#Batman trilogy

[skintyfiia]

FINISHED!!!!!

[thepunintended]

love it when directors keep casting the same two actors together over and over like they're playing with dolls. creating little AUs and such.

[tomhardymyking]

The story behind 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲's voice, by 𝗧𝗼𝗺, during this 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 interview in 2021, because it's 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲 💖

𝗧𝗼𝗺 is and will be the best 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, in my opinion ❤️

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La historia detrás de la voz de 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, por 𝗧𝗼𝗺, durante esta entrevista de 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒓á 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏��𝒂 en 2021, por ser el 𝐃í𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 💖

𝗧𝗼𝗺 es y será el mejor 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲 en mi opinión ❤️

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[acousticbloke]

Decided to just finish it in grafite instead of color and i think it came out real good

[holybagelsstuff]

Unpopular opinion but I think that the Scarecrow mask makes Dr. Crane even more attractive uhhh

[montimer]

May I ask if you write also for scarecrow from the Batman trilogy?? If you do, could you please write dating headcanons? And if you don’t, sorry to bother you :)

Okay this time there will be an exception just cus ya asked so nicely. And no you dont bother me at all. Also i apologize if its not accurate i didnt watch the show just clips

Batman trilogy Scarecrow x reader

Gn!reader, dating hc's

Hes very possessive.

He kinda has this uncanny vibes, maybe not to you. You love him endlessly.

He often compliments you.

Hes not even slightly embarrassed to kiss or hug you even if there are people around.

You see dating him is a lil different than the other scarecrows. He is more brave for sure, even w/ out the mask.

As much as hes curios he wouldn't want to expose you to his toxin. Unless you really want it, but not before he has an antidote w/ him.

Hes usually working, but he'll always make time for you.

You have to agree, mans got a good voice to him. If you tell him you'll never hear the end of it.

He let you wear his mask but only in private.

Mans professional so he can always help you, just ask him

When he plans something he wants you far away from the place. He wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to you, even worse if it's caused by him.

He is more than obsessed w/ fear. But even so, you are so much important to him (and obsessed w/ you)

He'll let ya talk about whatever you want. He likes hearing ur voice

[denimbex1986]

'If you’ve ever read an interview with the Irish actor Cillian Murphy, you might think him shy, irritable, or even neurotic. Journalists love to write about how closed-off he is, that if you ask him anything too personal he’ll shut down and give one-line answers. This makes their job very hard, they say. But what those interviews don’t tell you, is that if you let Murphy talk about a subject that he actually wants to talk about – such as his epic new film about the father of the atomic bomb J. Robert Oppenheimer – he’ll go on for ages. And he’ll be very open and interesting while he’s doing it. He might even make a joke.

He does this when NME meets him at a posh hotel in Soho. We’ve just walked into the room. Murphy is sat down, wearing a black v-neck jumper over a white t-shirt, black trousers and a pair of very pointy Chelsea boots. He seems relaxed, and greets us with a cheery “hello!”. Then he recognises the thick paperback tucked under our arm as a copy of American Prometheus, the Pulitzer Prize-winning biography from which Oppenheimer is adapted. We’d intended to read a quote from the book later but Murphy cuts in on our explanation. “No, you brought it in here to be pretentious,” he grins. “Would you like me to sign it for you?”

There are people who would sell their grandmas for a mere glimpse of Murphy, let alone an autograph. He’s been dogged by screaming fans since the early days of his career – when he broke out as often-shirtless apocalypse survivor Jim in Danny Boyle’s 2002 horror hit 28 Days Later. Brummie gangster series Peaky Blinders made him a global star, but his most famous film roles are notable because they’ve often come from collaborations with the same director. Christopher Nolan’s sci-fi blockbuster Inception, war thriller Dunkirk and his Batman trilogy all featured Murphy as the supporting curio – a side character that pops up every so often to steal your attention from the main protagonist. But in Oppenheimer, the duo’s latest creative partnership, he finally is the main character.

And he’s a good one too. Oppenheimer was an American scientist who made vital discoveries in quantum physics during the 1920s and ‘30s, going on to oversee the creation of the atomic bomb for the US Government – two of which were dropped on Japanese cities Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945, killing an estimated 220,000 people. Oppenheimer spent the rest of his life campaigning for disarmament, appalled at the weapon (his preferred term was “gadget”) he had helped to give the world. He also drank heavily and had a reputation as a womaniser, despite being quiet and sometimes socially awkward. Murphy calls him “contradictory” and “complex”, which is like saying Suella Braverman doesn’t like immigrants. “I do think that he believed it would be the weapon to end all wars,” Murphy continues, attempting to explain how a left-leaning humanitarian could spend two years perfecting the ultimate killing machine. “He thought that [having the bomb] would motivate countries to form a sort of nuclear world governance.” Murphy pauses. “He was naive.”

Was that naivety a choice though? Oppenheimer had an explosive ego, once attempting to poison a university professor who chastised him when he was a student. Could his desire to achieve such as historic breakthrough have led him to ignore his own better judgement?

“That’s an interesting take,” says Murphy. He runs his hands through his hair, which is styled into wavy curtains. He does this a lot when thinking a question over. “Chris used this amazing phrase. We were talking about Oppenheimer’s arc and he said, ‘You know, he’s dancing between the raindrops morally.’ That unlocked something in my mind when I was preparing.”

To play the role of Oppenheimer, Murphy went very deep. He read the Bhagavad Gita – a 700-page Hindu religious text that the physicist famously quoted from (“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”) Then he started “skipping meals” in an effort to slim down to Oppenheimer’s rail-thin frame. During the actual shoot, Murphy smoked so many fake cigarettes that he worried it harmed his health. “They can’t be good for you,” he told The Guardian. Oppenheimer himself died of throat cancer in 1967.

