#arkhamcalamity

[maximummuses]

@arkhamcalamity

It's always fire. Sometimes Damian questions if Gotham will ever stop feeling like it's always on fire. Maybe the city is hell. It already looks the part.

But somehow Damian finds it difficult to mind. All his life, he's felt like the world has been on fire. Maybe that's why he doesn't mind the heat. It's all he's known, really.

All of which is to say that when he looks at someone setting fire to one of Wayne Enterprises' research labs, he isn't surprised in the slightest.

"If you're going to burn me, do it fast."

[babydxhl]

🖼️ *slides over for olive*

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[thewomanwholaughed]

[continued from here] // @arkhamcalamity

"Now, why would I go to a cemetery? There's hardly anything funny there! I mean, they all already received their punchline! HAH!" With a slap of the knee and a quick skip, she hopped onto the barrel, crossing her legs as she listened to her dearest bunk buddy.

"Oh so that's what it is!" Joker's tone was one of sincere surprise, of understanding. "I thought you had done your hair!" Giggling, she reached out with her cane, trying to see if she could push it through Amity or wave it around and mess up her form.

When prompted with the question she snapped her fingers going back to the subject at hand. "See that's the thing! I was back in Arkham, spent quite a while there. But I didn't see you, despite me calling for you. I thought we were bunk buddies!" Joker pouted, arms crossed, legs crossed, toes crossed. "I thought we were going to do each other's nails and talk secrets! Where were YOU is the real question!"

[dementedspeedster]

//sees antagonistic Thad, picks up one sarcastic teen Olive to match :3// "So like.... did you lose a bet? Or is the green just... a thing. Is that a one-piece suit?"

Thad's Being Antagonistic/ In A Mood For A Fight. Maybe Start One With Him? || @arkhamcalamity

Thad clicks his tongue at the teenager. He wasn't in a good mood to start with, and right now he was barely holding his temper back. Though thankfully or unthankfully the topic of his costume had come up time and time before. The bite of their words had lessened over time, but if it didn't still annoy the hell out of him.

Everyone was a sprocking critic.

"No. I did not lose a bet." He says slowly to the girl. "I happen to like the green."

Keep calm, Thad.

Keep calm.

Keep calm.

He grit his teeth.

"And yessss. It is. A. One-piece. Suit. What's it to you, brat?"

[bxrningblack]

[sit] - Olive

Bruised meme // Accepting @arkhamcalamity

She's so grateful Khare didn't need her to say anything to bring over a hot chocolate. Pauli's was a bit of a haven in diner form. Unsuspecting, but much appreciated nonetheless. Cassie'd been silently sipping the rich warmth for awhile. Sometime, it'd gotten cold but she can't remember when. Time was a bit of a funny thing today. Slipping in and out, and back again. Somewhere in there, Khare must have dropped by some pie, but she'd only just noticed.

The door bell went off. Softly clinking it's announcement of one sopping wet Olive Silverlock. Flushed and out of breath, Cassie wondered if she'd ran from Gotham Academy. There's just silence. A raised eyebrow meeting a shaking head, and just disappointment hanging in the air.

What could they do anyway?

Cassie slid over to make a spot for the blonde. Sitting on all the words she wished she could say in the moment. To even explain what had happened with Jake today, or to just let the anger be anger in how it wasn't fair. But it's just... out of reach. Too buried under all the urge to be good and not cause problems. Instead of talking she just leans her head over on Olive's shoulder and closes her eyes.

[enignoema-a]

@arkhamcalamity liked for a starter

Hell

His father always told him he was going to hell.

Well, Ed's father said a lot of things, none of which were kind, but maybe he was right about this one after all.

Arkham was hell.

The more easily upset patients were screaming again. He couldn't think. It was too loud. The prison uniform was itchy. He couldn't think. It was humiliating being amongst the rabble of raving lunatics and he couldn't think

He slams down his book of crosswords (the staff were reluctant to allow him to do them, but he was able to talk his way into it so long as he stayed in the common area, visible to all guards) --ready to shout back at the patients causing commotion, but finally realized that someone had joined him at his previously unoccupied table. "Beat it lady. If you can't tell I'm not in the mood to be friendly. In fact I'd rather go back to my cell right now."

Still... He didn't recognize her. Edward always made sure to study the other patients- information that could be useful to him later "Are you new?"

[ratwhsprs]

@arkhamcalamity || Nonsexual Acts of Dominance || Accepting!

[ lit ] who needs lighters when you can turn your fingertips to flames, right?

Otis's green eyes widened behind his mask at the fire that sputtered to life from the woman's fingertips. He watched the flame for a second before speaking.

"That's a neat trick, but what's it for?" His eyes fell to the half crushed carton of cigarettes in his hand, and realization clicked. "Oh! No, no, I don't smoke. It's bad for my pets. I picked this up to toss it so they wouldn't end up nibbling on these stupid things."

[question-marked]

"you look ridiculous in that uniform."

Edward looked at her and shrugged. “What can I say, I love puzzles....and the color green.” He had to admit maybe instead of his uniform being all green with question marks all over, maybe it could have had only one or two on it instead. The uniform he was currently wearing allowed him to be more agile compared to his formal suits.

