@zsqsz : ❝ aren’t you the curious one. ❞
“I think a bit of curiosity is natural, a man doesn’t act as you do without an underlying cause.” Jonathan says coolly, running a clinical eye over the other’s tally-marked scars. He’s toying with the machinery in his gloves, the softest click, click click of the safety, on and off, an idle meditation on his temptation. He didn’t much care for Zsasz, and if the conversation devolved into experimentation, well...he certainly wouldn’t be losing any sleep over it.
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𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 ------ FOLLOWED BY FAINT STEPS . . . ( SOMEONES COME TO PLAY ! ) clown quickly but quietly rises to his feet * & starts inching toward the door .
𝙍𝙐𝙉 , 𝙍𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙏 , 𝙍𝙐𝙉 . . .
INTENT IS TO PLACE HIMSELF in a corner just behind the door ; to give himself more of an upper hand . . . like hyena awaiting prey , HE LICKS HIS CHOPS , with barb-wired bat at at the ready ---- 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 '𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐒 !
𝘿𝙊𝙉’𝙏 𝘽𝙀 𝘼𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙄𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙀𝙍’𝙎 𝙂𝙐𝙉 !
THIS IS A ' JOB . . . ' would be assailant had said , but that didn’t clear up muddied waters -------- NOT EVEN A LITTLE . HE’S CAUSED A LOT OF PEOPLE a lot of pain , after all . . .
@ZSQSZ
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@zsqsz said : [ PROTECT ] from zaz !
It was a small mistake- a loose wire in the headpiece of the Carpenter- that one small, sparking thing that returned free will and active mind to one of the Hatter’s pawns at a time most embarrassingly inopportune. He can count himself lucky it wasn’t a heist in progress; but when one wishes to show off a piece of new technology to a dear friend, being belted halfway across the stage by your own pawn‘s hammer is... well, immersion breaking, and that’s the least of it.
The terrific crack of skull against wood cuts loud clear though Wonderland’s cacophony, as the metal is abandoned for fists before the Hatter even has half a mind about him. There’s hot blood on his face, scarlet painting the hands of his assailant as they ready for another blow., looming large in the wide eyes of the hypnotist. He scrabbles backward, animal-like, desperate, pleas nonsensical and desperate when :
𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎 !
His wish granted with a gunshot, the perfect o in the dead center of the Carpenter’s forehead a testament to Victor’s skill. The Hatter locks in place, shock washing over his face in a crashing wave. “...ah.” Nervous laughter, a wave of trembling hands. “Funny how that happens, we really are all mad here...” Jervis’s facade of cheery control is about as fragile as his ability to hold himself together, he’s well and truly shaken. “You- you will bandage this ones canvas, I should hope...”
He makes no attempt to stand, but draws his knees to him, a hand cradling his forehead with a wince. “Dear me, went though and though my head like an earthquake...though and though and through...”
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five hours into torture and chill and he gives you this look.... what do you DO ? / @zsqsz
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@zsqsz ‘ & !
MISTAKES WERE MADE -- something realized now , but would never be admitted .( ‘ hindsight is perfect vision ‘ , and all .... ) . the only thing clown regrets is not ONLY letting zsasz live , but letting him escape. he certainly won’t be making that error again -- IF ANY AT ALL. doubts he’ll be alive by the end of this .... and that’s perfectly fine with him . ( YOU CAME , YOU SAW , AND YOU NOT ONLY LIVED BUT LEFT YOUR MARK ON THE WORLD / nothing will ever be the same .... ) however , that isn’t to say the joker will make it easy -- where would the fun be in THAT ?
other would trace a scar with surprising delicacy - or perhaps it should be expected. being in victor’s line of work takes skill , precision .... “ funny story ‘bout those .... “ j trails off . when speaking again voice takes on a more intimate quality ( different than his usual fast paced cadence ) . “ wanna hear it ? “ all the while he’s resisting the urge to shiver at former victim’s touch . instead he’d stare , unwavering , into the assassin’s eyes . maybe.... he’d reopen them. ( after all , if the shoe were on the other foot.... ) wouldn’t THAT be a fitting way to leave this world ?
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐓 . . . [ clown wears a maniac’s grin ! ] -------- * & when the gun is pressed to his forehead . . . it elicits maddened giggle ! " y’ ---- y’ reEEeEeally got a one track mind ! " laughter stains each syllable with an inappropriate hilarity ; 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄 . . . or if gotham would hastily push him to the back of her mind . ( a thought that seems to sober him up quite a bit ) ------- “ . . . SO ! y’ open t’ a bargain ? “
TOUCH MEME | @ZSQSZ
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