On top of the physical strain, Murphy delved into some pretty dark emotional places. He had six months to research before filming began in February 2022, and during the 67-day production he often worked 18-hour days. War, genocide and the nuclear holocaust are unpleasant to think about at the best of times, never mind your every waking moment. It must have been brutal.

“You always have to take a holiday after a job,” he concedes, as though being a Hollywood actor is no different from plumbing toilets. “It’s not because… as some journalists like to think, you’re a method actor or whatever. It’s because you give so much time to the job and then suddenly you stop. You have all this displaced energy, you know, so you kind of don’t know what to do with yourself… But I’m a very easygoing sort of person. It doesn’t weigh me down.”

We suspect Murphy isn’t being entirely truthful here. Such is the intensity of his performance – all simmering discontent and wide-eyed panic attacks – that it’s difficult to believe he just shook the weight of global armageddon off each night before climbing into bed. Emily Blunt, who plays Oppenheimer’s wife Kitty in the film, has said Murphy regularly skipped cast dinners because of the “monumental” pressure he felt. “Of course he didn’t want to [eat] with us,” she told People magazine. Matt Damon, brilliant as mustachioed military boss General Groves, agreed: “His brain was just too full.” When we push Murphy on the subject, he reveals a little more. “I didn’t go out much. I didn’t socialise much, mainly because of the amount of work I had to do… I became so immersed in the role.”

To make the experience yet more profound, cameras rolled only “a couple of days” before Russia invaded Ukraine. The West united to impose stringent economic sanctions on Vladimir Putin and his people. The value of the Ruble plummeted, Russian billionaires were booted out of London and Moscow became a cultural ghost town with the likes of Green Day and Iron Maiden cancelling gigs. Putin’s response? To start lining up tactical nukes along his borders. Armageddon seemed closer than at any moment since the Cold War. Murphy (and his castmates) felt the heat. “It was everywhere, and we were fully aware of that,” he says. “The threat [of nuclear war] has escalated and receded over the years since 1945… and now it’s back. It’s always there, this Sword Of Damocles that is hanging over us.”

Murphy, 47, knows what it’s like to exist against the backdrop of conflict. He grew up during the Troubles in late 1970s and ‘80s Cork, Ireland, where reports of sectarian violence in the north often dominated the news. His mum was a French teacher and his dad worked for the civil service. As a teenager, he was obsessed with music. He read NME and loved Frank Zappa and The Beatles. To illustrate his fandom, he tells us about a trip he took to Liverpool, later in life, to see the legendary Cavern Club, where the mop tops first cut their teeth on stage. “I walked down to [the street where the Cavern Club is supposed to be],” he says, “and it wasn’t there. It was somewhere over there!” He gesticulates with his hands. “It’s not the real Cavern. It’s just a mock-up!”

Inspired by John, Paul, George and Ringo, Murphy and his brother formed a band: The Sons of Mr Green Genes, named after a Zappa tune from the avant garde groover’s 1969 album ‘Hot Rats’. The songs were similarly experimental, filled with “wacky lyrics and endless guitar solos”. Eventually, an indie label based in London, Acid Jazz, put a five-album deal on the table. He and his brother turned it down, citing reasons of artistic independence, but for a while rock and roll appeared more inviting than the movies.

Murphy is often disparaging about his songs to journalists, but they must have been doing something right. He’s also self-deprecating when we bring up the underrated 2002 short film Watchmen, which he co-wrote with BAFTA-winner Paloma Baeza – his only attempt at a screenplay. “I just never thought that I was good enough really,” he says. “It’s why I haven’t, you know, pursued the music either… I like to do one thing quite well.” He adds that it’s unlikely this will change in the future.

Murphy will be far too busy to write songs or screenplays for a while anyway. The first reviews for Oppenheimer are out, and some critics have him earmarked for an Oscar. He’ll charm his way through awards season no doubt, just as he does at the Paris premiere the night before our interview. Done up in a black suit with mustard shirt and matching oversized tie, he looks a bit like the handsome English teacher your best mate had a crush on. Walking the red carpet, he is happy to answer questions, speaking at length about Nolan’s genius and the “amazing” reaction to Oppenheimer so far. You can tell he’s enjoying himself.

Murphy’s not on duty tonight though, with London’s premiere scheduled for the day after our chat. Then he’ll be waiting to get on with his next gig, the dark indie drama Small Things Like These, adapted from Claire Keegan’s bestselling 2021 title, in which he’ll take the lead role. Following his breakthrough blockbuster with a low-key Irish drama is typically understated of Murphy, so not unexpected. More box office projects loom on the horizon – a standalone Peaky Blinders movie and the long-awaited horror threequel 28 Months Later – but he says he has “no new information” on either.

It’s difficult to say what Oppenheimer means for Murphy. He is a household name in the UK and Ireland, but less so in the States, where some still see him as a ‘TV actor’. In a recent interview to promote the film, Robert Downey Jr. talked of Murphy’s life “changing” after Oppenheimer, as if he’s a fresh actor on the scene. In a sense, Downey Jr. is right. This is Murphy’s first lead role in a sure-fire smash. And the parts he gets offered now may be a bit starrier. But don’t expect to see him in spandex on a Marvel soundstage anytime soon.

“I like unknowable, ambiguous, kind of enigmatic [characters],” he says. “To me that’s human life: the knotty, weird grey areas… A good man’s life is wholly uninteresting.”'

