgingly allowed cause they wanna see the littlest batbaby) and knows he and the rest of the batfam had been alerted and are on their way, she knows this. And if they don't come soon she has ways to get out of these bindings and saving her baby (no anti ghost things at all, so she's good with going liminal on them if need be)

HOWEVER Jazz stops when she realizes the summoning circle they're planning on using... and knows damn well who they're going to bring to this plane of the realms...

It's been a good long while since she saw her brother. And this will give her a chance to actually introduce him to his nephew/niece instead of just sending him pictures.

......

Jason really wasn't expecting, as he showed up to the warehouse the cult (THEY TOOK HIS WIFE AND KID. NO B, HE WILL NOT CALM THE FUCK DOWN, HES TAKING THEM ALL OUT FOR THIS! THEY'RE GONNA USE HIS KID TO BE A VESSEL FOR A GHOST KING) was using guns blazing, to find the cult members all frozen in solid chunks of ice that would make even Mr. Freeze envious of meanwhile his wife cheerfully chatting with a glowing, floating, blueish skin with star like freckles being with a glowing crown and space cloak... who at the moment is making silly faces at his kid and playing peek-a-boo (by actually disappearing and reappearing)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #batman #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #jason todd #jazz fenton #anger management pairing #Jazz and Jason know about each other life's #no worries #Jazz knows Jason's past and he knows about hers #heck he even knows her brother is a halfa #she.. just forgot to mention he was the Ghost King though #that's why he panicked when Babs found out why Jazz and his kid were taken #Danny's sadly been very busy repairing the Infinite Realms for the last couple of years #it was legit on the verge of crumbling/shattering when he finally took the throne #so he very rarely gets to visit Jazz due to how fragile the Realm was #and he hadn't had time to see his nephew/niece just yet but Jazz has talked to him over the phone and sent pictures #he does happily tell Jazz hes been making plans to visit within the year though #the Realms are finally stable enough that he can leave for a bit #he just needs to double check it stability for the next few weeks #Jason has heard stories of Danny #knows he was the hero Phantom but is basically retired now #he has seen Danny a few times and as Phantom but never seen him in Ghost King mode or form #He knows Jazz has missed him but whenever he suggest Danny is always welcomed to visit she always says his work can't be ignored for now #He just didn't know that 'work' was being the FREAKING GHOST KING

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ew-selfish-art · 8 months

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Dpxdc Au: As Danny gets more comfortable as a “long term roomie” in Wayne Manor, he starts to have freinds over. Aka psychopomp AU

Danny decided to take Batman’s deal upon the JL shut down of the GIW and Fenton Labs. He’d been working with the various heroes for a minute while they pursued the illegal government branch and his mad scientist parents- when it was clear he wasn’t going to have a home to return to, the Bat said he had a civilian contact that could help him and Jazz.

Jazz was honestly so relieved that they wouldn’t have to start from zero in her college town- how could Danny possibly say no when it took so much stress off of his sisters plate? Begrudgingly, he gets back to the Big Bad Bat and gets the contact info for one Bruce Wayne. Adoption is refused but, Jazz and Danny are invited to stay for how ever long they need to get their feet under them.

Danny keeps a lot of distance between himself and the other kids in the house, only coming to the meals that Jazz also attends. She’s pretty busy with classes during the day but it’s becoming clear that she’s also spending “quality time” with one of the older guys that stops by for dinner. Jazz advocates that he start to integrate himself or find a local community and after months of being a shit about it- Danny agrees to make new friends. He never said they would be alive tho.

Thus, Danny becomes Gothams local psychopomp. He just starts inviting the Shades of the unavenged for tea time in the west wing gardens. Alfred is always happy to supply tea and snacks, Danny doesn’t understand how the man doesn’t have more questions but is going to push his luck by asking. Wayne Manor is high key becoming the most haunted spot in the city and it’s starting to show.

Tim is the first to notice the changes in the Manor- he’s always been the smartest detective- and joins Danny at one of his tea times. What he hears Danny and the vague shape of a man talk about… is an old cold case. Holy shit, he’s got a break through.

