#crimestop

[moss-quito]

HELLO THERE!

it's nice to meet you, stranger! my name is moss! some call me mossie, some call me mozzie.. some may even call me moszie! they will try to convince you that my legal name is mosquito. it is up to you whether or not to believe them.

RAPID FIRE TIME! my pronouns are he/it/they, i live in gotham (grew up in crime alley), i'm a wolf shifter and i'm queer! my bsf is @not-a-fake <3 (CHECK OUT HER BLOG!!) favourite gotham vigilante has gotta be corvid!

(dcu self-insert rp acc!!, more ooc & abt character below cut)

ooc

HEEEY!! ITS ME! UH! m,y name .. is spiral & my pronouns are the same as moszie's, and i'm the mun for this acc... i'm a minor pls dont be weird!! 😨 i havent decided muse's age yet.. range is 16-19 😭

this is my eslf-insert : wolf... or well. moszie. for the first part of his life in my brain he was named wolf.... poor baby... love him..

UH. right he's a vigilante also!! i might make a blog for it idk! uhh. but. he's known colloquially as the hound or js wolf when out n about crimestopping. when civillian most people just call them moszie or mosquito! nobody's really sure if it is it's legal name or not- moszie likes to tell different people different things ^_^ (dunno how much he'll talk abt or how open he'll be on here abt his crimestopping nightlife)

any kind of interaction in good will is welcome! asks, dms asking to rp or anything similar, reblogs, its all good! just DONT BE A WEIRDO! (basic dni stuff yk)

im happy to do shipping stuff just ask first and i reserve the right to back out! i will not be doing any explicit stuff under any circumstances- not even implied.

thank you for reading!!

[ilikemenandwomen]

This is going to be a ramble about Syme in 1984 because none of my friends will sit and listen to me because they think it’s boring

Syme is a minor character (introduced in Part 1 - Chapter 5) who works as a language expert who works in the ministry of truth. His job is to write newspeak - a language designed by Orwell to be deliberately confusing and ambiguous. This may also have a deeper meaning of the language not only being intended to confuse the reader, but also the citizens of Oceania (which includes the Americas, the UK and Australia) - an explanation Syme gives helps support this (more on that later). Syme very much enjoys his job and is incredibly passionate about newspeak. The main purpose of Syme in the novel is to explain newspeak to the reader.

Syme is vaporised (that is, to have all evidence that you ever existed removed) later in the novel. As upsetting as his death was to me (he was my favourite character), it was easy to predict and was even stated by Winston Smith (the main character). Syme states that newspeak gets shorter and shorter with every edition of the dictionary. He explains that the reason for this is because the IngSoc (English Socialism) party wants to narrow down the vocabulary which would decrease the ability to think out against the party and therefore increase the support for the party. This shows both Winston and the reader that Syme knows too much for his own good, showing that he understands the party’s true agenda.

Despite Syme being a very evidently intelligent character, he still accepts the propaganda and holds the same values as the party. His dedication and admiration to Big Brother, however, are not enough to stop him from being vaporised.

This means that Syme shows clearly that the party prefers and potentially relies upon its followers being stupid and blindly-loyal.

Syme is also shown to have tendencies that are considered suspicious by the party, such as reading too much and frequenting the Chestnut Tree which is a caffè that is often visiting by artists, musicians and political dissidents.

People like Syme are obviously not meant to survive long in the dystopian world presented in 1984, supporting the party slogan of ‘ignorance is strength’.

Quotes:

“It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.” - this shows Syme’s enthusiasm for his work of essentially making unorthodox thoughts impossible.

“The proles are not human beings.” - proles are the lowest members of society in the novel. Syme’s belief here shows that he is in agreement with the party’s model of the hierarchical society.

“It was a good hanging.” - Syme also expresses his enjoyment watching the Eurasian/East Asian (whoever Oceania is at war with) prisoners tongues turning blue and his disappointment at the fact that the prisoners’ legs are tied together because he likes watching them kick/writhe.

Full quote:

It was a good hanging," said Syme reminiscently. "I think it spoils it when they tie their feet together. I like to see them kicking. And above all, at the end, the tongue sticking right out, and blue a quite bright blue. That's the detail that appeals to me.