[notnursenightingale]

I cannot help my smile, for it is carved on my face with a jack-knife.

|| L. Frank Baum, The Land of Oz

[acidtookmysoul]

Heath Ledger as Joker

The Dark Knight (2008)

[tomhardymyking]

Who else is out of breath every time 𝗧𝗼𝗺, as 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, appears like this in 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔? 🥵👌🏻

Today, 12 years ago, the film was released in Spain, and we met 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, played by 𝗧𝗼𝗺 💓

He will always be the best 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, whatever happens 👏🏻💯

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¿Quién más se queda sin aliento cada vez que 𝗧𝗼𝗺, como 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, aparece así en 𝑬𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒐: 𝑳𝒂 𝑳𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆? 🥵👌🏻

Hoy, hace 12 años, se estrenaba la película en España, y conocíamos a 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, interpretado por 𝗧𝗼𝗺 💓

Siempre será el mejor 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗲, pase lo que pase 👏🏻💯

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[acousticbloke]

This was supposed to be a doodle but i kiiinda got carried away

[holybagelsstuff]

It just occurred to me today, why is Scarecrow still alive after the events of Batman Begins? Wasn't he literally poisoned by his own toxin?

[schizophreniadream]

[orienteddreamerrr]

Here is a random “cringe” and “all over the place” story I made like 3 years ago and I’m now just sharing it…I involve some big people in it like my old friends, actors, and myself, I put them in parentheses…almost technically like a crossover…if you don’t want to read this kind of story, I suggest moving on, but if you do, then please, enjoy and leave a like if you did so!

You’ve been warned, this is so so long!

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A Heavy Heart.

(Big Movie-like story!)

(VERY LONG)

Rating: PG-13 for….brief violence, brief sensuality and thematic elements!

I couldn’t sleep. Insomnia was taking its toll on me. I looked at my alarm clock with the numbers glowing 4:30. Damn! I have to get up at 6 to go to work. I work at “Sylvie’s Shelf”…a grocery store. I take care of the deliveries that come into the store with the help of my friend Vincent (My old irl friend named Chance). I quickly got myself up and ready for what’s ahead. By the time I was done, it was 5:30! Enough time to say hi to my friends. I just hope they are up and awake already. I called Vincent first…he picked up rather quickly. “Hey Vincent…ready for work?”, There was silence on his end and a sigh. “Everything okay Vincent?”, I continued. Vincent finally spoke into the phone after the few moments of silence. But…it wasn’t him.

“Hello Jessica (me!)…this is Vincent’s mom…I’m sorry but he won’t be coming in to work today…”, I heard her sigh deeply again as she continued. “Vincent…has been in an accident…earlier yesterday….after you two left the store…he sped down the road too fast and got hit by a truck…and that truck was running a red light…and he is now on life support in the hospital…I’m sorry honey…we…can…both visit him after you’re done with your shift…what time do you get off?”, Standing there, I wasn’t sure how to talk to her, as I was still soaking in the information she just told me. I could only stifle out a “5:30…in the evening…” and hung up without hearing her response. I glanced to the clock to see it was 5:45…time to go.

I picked up my keys and hoodie, leaving out the door with my mind feeling frazzled. I was not going to let this incident get in the way of me working…I’ll pretend it never happened. It was a good drive as I pulled into the store parking lot, seeing there were lots of signs posted in the front saying, “Get better Vincent” or “We have faith in you!”. I got out of my car and over to the building. Staring at those signs, I felt a small swell of anger as I tore them all down, making my way inside the store. This was not helping me at all! As I got ready in the lounge, my co-worker, Jason, (Adam Driver who played Kylo Ren on Star Wars), came into the lounge to ask me if I was okay. Since my mind was still frazzled, and I have a small crush on him, I didn’t say anything as I stuffed my hoodie into my locker. Jason walks closer to me to say, “If you wanna talk about it—or if you don’t, I’m right here…”, He slowly takes my hand as I turn to him, feeling him grab my other hand as he gave them both gentle squeezes. I sighed knowing Jason always finds a way to make me feel better.

I nod to him. “Thanks Jason…but I’ll talk when I’m ready…”, Jason nods back and gives me a long hug. Without me expecting, Jason lightly kissed my cheek. I felt my cheeks get warm as I chuckled in amusement of this. Jason smiles, chuckling along with me as he gave me one more look before leaving to the warehouse that was set at the back of the store. Our shift doesn’t start until 8:30—and it was only 8! I stayed in the lounge for a little longer before making my way to the warehouse. It felt weird since Vincent wasn’t around. But there was a newbie taking his place for the time being…his name is Jack! (Heath Ledger who played the Joker, from the Batman Trilogy) I see him sitting outside, waiting for the deliveries to arrive I’m guessing. I look over to see Jason walking up to a tall shelf to organize it. As I walk closer to Jack, my heart suddenly races.

I’m not sure why—maybe it’s my ego? I see Jack clear as day as he is wearing shades. But I also noticed the slits at the corners of his mouth. People had been telling me he likes to wear “clown makeup” and had gotten these scars from his early childhood. Deep inside, I felt kind of bad for him. Without warning, I noticed Jack had quickly shifted his attention from the ground to me as he said, “Well heyyy dollface! Are you ready for work?”, I jumped just a little at how he came at me as I got closer to him, leaning myself up against the wall, nodding to his question. “Hopefully it won’t be too hectic…”, I hear Jack scoff. “You never know…”, I smile faintly to his words as he smiles faintly back at me. I was going through my thoughts when I noticed Jack standing and coming over towards me. “Y’know…we could, uh, keep in touch—you and me…”,

My cheeks felt warm as he licked the sides of his mouth, shoving a folded-up card into my hand. I stare at him as he walks over towards Jason to greet him. I look back to my hand and unfolded it to see it was a number written on a Joker Card—found by playing those card games. Is he for real doing this? I get to text Jack? Just me? Of all women in the world, he picks me? I sighed to myself as I stuffed it into my pocket for later. The truck finally arrives as he started unloading the crates that carried fresh produce and meats. Some co-workers who work at the front of the store came in to get those boxes we’ve taken out of the crates. We were finally on break at 2:30…and our break ends at 3:15.