Jason is the next to show up, but not because of the flickering lights or cold air, because he’s just maybe the teensiest bit interested in Jazz. Danny initially ignores him but seeing as the shades are all quivering in fear, Danny sighs and ultimately tries to figure out this dudes “whole undead deal”. Jason just wants to know what her favorite meal is but Danny will only exchange information for information. Jason gives him an abridged version of his death and rebirth- He walks away knowing Jazz’s preferred take out orders, favorite brand of tea and the cafe she likes to study at.

It’s going well honestly- Danny is having quality time with the ghosts in the city, the city is repaying him in good karma and Jazz is too occupied with the zombie to get on his case about not making human friends.

Then one of the batkids gets overshadowed and it results in… reveals? Drama? Friendship? Actual brotherly bonding?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #anger management ship #Danny is adopted AU #Danny is a psychopomp #write in the other sibling interactions lmao #duke is hella not sure what this guys deal is but he straight up refuses to go to the west wing during ‘tea time’

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writingraven · 2 years

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Vocabulary • Synonyms

Anger

note: these words have different connotations

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↦ acrid

↦ acrimonious

↦ aggravated

↦ belligerent

↦ betrayed

↦ bitter

↦ boiling

↦ burning

↦ caustic

↦ cross

↦ disgusted

↦ displeased

↦ exasperated

↦ ferocity

↦ foaming

↦ frustration

↦ fuming

↦ fury

↦ hateful

↦ hostile

↦ hot

↦ indigent

↦ irate

↦ irked

↦ livid

↦ loathsome

↦ offended

↦ peeved

↦ perturbed

↦ rabid

↦ rage

↦ rancorous

↦ raving

↦ resentful

↦ resistant

↦ scornful

↦ seething

↦ smoldering

↦ spiteful

↦ steaming

↦ ticked

↦ vengeful

↦ vexed

↦ wrathful

#writing #writing tips #reference #knowledge #writing reference #character traits #writing characters #vocabulary #anger #emotion #writing anger #writing emotion

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spacedace · 27 days

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Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help

Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.

The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.

Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.

The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.

That social worker.

“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.

“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”

He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”

“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”

Nightingale frowned a little at that.

“Is that what people are saying?”

“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”

“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”

“You wanted to work here.”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.

She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?

Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.

“I’m serious.” She assured, blue-green eyes meeting the dark stare of his helmet without a moment of hesitation. He watched as she brushed a lock of her bright red hair behind her ear and out of the way. She’d woven it all into a practical, neat braid but a few sly pieces had snuck out to bounce around her. Gilding her quiet professionalism with a playful charm that worked well with her academia but make it cottagecore kindergarten teacher aesthetic.

“I’ll admit, Gotham wasn’t part of my plan when I first graduated. Time and choices take you funny places sometimes.” She plucked an invisible bit of lint off her soft blue cardigan, not nervous but absent as her gaze went distant for a moment. Thinking back on the events that had led her to his fine city. In a blink, those sharp eyes were back to focusing entirely on him. “But Gotham is where I am now, and I want to help.”

She looked at him, a serious, determined expression settling easily on her face. “The city as a whole has so much chaos and crime breaking out all the time.” No censure or horror in her voice, just a neutral fact to be observed. “But where the rest of the city has millions of dollars poured into it by various foundations or charities run by the Waynes, Park Row is largely ignored.”

Jason watched as steeliness sharpened her gaze, the blue-green shifting from the shine of a bird’s wing to the warning hue of something poisonous and deadly. “No one deserves that. No one.” Her chin tilted up, proud but not imperious. “So yes, I want to work here. There are people in Park Row and the Bowery who need help and I refuse to let any of them feel like they are going to be ignored.”

Jason considered her.

Really looked at her. Pealing back his initial off handed impression of her as some clueless transplant in over her head with no idea of what she was doing or what she was poking her nose into to find the real woman beneath. Her confident poise, her clear unshakable belief, her unflinching willingness to look danger in the eye and not blink. The tense curve of her frown, the lines of pain at the corners of her eyes, the simmering anger beneath it all. There was an edge to her, too. Something sharp and dangerously well hidden by the cardigan and folksy charm of her accent.