“There was something subtly wrong with Syme.” - this shows that Syme makes Winston uncomfortable, showing that all people like Syme make Winston uncomfortable.

“Venomously orthodox” - WOW I LOVE THIS QUOTE SO MUCH <3333. Orthodox shows Syme’s dedication to IngSoc and Big Brother. Venomously could either suggest that the orthodoxy Big Brother/IngSoc creates is harmful OR that his orthodox behaviour makes him a harmful/cruel person in the eyes of Winston.

To finish this off, here’s a list of my favourite newspeak words and their meanings:

• Crimestop - the instinctive desire to rid yourself of thoughts that would be considered a thoughtcrime

• Doubleplusgood - a very strong word for good

• Doubleplusungood - a very strong word for bad

• Blackwhite - the ability to blindly accept anything regardless of its absurdity

• Ownlife - the tendency to enjoy being solitary/individualistic which is considered to undermine the authority of Big Brother

• Prolefeed - the steady stream of mindless entertainment to distract and occupy the masses

If you read all of this, I very much appreciate you listening to my autistic rambling but you didn’t have to do that as I appreciate this won’t be interesting to everybody <3

If you have any questions, I would be more than happy to answer them :))

[official-koolaid-man-cum-sock]

are you anti abortion

nasa doesnt want you to jnow tgis but abortion isnt real they just cgi age up the baby and then pretend to send it to space on a test rocket but space isnt real so they really just obama and biden adopt it because they’re gay married its like 1984 by gorge oral. theyre thought police crimestop. big broth

[ariaste]

Props to OP for answering so gracefully, but I'm not going to answer gracefully. It is more important than ever to call out fascism whenever you see it -- especially the quiet, soft, poisonously insidious kind that Anon is practicing here.

Anon ostensibly wants to know: "Do authors realize that they're writing about things that some people might find disturbing, horrific, upsetting, repulsive, or simply just TMI?" (Yes, obviously they know. Authors are not stupid; that's usually a requirement of the job (not always. But usually).)

But what Anon is actually asking is, "Why don't authors stop themselves from doing a Bad Thing? Why doesn't anyone else stop them?" The assumption underlying that question is: "Surely if they realized that they were doing something disgusting, they would stop immediately." Even more covertly implied: "I think writing about certain things automatically taints you with moral degeneracy--that is, it marks you as a possible or potential criminal."

To that I say: My friend, writing is just thoughts copied onto paper, and thinking is not a crime. Only actual actions can be crimes. What does it matter what other people think about? Literally so what? Why do you want people to be stopped from thinking about those things ("did their editors ever gently ask them...")? Why do you care? Do you feel that an author should provide a list of justifications and excuses before it's permissible for them to write about something? Why? And who do you think should be in charge of that? The government???? YOU???????

To any person reading this post: If the above questions are personally upsetting to you, if you find yourself huffily thinking something like, "Well, I care because it could normalize--", NOPE, STOP RIGHT THERE. 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 This is a big red flag: You (much like the Anon) are exhibiting some early warning signs of Fascism, and that is not something to take lightly in the current political climate. There are some drugs you shouldn't experiment with even once, and fascism is one of them. Repeat as often as needed: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THOUGHTCRIME. WE DO NOT LIVE IN GEORGE ORWELL'S 1984.

But we already talk about thoughtcrimes now and then, don't we? I can't remember seeing someone talking about crimestop (also from Orwell's 1984):

In the Newspeak vocabulary, the word crimestop denotes the citizen's instinctive desire to rid himself of unwanted, incorrect thoughts (personal and political), the discovery of which, by the Thinkpol [Thought Police], would lead to detection and arrest, transport to and interrogation at Miniluv (Ministry of Love). The protagonist, Winston Smith, describes crimestop as a conscious process of self-imposed cognitive dissonance: The mind should develop a blind spot whenever a dangerous thought presented itself. The process should be automatic, instinctive. Crimestop, they called it in Newspeak. . . . He set to work to exercise himself in crimestop. He presented himself with propositions—'the Party says the Earth is flat', 'the Party says that ice is heavier than water'—and trained himself in not seeing or not understanding the arguments that contradicted them. Moreover, from the perspective of Oceania's principal enemy of the state, in the history book The Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism, Emmanuel Goldstein said that: Crimestop means the faculty of stopping short, as though by instinct, at the threshold of any dangerous thought. It includes the power of not grasping analogies, of failing to perceive logical errors, of misunderstanding the simplest arguments if they are inimical to Ingsoc, and of being bored or repelled by any train of thought which is capable of leading in a heretical direction. Crimestop, in short, means protective stupidity.