It's not much of a break—but it will have to do! I’m wandering through the warehouse, and I instantly see Jack smoking at the same exact spot from this morning. I went over to him, standing near him against the wall as I asked, “So—got anything you wanna talk of? Are you looking for a new job? Is this one temporary?”, Jack puffed out some smoke before replying, “Well—I plan on moving out of the dumpy city…and to live free and large…”, He gave me his creepy smile before smoking another puff of smoke. I smiled back in a fake way as I sat near him, crossing my legs. I was daydreaming a little when smoke was blew into my face.

I coughed some as I waved my hand around to waft the smoke away. “Hey dollface—I’m talking to you!”, I giggled slightly, with him giggling along with me, knowing he was only joking around. Time must’ve flown as Jason interrupted our little moment, saying we needed to get back to work. After all the deliveries came in, the time was now 4:30 and the trucks have stopped coming in for the day. Yet, it’s a bit early for some reason. I was putting boxes with canned goods inside on a shelf when Jason came over to me, trying to scare me. I didn’t flinch one bit. I sighed and turned to him. “Y’know Jason, you really need to work on that…”, I gave a little chuckle as Jason chuckles along with me. After a few minutes of organizing and stocking a few things, my phone rang. I picked it up to hear it was Vincent’s mom again. “Hey Jessie’, are you almost off of work yet?”, She talks to me like I was her best friend or something…yet I don’t know her very well. I quickly turned to see the wall reading 5:15. “Oh yeah—I’m almost done!”, I quickly replied. “Okay well—I’m here at the hospital…if you are wanting to visit, now’s the time because doctors won’t let visitors see him anymore…”, My heart felt like dropping out. Not see him anymore? Are you kidding? “Alright, I’m on my way…”,

I quickly hang up and shoved my phone into my pocket. Jason was standing there with a sad empathetic look on his face. “I can take you…”, He said lowly. I shook my head at him. “No, I’ll be fine…thanks anyways Jason…”, I go over to him, standing on my tippy toes to give his cheek a light kiss, returning his gesture he gave me from this morning. Jason smiles and hugs me tightly in return. From afar, I could see Jack was nearby and noticed what he had witnessed. Looking jealous, he gathers up his stuff and leaves. I sighed as I released Jason, seeing him give me one last look before walking off to the lounge as I follow, quickly gathering my stuff as well before heading out of the store to the parking lot, with Jason trailing behind me, going to his car. It was sweet of him to take me to the hospital, but I rather go alone. I’m on my way there when my phone rings yet again—but it was only my friend Janet! (My irl friend Britney) “Hey Janet! Um, why are you calling?”, I can hear Janet sigh a little before responding. “I hope you aren’t too busy…I need help with something…”, “Alright, well let me visit the hospital first and I’ll swing by your place when I’m done, alright?”, “Alright..”,

With that, I hung up and arrived at the hospital. I’m walking up to the receptionist to ask where my friend Vincent is. “Oh, he is just down the hall to the left…”, I gave her a thank you and proceeded down the hall. Vincent’s mom was sitting out by the door when she noticed me. “Took you long enough to get here…”, She got up and gave me a light hug, also adding that I could go in. As I did, I see Vincent, laying almost lifeless on the hospital bed. I sat next to him in a chair, gently grabbing onto his limp hand. “I’m sorry Vincent…I should’ve been there…”, “You should have, but there was nothing you could’ve done…”, A voice startles me from behind. I turn to only see a doctor checking out Vincent’s X-rays. “Oh, sorry, I thought I was the only one in the room…”, The doctor only shook his head and made a flinging gesture with his hand. “No, no it’s alright…I’m Doctor Bridgeworth by the way…but you can call me Stanley…”, (Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki). I stand and shake his hand to greet him.

“Will he be okay?”, I ask, sitting back down in my chair. “He’s quite stable for now…but he might have to stay on life support just for a few more days…other than that, he should be fine in a couple of weeks give ‘er take…”, I gave a slow frustrated sigh. Stanley noticed my mood and patted my shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “It will be alright…a couple of weeks go by very fast…”, He gave a wide smile as he left out of the room, on his way to tend to other patients probably. After the visit, I went straight to Janet’s house, wondering what she could possibly want help with. As I entered her house, I saw everything was in disarray! “Janet?”, I tried calling out her name. No answer. I take a look around her living room, seeing her coffee table was flipped over, couch pillows littered onto the floor, her lamp laying on the floor also. “Janet?!”, I yell out her name this time. Still no answer. My heart starts racing. I rush to where her room is but as I just opened the door, a guy wearing clown-like makeup and purple colored attire was standing there with a knife quickly pointed towards me.

He suddenly realized who I was as he lowered it. I realized who he was too—Jack! “Jack? What are you…doing here?”, Jack only giggled to himself as he slowly stalks around Janet’s room. “Well, y’know me…just taking care of some business…”, He licked his lips and walked over to me. “Where is my friend?”, I growled to him, standing in front of him, making sure not to let him walk away without an answer. His eyes flicker on me from head to toe before answering, “She’s in the bathroom…”, He points over my shoulder to a door that was behind me. I quickly go over to open it, finding her tied up and sitting on the toilet seat. I went over and released her from the ropes around her waist and ankles. She hugs me tightly in return. She then stands to take a small handgun that was hidden in the waistband of her pants, pointing it directly to Jack. Jack only shot up his hands in a jokingly manner as he laughs faintly. “Janet! No! He’s okay…he just thought you were a bad guy or something…”, I look to Jack, seeing that he liked my excuse by his lips curling into a smile.