Taking a glance at his uniform, he looked back at her. “Fine. I admit it does have too much green. But I like green, and my body looks fantastic in this. Don't you agree?"

[noetic-noesis-noein]

@arkhamcalamity​ has entered the shop

  Perhaps it was the cold wintery breeze that blew the Super in the way of Arkham Asylum, perched atop a steeple, staring down into the courtyard. The fact that any of the services still ran amused her, in some ironic way. Perhaps there is some actual good that comes about this place. Jumping off, she floated down to the next point, walking along the decorative base. 

[alicesought]

🕯 ((if you're still accepting. don't worry, she can make some flame to help see))

♡♠♢♣ ⁀ To anyone else, this might have been the stuff of nightmares.

Arkham, with its gothic corridors and rusting spikes being a sight from a horror movie as it is, was to most the very last place one wanted to catch so much as a flicker of the lights. Most, but the inmates.

At even the start of the lights struggling to stay on, flickering and sparking from the force of something that's clearly breaking them by force, the hat maker could hear the inmates outside his padded cell begin to howl and bark like wild beasts. Some laughed, some called out to guards in a panic, some promised to have the guards throat. They knew to strike fear into the staff in moments like this, they leapt at the chance.

There's no cameras, and the villains are clawing at their enclosures. Chaos was seconds from ensuing, anyone could tell.

But Hatter, sitting silently on his bed-- today, his arms unrestrained-- was lost in a daydream, awaking slowly to the pitch blackness without a startle. And it was pitch black, not so much as the guard's flashlights made its way into his cell slot besides glimpses. And for a moment his twitching eyes wandered blindly in rapid thought. He wondered if the outage was only one wing, the whole asylum, or more. But it must have been something big, to take out the asylum's emergency power.

But then a light appeared in the dark!   And that, that did startle him, though he's soon to smile once its recognized. His calloused hands are raised to wave at her before they clasp together in a plea.

" Can you help me? " He whispers to the spirit. " Can you help me to visit the children's ward? " ( And escape ). But first, visit the children.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@arkhamcalamity continued from here

He turned around, doing his best to not move too fast and give the impression he'd been startled or that he was afraid. Tim was definitely on edge but he would prefer not to telegraph that. The night had gone... well enough. They could've done better. The whole city going nuts in a blackout and only the four of them getting things back under control. The report of a house fire came far too late, no one was near enough to get there in time and it resulted in death. It was going to haunt them.

"Hello Amy." May as well show a little respect, he didn't want to push his luck with a ghost. "I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Did you ever do something to catch Batman's attention?"

[maximummuses]

@arkhamcalamity

"So... just being completely, totally hypothetical here, if I were seeing someone, what would your reaction be? Positive? Negative? Concerned? Y'know... just asking for science reasons." One would think that for as much nonsense as Maps gets into, she'd be a better liar. And that line of thinking would be wrong.

[babydxhl]

"Are you always so competitive?"

random questions sentence starters | still accepting.

"It's good to be competitive. Makes you feel alive."

The cards hit the table again with a snapping like machine gun fire. Mary started shuffling the deck almost casually — the movements weren't quick and easy, her hands a little too small for it to be unthinking, but it was practiced to the point of steady fluidity.

It was raining out. Cold, too, the kind of chill that was fast going to turn the night streets into a glistening wasteland of black ice. "You want to complain some more?"

Thwip-thwip-thwip. She dealt. "You never get anywhere playing fair. That's important. Sportsmanship is for suckers."

[hxllblazer-a]

@arkhamcalamity​​ || sc!

“I can see you, y’know.” Calling out the specters that haunted the infamous Gotham asylum was probably… well, more than enough to get him thrown back into one of these places, but it was at least something to concentrate on while waiting. The distaste for these places was pretty heavy, more so when it came to picking up a bit of extra scratch because of unluckily being phoned by the one person on the workforce that actually believed the weird fires and miscellaneous incidents weren’t just the patients acting up.

“C’mon now.” A lazy drawl as he eyed the shadowed in the corner of his gaze that was definitely not supposed to be there. “Wanna know what you’re doin’ here of all places.”

[bxrningblack]

"You're not gonna believe the freaking day I had." -Olive

@arkhamcalamity always welcome here

She easily smiles and offers out the adjacent library chair. If half the stories are true then Cassie had just an inkling about what Olive had been up to.

"Did you and Maps really hang from the belltower? Its all the chatter."

[twcfaces]

“ i can’t believe i’m about to say this, but… you really need to calm down and stop destroying things. “

Glass shatters on the far wall. Two-Face's rage is explosive, even now, in a place supposedly meant to keep the mad sedated and compliant. Arkham's never really helped him that much, all things considered- sure, there have been a few decent years, a decent therapist here and there, but there's no cure for who or what he is- not really - and the corruption, greed, and ignorance here has always suffocated the truly good things, and the genuinely compassionate people. It's the water or the air or the geometry. Something that perverts and inflames.

"Unless you're here to return our coin, we don't think we will."

Something else breaks against the wall.

"We'll start breaking people instead."