Read that twice, and then reread the Anon's question. Translate it through that lens: "Why," says the Anon, delicately disgusted, "are these authors not practicing better crimestop? I practice it all the time. Why aren't they?"

Great question, Anon. Why AREN'T they? Turn off your crimestop and give it some real thought.

(Hint: If the answer you come up with is "Because they are moral degenerates" or anything in that neighborhood, you are unfortunately still doing fascism. Try again. If you have tried several times and the only answer you can manage to come up with is a still a synonym of "moral degeneracy" then this is above my paygrade and I would recommend talking to a trusted grownup, a therapist, a spiritual leader, or possibly your least-online friend.)

Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?

Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.

Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!

But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"

Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.

I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.

Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.

But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.

Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.

Also, we don't censor words here.

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

gaslight (doublethink), gatekeep (blackwhite), girlboss (crimestop)

[troublcmakcrs]

"Five pages into 1984 so far, and I gotta say... li'l on the nose." Tweek thumbs through the rest of the book's soft, well-worn pages, catching brief snatches of other sentences. Crimestop. FREEDOM IS SLAVERY. So on, so forth.

He chuckles darkly. "Although, I do kinda wish the government made their spying on us this obvious."

[zimhope]

5 year old Zimbabwean Ropafadzo missing in South Africa

Ropafadzo Munhukwaye, 5 years old from Primrose, Gauteng was kidnapped on 21 June 2023 at 14:00. She was wearing yellow trousers, white jersey, and light pink tekkies. Anyone with information please contact the Investigating Officer or call the Crime Stop number at 08600 10111. Alternatively report information via MY SAPS mobile APP https://www.saps.gov.za/crimestop/missing/detail.php?bid=15488

[dominikswtor]

#29 Crimestop by Dominik Birtić

[kholkedekho]

Crime Patrol | Pati Patni aur Lady Doctor | क्राइम सीरीज - قصص الجريمة - Crime Stories EP 9 Relive the best episodes similar to of your favorite crime-thriller show, Crime Patrol, Crime Zone, Crime Stories, India Alert, Crime Stop , Savdhaan India Crime Story that tell us, we need to be careful, we need to be watchful. Crimes that tell us lives could have been saved. Every crime we hear of, either warns us to be careful or scares us, it could happen to us. Every crime ignites a feeling, "It should not have happened". Would knowing the "Why" behind a crime, help in stopping a crime from happening? "I don't like the way he looks at me", "I don't like the way he/she is behaving", "I think he/she is out of his/her mind", "I think he/she has gone crazy". That gaze, that quirky smile, that persistent stare which unnerves. It is difficult to understand the intentions but the hints are there. In a house a husband and wife argue, fight. A vessel comes flying, a glass breaks. Husband is angry and the wife is upset. That hatred, that ego. The distance that keeps growing. It is difficult to comprehend the damage, but the cracks are there. Feelings expressions. Misunderstood, unresolved callings of the heart. The cracks are there. Too wide to be missed. Yet when the heart takes over the mind, the outcome is a mindless tragedy. #crimepatrol #crimestories #crimealert #crimeseries #crimestop #indiaalert #savdhaanindia #satark #dastak #newcrimetime #crimereport #crimeofdesire #crime #crimestory #crimezone 00:00 : 34:54 - Crime Patrol ��Pati Patni aur Lady Doctor EP 1 Bhabhi Se Pyaar : https://youtu.be/APflCMc1PuE EP 2 Rasiya Sasur : https://youtu.be/AfTTYGkWG5g EP 3 Patni Ka Sauda : https://youtu.be/KZtUCmBgKWo EP 4 Garam Naukrani : https://youtu.be/VzET1pke7TU EP 5 Hadd - Bereham Hasina : https://youtu.be/5Ee-IuTx0VU EP 6 Dhongi Baba - Aashram: https://youtu.be/O486FUslc2s EP 7 Suhagraat - First Nigth : https://youtu.be/Ga94r5fLzZk EP 8 Namard : https://youtu.be/4_m_mRvz0F8 EP 9 Pati Patni aur Lady Doctor : https://youtu.be/YHlvDtUnmu8

[pixelmongrel]

Enough said...