Janet lowered the gun with a sigh. “I’m…NOT having that psychopath be here for the night…make him leave Jessica, please!”, She begs me, giving me a little push on my arm. But I had cut her off, telling her to go fix up her living room a bit. Seeing her walk away, I grab Jack’s hand and led him outside. “Come on Jack!  I know you’re better than this…”, Jack only licked his lips in response and giggles. I sighed frustratingly and tried to walk back into the house but Jack grabs me by my arm to stop me. “What’s the matter doll, hmm? I’m just having a little bit of fun…it’s not like I’m causing chaos…”, I only looked at him blankly. Jack inches a little closer to me. “Look, Jessica…as long as nobody is hurting you…I’m not hurting anyone…”, He was caressing my hand that he was still holding. Without myself thinking, I quickly hugged him as I felt him instantly hug back, but I told him to go. “See yah at work doll face!”, He tells me as he skipped into the shadows. I sighed to myself as I go back inside to help Janet with her house.

It took forever but we managed to fix up the living room and some of her room as well. It took as long as midnight had arrived. I was half-asleep on the couch—I could still see and hear my surroundings a little. I watch through my half-opened eyelid, seeing Janet open the door as Jason slowly enters. I could see Janet putting a finger to her lips, signaling Jason to be quiet as she points me to the couch I’m lying on. I only see Jason respond with a nod as he hangs his coat up to dry. Janet walks back to the kitchen as Jason comes over, squatting down in front of me. I squeeze my eyelid back shut as I feel him softly caress my forehead, giving me a light kiss for comfort. After what felt like hours—but I might’ve passed out, I woke up to check my surroundings. All was dark except for a lamp light near my feet. I sat up fully, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I look to the clock on the wall reading 3:45. Nowhere near time to get ready for work. I stand as I make my way to the kitchen. Jason was there drinking on some decaf—but his presence startled me. “Oh, Jason…I thought you were asleep…and yet, you usually sleep on your breaks!”, I sat myself next to him as I hear Jason sigh. “Well, not tonight…”, The feeling of concern swells up inside me as I replied, “Why? What’s wrong?”, Jason sighs again. I got up to hug him around his neck, trying to make him feel more at ease. I feel him hug back, squeezing my arms firmly, having a tight hold of me. After chitchatting and staring contests, we eventually got ready for work as we both drove, following each other to the store. Janet works too but she works as a receptionist in an office building not too far away from where I work.

I got out of my car after I parked as I made my way into the store. As I dropped my things off in the lounge, Jason comes up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “Jason what are you doing?”, I ask him. Jason gives my cheek a peck as he says, “I don’t know, just felt like doing it…”, I giggled at his response as I gently force his arms off of me, giving him a playful push as he give me a playful push back. As we made our way to the back, Jack was already here, stacking boxes here and there. As soon as Jason walks off to check for the truck’s arrival, I went over to Jack to greet him. “Hey Jack!”, I punch him softly on the shoulder. Jack only grinned and turned to face me. “Hey doll…nice to see you showing up at work…”, I rolled my eyes and quickly hugged him. “Don’t let your boyfriend see this…”, He added. I got out of the hug to notice his voice thickening with light jealousy. “What, are you jealous or something?”, Jack looked embarrassed and turned back to face the boxes he was unpacking. “Jack, it’s okay, you can tell me…”, I tried placing a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched away. “No…no it’s noT…”, He only said that as he walked off to another pile of boxes that needed to be unpacked. Feeling bad, I continued to onward with my shift.

Once the end of the day came, I was busy packing up my things in the lounge when Jack came in. He went over and sat in this chair that was nearby. I suddenly get the courage to say, “I’m sorry Jack…I didn’t mean it that way…”, Jack sat there for a good minute before getting up as he stood near me, closing my locker door for me. “If you were going to be sorry, you should have said it in the first place…”, “Well, I am!”, I quickly hug on him, the second time, as I feel him go stiff for a minute, but he was able to relax into it and hug me back. “D’you wanna come over to my place then? Hmm?”, He had asked me as he was stroking my back in small circles. I was just about to answer him with I heard Jason had barged in to take notice of our little moment. He stands there, his face forming into anger. “Jason! What are you doing here?”, I asked, pushing myself out of Jack’s arms, moving him to the side a little. Jason only grabs his bag and leaves with a huff. I hear Jack giggle to himself as he walks over to his locker. I slumped into the chair Jack was sitting in earlier, feeling confusion swell in my brain. “What’s wrong dollface? Hm?”, I only stared at the floor, not answering him. He takes notice of my silence as he walks over to me, squatting down in front of me. “Doll—it’s all okay…in the end, it wouldn’t matter, Jason will dump you and move on to some other chick…he would then bcome a worthless piece of—“, “I know Jack! I know…”, I only smile faintly at his words, looking up to see him. Jack matches my smile as he caresses my cheek.

Out of nowhere, he kisses me on my forehead and leaves. Well, that caught me off guard! As I’m driving home, my phone rings. I picked it up to hear it was Vincent on the other end! “Vincent! Oh my God, are you okay? I thought you were still on life support!”, Vincent was silent, but he only said, “Meet me at the hospital…”, He then hangs up. This is not like Vincent at all. By the time I got to the hospital, it was 8:15. I got out of my car and rushed to the lobby. As I am, flashbacks of me and Jack appear in my mind out of nowhere for some reason. My heart sinks, feeling like he may be here and holding him hostage like he did with Janet! I booked my way to his room, pushing the door open to find Vincent by himself, sitting up and relaxing, being on his phone. He noticed me having a worried look. “What’s good, Jessica!”, He threw both of his hands, throwing peace signs. I chuckle at that as I rushed over to hug him tightly. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”, Vincent hugs me back, rubbing my back in a soft manner. “I’m glad you are too…”,

After the visit, I went home to find my bedroom a mess! Did Jack do this? Was he still mad? I was starting to clean up when Jack appeared from the shadows. “Nah ah ah…I made this mess for a reason…”, I shoved my bag into my closet. “For what? So you can make me change my mind? It’s not working for you!”, Jack inched closer and held my face in his gloved hands, but not too tightly as I struggle in his grasp. “I need you to know somethin’ dollface…”, Without hesitation, he mashed his lips upon mines as I can’t help but quickly melt into. It lasted 6 seconds until he pulled away, with me being released from his grasp. I stand there, feeling confused yet again. “What was that for?”, I asked, with Jack still having his arms around my waist. He didn’t say anything for a few moments as he was staring at my features. “Well, isn’t it obvious? I see that blush on your face…I see the way you look at me…”, I only smile and wrap my arms around his neck to embrace him, feeling him embrace me back. Afterwards, Jack helped me clean up my room before falling asleep on my bed, feeling Jack tuck me in with a kiss to my forehead.