It was personal for the woman before him, Jason realized. Maybe not Crime Alley specifically, but something about the whole situation. The treatment the neighborhood and its residents received from the city at large, from those even beyond it.

Crime Alley wasn’t a place that received much in the way of charitable thought. The average joe with their house in Somerset and job at some corporate shithole hating every second of their life but thinking at least I don’t live in Crime Alley. Those asshole hoity-toites in city hall throwing money around equally between shit that’d get them re-elected and their off-shore slush funds in the Caymens doing their damn level best to pretend the black mark on the other end of the city just didn’t exist. Bruce, flooding the entire city with charitable programs and carefully constructed infrastructures shying away from the manifested grief and trauma that was the place he watched his parents get murdered.

For the most part no one from outside of the Alley gave a shit about the Alley other than as a place to avoid at all costs. And most of the time those natives that manages to claw their way out into better and brighter lives didn’t ever turn to glance back. Orpheus could have learned a thing or to from an ex-Alley Kid who managed to eek out a steady 9-to-5 and move to Burnley.

And something about that seemed to piss Dr. Jasmine Nightingale Psy. D right the fuck off.

He could see why Bill said he liked her enough to let her in.

“Alright.” He said, tilting his head, watching the woman seated across from him carefully, “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Why you’re trying to get on my payroll.”

“I’m not trying to get on your payroll.” She said, some of the glinting edge softening, but the steel remaining. Strong and unyielding. “I’m trying to get into your community outreach program.”

Jason thanked god and all the saints once again for the gift of his helmet. That baby had saved his ass more times than he could count both by keeping his head in one piece and keeping his stupefied expressions wrapped up and hidden from view. Dr. Nightingale was one hell of a woman to make him have to rely on that fact twice in one conversation.

“Wasn’t aware that was something I had.”

Nightingale, not fortunate enough to have a full face covering helmet of her own, had nothing to hide her stupefied expression behind. Jason had a feeling she might have removed it to make sure he saw even if she did though. She looked like she had caught him eating glue like it was a cheese stick.

“Yes you do.” She said, sounding deeply confused but unshakable confident in what she was saying. “I’ve seen it. The soup kitchens, the shelters, the collection boxes for donating old clothes, the after school day care.” Nightingale ticked off on her fingers, “I’ve lived here for less than two weeks and I’ve lost count of all the things I’ve seen setup to help people struggling in the area that I’ve been very reliably informed you and your organization are behind.”

Oh.

Those.

“Those aren’t part of some community outreach program.” He said, “We are simply locals offering services for our neighbors.”

He watched as her caught-him-eating-glue expression shifted into one that said she’d stumbled upon him licking electrical sockets for a mid-day pick-me-up instead. He had to give it to her, the woman was not afraid to let one of the most dangerous men in the city know she thought he was a fucking idiot.

“Let me see if I understand this right.” She said, and he appreciated that there wasn’t any kind of condescension in her voice, even though she very clearly thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. Possibly from the top of a three story building. “You have a large group of people working together to plan, organize and execute multiple services in your area - your community, if you will - that provide aid and support to those that otherwise would not receive it. Reaching out with your available time and resources to offer these services, that you provide. For free.”

Alright, Jason got it. He had stumbled ass backwards into creating a community outreach program. But he wasn’t just going to let her think she won this one. He was Red Hood, he had a reputation to uphold here.

“What makes you think any of that is free?” He tilted his head at just the right angle, the one that cast shadows across the planes of his helmet and made him look hell-touched and terrifying. “Just because we don’t charge money, doesn’t mean there isn’t a price to pay.”

Dr. Nightingale, dressed like a damn kindergarten teacher, laughed at him.

#dpxdc #jazz fen #jason todd #social worker jazz #social worker jazz fenton #anger management ship #anger management #pre anger management #jason todd x jazz fenton #i don't know why i keep writing scenes where Jazz writes resumes to apply to work for crime bosses but it just feels right in my soul okay #the real reason Jason wears a full face helmet is so people can't tell when he utterly fails to hide his emotions about something #the idea of social worker jazz working in crime alley has completely consumed me mind body and soul

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