[supergay-supergirl]

alex danvers, in high school: in total oblivion, "best friends" with girls, goes to the beach with rick malverne

alex danvers, two years into college: KARA SOMETIMES WE HAVE TO HIDE OUR IDENTITIES TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE WE LOVE

[winstonandjulia]

He set to work to exercise himself in crimestop....It was not easy. It needed great powers of reasoning and improvisation. The arithmetical problems raised, for instance, by such a statement as "two and two make five" were beyond his intellectual grasp. It needed also a sort of athleticism of mind, an ability at one moment to make the most delicate use of logic and at the next to be unconscious of the crudest logical errors. Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.

George Orwell, 1984

[rothai]

@crimestopped​          is  getting  a  forced  starter  from  her  beloved.

❝     detective  or  not  ,  listen                  ❞     sheriffs  ,  rookies  ,  s  .  t   a  .  r  .  s        ...      she’s  heard  it  all  before  ,  no   one  with  authority  had  a  say  in  life  or  death   ,  however  it  does  give  them  the  advantage  ,   sometimes  .     ❝     right  now  ,  the  things  out  there  aren’t  our  buddies    ...     so  ,  don’t  reason  with  them  and  aim  for  the  head .     ❞     lifting  her  pistol  ,  she  spun  the  barrel  before  opening  it  to  make  sure  she  had  at  least  some  bullets  in  ,  a  soft  sigh  came  out  of  her  mouth  before  closing  it  back  up  . 

                                  ❝     your  gun  is  more  reliable  than  any  human  ,  got  it    ???    ❞      her  tone  was  serious  ,  yet  it  still  had  a  hint  of  warmth.   claire  only  tried  her  hardest  ,  if  she  could  do  things  solo  it  would’ve  been  a  lot  easier  since  her  tender  heart  will  constantly  make  sure ,  no  one  will  get  hurt  .   however  ,  the  people  in  her  life  ,  die  .    (       for   an   endless  battle       )   

[itssheriffstilinski]

“ why is your kid always getting tied up due to their threat to the general public? ”

spam the inbox!! 

        “my kid is not a damn threat.” he is a mischievous dumbass sometimes, though.

[possumcorpse]

@chailoyaltea

they're dumb gays your honor

[befuddled-calico-whump]

AMOW Winter Whumperland

@amonthofwhump Day 9: Unwanted Gift

(got a bit carried away with what was supposed to be a short piece. Chances are, I won't write more, but anyone who likes the concept is invited to continue the storyline lol)

Hero tapped their fingers on the table in an anxious rhythm. Vigilante was due over for lunch any minute now, and as usual, they didn't know whether to look forward to or dread her visit.

True, their agendas were aligned as far as crimestopping was concerned, but their methods… not so much. Vigilante was fun, but unpredictable, and outright bloodthirsty when it came to justice. Hero had never been bold enough to confront her more chaotic methods, no matter how much they wanted to.

Still, she was more or less a friend, and one of the few people they could actually talk to about their chosen occupation. And it was fun to have joint complaint sessions about their shared nemesis, Villain, though it was apparently his quiet season. Maybe he'd taken to hibernating all winter, like some kind of woodland creature.

Adding to their anxieties, last time they'd spoken with Vigilante, she'd slyly mentioned having a surprise for Hero. Considering the last present she'd left them was a roomful of unconscious criminals (a gift Hero had accepted with the grace of a cat owner who'd found a dead lizard on the porch), Hero was a little… uncertain about their stance on this.

A knock pulled them to their feet with a light sigh. They opened the door to reveal Vigilante, a smile on her face and a huge crate sitting on a dolly behind her. Hero raised both eyebrows, squeezing their eyes shut for a moment to compose themselves.