When morning came, I stirred up to find a paper note lying next to me on my nightstand. I sat up and took it reading:

“ ’morning dollface! I had put you to bed last night, I’m guessing you’re already aware—but just to let you know I’m not coming to work today…I got some unfinished business…I’ll see you around though!

-J :) “,

I sighed to myself what Jack had wrote. Today would be the day I’ll have to suffer through without Jack. But at least Jason will be there. IF Jason will be there…it depends. But I eventually got up and ready for work. Just slipping on my jacket, a folded-up card slips out of it. Jack’s number! I quickly pick it up, having this sinking feeling that I should take it with me as I shoved it into my pocket. As I’m driving, I was trying to call Janet, but she wasn’t picking up. She’s been silent for a while. I hope she’s okay! I parked my car in the parking lot and went inside the store. It wasn’t open just yet as the isles were empty and there were no customer cars, just employee cars. I sadly turned to look out of the window to notice but to also notice Jack’s car missing in the lot. I memorized the color of it. A mix of blue and purple with flame design on it. And it was a Camero! I was still looking out of the window when I felt a hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned to see it was Jason. “Oh! Hey! Jason…look…I’m sorry about yesterday…I can explain!”, Jason only smiled and nods, but I can tell Jason was still angry and that something was wrong…with him! Without a word or warning, I got hit on the head by a large book of some kind. I felt myself fall onto the floor out cold.

When I work up, my vision was blurry but cleared up enough for me to see I was being held hostage, in a store warehouse. “Some tactic, huh?”, I said out loud, feeling Jason’s presence was behind me. I writhe around, feeling the ropes tied around my hands and ankles, no using getting out of them. “Nobody and can hear you, nobody and save you…”, Jason’s words flew out of his mouth. Those words were unrecognizable. Nobody? Not even…Jack? Then the idea hits me…I remember Jack giving me his number a few days ago…I still have it on me! If I could just call him to let him know, he’ll come rescue me! I cleared my throat to say, “Can I at LEAST—have my phone call? Please! Before you do anything else?”, Jason walks around me, as if he was trying to read my mind to see if I was calling for help or something. He walked around some more before releasing my restraints. “Only one…”, He told me, handing me my phone. As he left to give me privacy, I pulled out Jack’s number, which was that Joker card and dialed in the numbers. Yet, I had a feeling his number would come in handy at some point. A few rings rang in my ear until I hear him pick up. My heart starts pounding in my chest, as I think Jason might be listening in. “Heyyy dolly doll…I’m kinda busy here at the moment—“, “Jack! Listen to me! I need your help! I need help! Please! I’ve been captured! I…”,

I tried to be quiet as much as I could but before I could get my last sentence out, Jason barged back in and snatched up my phone. He then smashed it into the hard concrete floor. Guess I’m going to have to get a new phone later! “You’re going to regret it!”, He slaps me without warning, but he did it so hard, I collapse to the floor. I tried sitting up, but Jason kicks me back down. I wonder what happened to Jason…what did he do? Was jealousy taking over him? All of a sudden, he knocks me out with one punch…not sure with what.

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Jack’s (The Joker) POV:

I quickly got her message. She was in trouble. And I knew that Jason was no good. I shoved my phone back in my coat pocket and rallied up some of my men to go look for her. One came back and told me where she was. She was located in this warehouse—of the store I reluctantly work at. I gathered my mend as we all piled into a truck to leave. As we came upon the store, nobody was there except Jessica’s car and that lying prick’s car. I hopped off the truck and strode inside. My mend searched the store for any signs as I searched for dollface. I went inside the warehouse, and there she was…laying on the floor, out cold. I quickly went over to her and checked her out. Her face had a red spit on it, her breathing was labored…I have to help her in some way and fast.

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Back to my POV:

Everything was black, I didn’t know how long I was out, but I woke up and I was in my room. I sat up to take a look around—clean, organized and dark. I slowly stood to my feet, going over to cut on one of my lamps so I could see more better. I was about to sit at my desk when I noticed a sticky note posted on the edge. I picked it to read:

“ I was able to find and save you dollface—don’t worry, you are safe, and Jason is taken care of…I’m not sure for how long…catch you around!

-J “,

I sighed to myself, sinking into my chair more. At least someone has my back! And yet, I never knew Jason was plotting against my back this whole time…I wished someone, or something warned me about him sooner! I took a moment before exiting my room, feeling my eyes were becoming heavy. I entered the living room to see Janet was here along with Vincent as well. They were both chilling on the couch. And they both must’ve heard what happened to me. Janet rushed up to hug me as soon as she noticed me. Vincent noticed me too as he gets up and walks over to me. “Damn! What happened to you Jessie’?”, Vincent questioned me as Janet released me so he could hug on me.

