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“I have an unholy amount of student loans, so if your serious I will totally accept free food. I’m not even picky, s’long as you don’t suggest top ramen. I bleed top ramen now.”

Practicality won out over modesty in the end. And hell, maybe she’d make a new friend. it’s not like she’d had the time while she’d been at school, and then interning. 

“Yeah, ‘would’ve been.”

He opened his leather wallet, and sure enough, all it’s contents are intact albeit damp: a couple of dollar bills, his credit cards, torn up photographs, all there. Not that he expected her to steal something, but this was Gotham, after all. Couldn’t be too careful.  “’Would’ve had to go hungry today,” he said, tucking his wallet back in it’s original spot in his pocket. “Uh, can I buy you lunch or somethin’ to make up for it?” 

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Like this for a starter?

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Sentence Meme | Lana Del Rey Edition.

“Let me put one a show for you.“ 

“Take me to the finish line.”

“She wore blue velvet.”

“Life is awesome, I confess.“ 

“What I do, I do best.”

“Lay me down tonight.“ 

“I fucked my way up to the top.”

“This is my show.”

“Not even they can stop me now.”

“I’ve been raised from the dead.”

“I didn’t even notice how hard life was.”

“Now my life is sweet like cinnamon." 

"You can be my full time daddy." 

"Don’t break me down.”  

“I’ve been trying too hard.”

“You say that you want to go to a land that’s far away.”

“How are we supposed to get there?”

“You talk lots about God." 

"That’s not what this bitch wants.”

“I want money, power and glory." 

"Let’s get out of this town, baby we’re on fire." 

"Everyone around here seems to be going down.”

“It feels like all of our friends are lost, nobody’s found.”

“I got so scared, I thought no one could save me." 

"You’re no good for me." 

"Baby put on heart shaped sunglasses." 

"Never was there ever a girl so pretty.”

“Do you think we’ll be in love forever?”

“Come to me baby." 

"If you’re not drinking then you’re not playing.”

“You’ve got the music in you, don’t you?”

“I’m in love.”

“Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problem.”

“It’s alarming honestly how charming she can be.”

“I’m dying.”

“My baby lives in shades of blue.”

“Remember how we used party up all night?”

“This is what makes us girls.”

“My pussy tastes likes Pepsi Cola.”

“My old man is a bad man.”

“We’re off to the races!”

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x Narcissist x

If she needed to learn anything, it was that things could always get worse. Even with the most unstable of individuals. But it wasn’t so much that things could be made worse for them. But instead for her. Though, he wasn’t very interested in her own safety. She was a means to an end. If he could get his patient to talk. To react to her. Then he would have something substantial and could, perhaps, go through with his next phase. 

                 ❝ For me, not long. I was only recently assigned                     his case. Where others before my have failed, I                     will succeed. Then again, it is hard to find competent                    doctors in this place aside from myself. ❞

When the elevator came to a stop, he stepped out, pulling his badge from his pocket. This was a high security area. One that required clearance for entrance. Clarence she would certainly be lacking. 

                 ❝ Stay close and say nothing. I will handle any                      issues regarding your access to this area. ❞

Narcissism. I suppose there’s always something.

Heather watched him with narrowed eyes. While no doubt a brilliant man she doubted everyone else in the facility was useless. Yes there were plenty of break outs -- but that seemed to her a problem of circumstance. Gotham hardly contained normal criminals. Consider also the ones with mutated abilities that defied all logic and sanity if nothing else. Clayface (whose real name she couldn’t quite remember) and the former Doctor Isley were prime examples. 

Arkham Asylum was really the perfect moniker when you thought in those terms. The propensity for insanity in the city certainly was Lovecraftian.

Ding! The doors opened. Rather than respond verbally to his request she nodded and did as he asked, following him out into the hall and acting as if she had every right to be where she was. People saw what they wanted to see.

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“So I’m going to pretend you never said that, and then you’e gonna never say it again and we’re gonna get along fine, you feel me?”

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“I didn’t really do criminal profiling -- I mean that was part of it but I’m so not FBI --” Cue the mental breaks. Heather  juggled her files and her coffee into another hand so she could shake his. “Heather Daughtry. Nice to meet you Mr. Nygma -- I guess You’re the one I’m supposed to be talking  to then?”

     ❝That’s completely fine, really! I’m certain that many of the      cases  we  work  on here in the GPD would benefit from an      opinion   from   someone   such  as  yourself.  I’m  Edward      Nygma, by the way.❞

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“Great. Tea I can handle.” 

She gestured at the cafe a little farther down the street. She’d never actually been to it but hell if people weren’t always touting cups with the logo on it at Arkham. It was some sort of Gotham specific regional thing apparently. 

“Thanks, too. I’m not actively trying to be an asshole usually.”

Heather was just tired. And apparently also slap happy. Normally she wasn’t so prone to chattering at strangers. And that she considered this chattering said something about her daily work count. 

Another biting remark was more along the lines of what he was except in retort. An apology for her sour mood was a welcomed surprise. “Apology accepted.” Oswald shrugged his shoulders; a drink as a token of her apology was unnecessary but appreciated. With a few moments to spare, he figured he could afford a minor detour. “Tea, please, if you insist.”

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“I feel like you probably liked Robin Hood way too much as a kid,” she said with a winder grin. Yes, definitely not the worst person to have crash into your work place in the middle the night. Actually he didn’t even rate close to the top ten. At least this guy was a good guy and all that. “Since you already broke the shit out of the front window you might as well just do what you came for so there was at least a point to it.”

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“Much obliged, I’d hate to have to fall back on my last defense and beat you to death with a paper napkin.” Him being so agreeable caused a smile. She wasn’t the biggest fan of masked people but he seemed alright. Certainly less flamboyant than some. “Which one are you? Since you’re here.”

“I’m quaking in fear, I assure you.” He replied, not even trying to keep the amusement out of his tone. There had been worse reactions to his presence by far, and really, despite what some might think, he wasn’t always looking for trouble ( just…most of the time ). “People like to call me Red Hood for obvious reasons. Just Hood works fine though, since we’re so well acquainted.”

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“Don’t take this the wrong way -- but sense I don’t have any better options I’m going to have to say yes.”

“If you’d like to sit next to my driver, that’s fine but I do promise to keep my hands on me throughout the ride.”

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“Well I mean if Sparky is what you’re going for,  by all means.” She rolled her eyes, amused. 

Wade tilted his head looking at her “Sparky is a cute nickname for you.”

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“In the gutter actually. Good thing  is hasn’t been raining a hell of a lot lately, or your stuff would have been toast.”

She was a generally nice person when she  thought people deserved it, but she wasn’t  reaching down into a sewer for someone she didn’t know.

Thoughts of lunch were interrupted by a sudden touch on his shoulder. His eyes looked down, and, sure enough, his wallet, was in the girl’s hand.  “Damn.  Where the hell’d you find it?”

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So I saw the suicide squad trailer and now that work has calmed down I have the undeniable urge to revive Heather. So sorry about the hiatus. 

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//cries about threads. 

So um. Across my three blogs I have about 60 threads right now and uh. I’m maybe kinda sorta dying on the inside b/c I can hardly handle twenty. Sooo I am not accepting more as of now, and what threads I have are going to be a but slow. It’s the work week right now and all. 

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gotta catch them all!

sincerely,

a trash bin.

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They asked what my greatest accomplishment was. “Surviving,” I said

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