He had let me out of his embrace so I could answer. “It was Jason…he attempted to kill me…I’m sorry…I put you guys through so much drama already…”, Janet shakes her head and grabs me in for a second hug. “No Jessica! We are your friends…we want to help you when you need it…Jason should be the one who’s sorry…”, I only smiled and sighed. As Janet had let go, I asked, “What do you think about Jack then? Can he stay?”, Once I had said those words, Jack appeared out of nowhere and was smiling his creepy smile. But Vincent got freaked out and pulled out his gun he had in his waistband and shoved it in his face. “Nah ah ah! You wouldn’t wanna do that! We wouldn’t want a mess on this floor, now would we?”, Jack was shaking his finger back and forth, doing this habit of licking the sides of his mouth. I quickly reached for Vincent’s gun and snatched it out of his hands, tossing it to the couch. “Vincent! He’s okay…he won’t hurt you…”, Vincent only hissed a swear word, smacking his teeth as he takes his gun from the couch, flopping himself onto it. Janet was silent during the little moment. She then sighed and turned to Jack who was stifling a giggle but turned serious once he noticed her. “I always thought you were a monster and a psycho…but since you are so keen on keeping Jessica happy, don’t mess this up for yourself…but if you try as so much as lay a finger on her, I swear to God…”, “I know—I know…kill me and uh, pulverize me…I get the jist’ dolly…”, He shot up his hands in reassurance, showing a gleaming smile.

Janet only huffs and makes her way outside to the driveway. Vincent does the same. I sighed to myself and flopped onto the couch. “Don’t get yourself rattled up dollface…at least she’s allowing me to be here and not to, uh, kill me…”, I chuckled at how he said that as he sat himself next to me and rubbed on my thighs gently. What was he trying to do? I sat up straight to look into his eyes. He looked into mine. From what I can tell, he did want me around—he was trying to protect me—he wanted me—only me! In a sudden instance, without more thinking, I pulled him by the collar, capturing his lips with mine. He hummed surprisingly into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in. We were interrupted after a moment when Janet had barged in, looking outraged. I quickly got out of Jack’s lap and stood up saying, “Janet! What’s wrong?”, Janet noticed what we were doing but ignored it. “It’s Jason—we just heard word that he’s wreaking havoc at the store…”, It was only 10:30 pm…and things were about to go down.

I looked over to Jack, as he looked like he was ready to fight with someone. I only nod in agreement to leave as we all left to the store. As we got there, several police cars surrounded the building. Luckily, the police weren’t around the entrance, keeping guard, so we allowed ourselves in. We headed down to the warehouse, where there were still no cops around, just destruction! Jason was throwing boxes everywhere, blood stained the floor from him throwing those boxes, getting cuts and splinters. I managed to take a leap of faith and confront him, but a whisper of “Jessica, don’t!” came from Janet’s mouth. I sighed and continued walking over to Jason, who was hunched over against the corner of the wall.

“Jason? I wanna talk…please…”, Jason whips his head around as I saw his face—it was red with tears strolling down his cheeks one by one. “NO! DON’T you even DARE TALK!”, Before I could get a word out, even though I was feeling speechless, Jack quickly got in front of me and held a black rifle-like gun to Jason’s forehead. He probably got that from the storage room. “Time is ticking Jason…are you gonna apologize or do I have to do it for you?”, He clicked the gun against his forehead, loading it. “Jack! Don’t! I can get something out of him, please!”, I begged as I tugged at Jack’s coat. He only flinched me away and kept his gaze on Jason who didn’t look afraid and positioned himself on both of his knees. Without hesitation…BAM! BAM! BAM! Blood spilled out of his head and splattered everywhere. I heard Janet and Vincent gasp from behind. Jason falls lifelessly to the ground, not moving. My eyes were beginning to blur with tears as I buried my face into my hands. Jack drops the gun to the floor and squeezes me into a tight hug. He held me light that for a good minute until I was able to stop crying. The police then came in and dragged both Jason’s body and Jack away.

6 hours later, when Jack was put into prison, I was wanting to stop by for a visit on my way to Janet’s, just so I can see him one last time. They sentenced him to life, but something tells me Jack won’t stick in there long. I was waiting at a table in the visitation room when a buzzer rang, and two doors opened to reveal Jack and two guards behind him. He still had his clown face paint on, but it was a little faded. And his clothes were replaced with an orange jumpsuit. I gasped faintly as I got up to go hug him. Since he was in shackles, I only felt his head snuggle into my neck. The guards evidently broke up our hug and told us we have 5 minutes. I sat across from Jack as he gave me his wide smile. “Miss me, dollface?”, I only nodded and said, “Yeah…it’s weird…but something tells me you’re not gonna last long behind bars, are yah?”, I gave a small smirk towards him. Jack shot one back and shook his head lightly, sinking into his chair. “Don’t worry…I got a plan up my sleeve…and before you know it, I will be with you again…”, He licked the insides of his mouth after saying that. I stifled a chuckle as I repositioned myself in my seat. Jack did the same.

“I only want to ask you one question Jack…hear me out, please…”, Jack went serious. “Alright doll…anything…”, I sucked in a breath and asked the question. “Is it true you protected me cause you…love me?”, I looked down in embarrassment, already regretting the words that came out of my mouth. But in the corner of my eye, I noticed Jack’s lips curling into a smile. “Well, yeah…I guess you could say that…I loved you from the beginning…with my heart…”, I smiled at his words, letting those words seep into my mind. I eventually stood up, having a feeling those 5 minutes were up by the way the guards were looking at us. “Alrighty…I guess I’ll be seeing you Jack…gotta go now and visit a friend…”, Jack stood too with the guards already at his side, taking him away, dragging him to his cell. “Remember dolly doll…I’m getting outta here…even if it takes a heavy heart…”, He called that out over his shoulder as he disappeared behind the doors. I stand there thinking, “A heavy heart? Really? I hope so, cause we got stuff to catch up on after you escape!”, With that, I left the prison and onto the road to Janet’s house, waiting for Jack’s return!

The End!

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If you made it to the end, congrats!!! I did not know it was THIS long…it seemed so short typed up on my pad…if you like it, then I thank you…I don’t expect myself to make a part two to this so…hopefully you enjoyed!

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'He's known around the world for his roles in Peaky Blinders, Dunkirk and now Christopher Nolan's highly praised Oppenheimer.

Yet Cillian Murphy, 47, is famously private - offering only a sliver of detail about himself throughout his years in the spotlight.

So just what do we know about the Irish star? Here, FEMAIL delves into the father-of-two's home life, early career and family as we take a look at the insights Cillian has shared with his fans.

The Tommy Shelby actor was born in Cork in 1976 to a mother who taught French, while his father, Brendan, worked as a schools inspector before moving to the Department of Education. His grandfather, aunts and uncles were also teachers.

But not wanting to follow the family tradition of working in education, Cillian pursued a career in the arts after getting a 'huge high' from his drama module at Catholic secondary school Presentation Brothers College.

However, his first performing love turned out not to be acting - instead he turned his talents toward music.

Cillian and his The Sons of Mr. Green Genes bandmates, which included his brother, were even offered a five-album record deal.

However, they were forced to turn down the opportunity by his parents, with the actor explaining: 'My brother was still in school. I was 18 and he was 16, the idea of losing two of us was just too outrageous and horrifying for them so it didn't happen and then everything just kind of fell apart.

'In retrospect, the music industry is just terrible. Unless you're super successful it's really hard to make a living. We’d have crashed and burned pretty quickly in that industry,' Cillian told the Armchair Expert podcast, via The Irish Examiner.

The Corkman went on to study law at University College Cork before he dropped out in an effort to break out into the world of acting

But recalling the moment he told his parents of his decision, he said: 'It wasn't a happy moment in our family history', reported The Independent.ie.

Cillian also discussed his 'pretty average upbringing' in a video with Vice, saying: 'I grew up in Cork, my parents are teachers.

'Pretty average, middle-class upbringing, you know? They were, I think, probably anxious that I did well at school and went to college, did all that stuff.

'I foolishly decided to pursue a law degree. But I was playing music. I was playing in a band, and I just started acting then.

'Those two things were happening and they became much more important than going to college. I didn't really go in at all, and I failed gloriously in the first year.'

But he soon found success as an actor, appearing in late 90s Irish film Disco Pigs and Danny Boyle's violent horror 28 Days Later in 2002.

He's also known for his appearance in director Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy as the villainous Dr Jonathan Crane and his alter-ego Scarecrow.

Most famously, he played Birmingham gang boss Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders for six seasons from 2013 to 2022 - but said he couldn't have stuck to the work schedule without his 'amazing wife'.

He married Irish artist Yvonne McGuinness in 2004, after the pair first met at one of his rock band's shows in 1996. They went on to have two children together, Malachy, 17, and Aran, 16.

Cillian told GQ of his work schedule: 'I couldn't do this without [my wife] and her understanding. But it is a struggle.

'I think it is for any dad whose work takes him away, which it generally does, and which consumes him, which my work does.'

He added: 'I make sure that I try not to go from job to job to job, because that means you live in a bubble of set, hotel, set, hotel, plane, film festivals - which, to me, is not reality. So I just check out from that for six months a year.'

Cillian and his family now live in Dublin after he reportedly splashed out close to £1.7million on a Victorian townhouse.

The four-storey home, originally built in 1863, is located in Monkstown, south Co. Dublin, and has six double bedrooms as well as four receptions rooms.

However while the family are now based in Dublin, his sons were born in London and stayed there until 2015 before they all moved to Ireland, with the actor joking they moved because his sons were developing 'very posh English accents'.

'We were in London for 14 years, both our kids were born there. We only came back to Dublin in 2015,' he told the Armchair Expert podcast.

'It's kind of an Irish story, you know, to move away, do your thing and then come home. That seems to be a common narrative for Irish people.

'We wanted the kids to be Irish, and they were sort of at that age where they were preteens and they had very posh English accents and I wasn’t appreciating that too much. Our parents are a certain age and it was just a nice time to come home.'

The 5ft7 star also noted that his sons were almost taller than him.

It also seems he won't be following in the footsteps of the acting elite, claiming he 'couldn’t envisage' upping sticks to Los Angeles.

Cillian said: 'I love visiting and I love the food and I do love the weather. I don’t know, I just feel European, I just feel Irish. I’d feel like a bit of an interloper if I lived in California, I couldn’t envisage living there permanently.''

[florasletter]

Jonathan Nolan revealed that he wasn’t initially completely sold on the idea of Bane being the villain in 2012’s The Dark Knight Rises.

The writer-producer, who co-wrote 2008’s The Dark Knight and Rises with David S. Goyer and his brother and director Christopher Nolan, said on a recent episode on the Happy Sad Confused podcast that he was actually pushing for the Riddler to be the primary villain in the third film of the trilogy.

“We had these conversations,” Jonathan said. “Bane came out of a conversation with David [Goyer] and Chris. I was unsure about that at the story stage, but I [didn’t want it to be] back seat driving. Chris understood that what we had done and what Heath [Ledger] had done with [Joker] — you didn’t want to go anywhere near it.”

He continued, “I started to play with the idea of the Riddler and what could be done with that character. But it did feel like close enough to the space of what we had done with Heath, and you really needed to [change direction]. There’s another genre shift there. One of the things I was excited about for The Dark Knight Rises was that if you do a kind of urban crime genre for [The Dark Knight], the third one was a post-apocalyptic film. You sort of go: Batman always saves the day and the city survives. Why can’t we destroy Gotham and see what happens afterwards?”

The Fallout director wasn’t the only one initially pushing for the Riddler in Nolan’s third Batman movie. In September last year, Goyer said an executive from Warner Bros. suggested to him at the premiere of The Dark Knight that Leonardo DiCaprio should play the Riddler in the next film.