"Vigilante. Uh, wow. That's, uh, that's a bit more than I expected."

She laughed, tugging on the handle of the dolly to pull the package inside after her. Whatever it was, it looked like it weighed a lot. "Duh, wouldn't be a surprise if you expected it."

She hung her hat and coat, kicked off snow-covered boots, then wheeled the thing into the carpeted living room, where it took up most of the free space. 

Hero clicked their tongue. "So… you want some lunch, or..?"

"Are you kidding? I wanna see you open this up first."

Hero nodded, putting on a smile that felt more like a grimace. They always felt so awkward opening up gifts in front of people, nevermind a gift that was so unexpected. It was more than a little nerve wracking. What would be inside? Knowing Vigilante, it could be anything from a lifetime supply of biscotti, to a live tiger, (to a dead criminal...)

Hero shook off the thought with a shudder. She wouldn't. She wouldn't go that far, at least… at least not in front of them. Right?

Vigilante nudged them. "Come onnn, crack it open! I wanna see the look on your face."

Hero let out a nervous laugh. "Okay." They reached for the crate. It had latches running down the side, so that it would swing open like a refrigerator once they were removed. At least they wouldn't have to bring out a crowbar.

They undid the first latch. Something inside the crate moved.

Hero took a hasty step back, casting a glance at Vigilante. 

"What the–"

"Just open it! Don't freak out, okay? I promise it's safe."

Sure it was. Taking a breath to steady themselves, Hero moved back to the box, undoing the remaining latches one by one, their stomach doing backflips as they slowly, slowly, pulled the door open to reveal…

"Villain?" they murmured, momentarily frozen in place. 

It was him alright. Curled into a tight ball, his hands shielding his face, his body shaking. Hero took it in. The bruised flesh, the lack of warm clothing, the fear they could practically feel coming off of him.

"Vigilante– this, it's… no. This isn't—" Hero stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Do you like it?" Vigilante was unfazed. Maybe she took Hero's shock as something good. They'd been surprised all right. 

"Vigilante–"

"You don't have to worry about him bugging you anymore," she said brightly. "Watch." She snapped her fingers, and Villain flinched, then slowly uncurled himself and crawled out of the crate, pushing himself into a kneeling position, head bent.

Hero couldn't move, could only watch, horrified, as their once-proud enemy trembled before them.

"You… you trained him?"

"Surprise!" Her cheer was undampened. How could she be so okay with this? Had it been her who'd left all those bruises and half-healed wounds?

Villain's hair had grown long, shaggy strands obscuring his face. Hero took a cautious step forward, and instantly regretted it as the new angle gave them a good view of Villain's back, split open by dozens of whip marks. Their hand flew to their mouth. They were going to be sick.

"What did you do?" they said, barely past a whisper.

"You don't like it." Vigilante sounded disappointed.

"I don't— I— you hurt him. This isn't… I can't stand for this kind of torture." They tore their eyes away from Villain, who didn't seem to be reacting at all to the situation.

Vigilante had a pouty expression on her face, completely oblivious to the gravity of all of this. "Not even if it's Villain? Come on, you hate him. I thought this would make you happy."

Hero shook their head. "No. No, I wanted to stop Villain. I-I wanted him to be caught. To face justice."

"That's what I did. I caught him. I delivered–"

"This isn't justice."

She fell silent for a moment, looked up at them with puppydog eyes. "I did this for you, Hero," she said quietly.

I never asked you to, Hero wanted to say, but what would happen if they rejected her misguided gift? Would she take him back? Kill him? No matter what Villain had done, Hero couldn't sentence him to torture, to death.

So they swallowed down the words, nodding. "Okay. Just… just give me some time, okay? We'll talk about this later, I-I just need to think."

Vigilante nodded back, and they could see tears forming in her eyes. She'd truly believed they would like it. They tried to quell the barrage of mixed emotions within them as they saw her to the door, pushed down every questioning thought as they walked back to Villain, who still hadn't moved.

How long had it been since they'd last seen him? Five months? Six? How much of that time had he spent a captive?

Hero knelt in front of him, caution at the forefront of their mind, but more out of habit than any real sense of danger. They had no doubt they could easily overpower the beaten figure in front of them if the need arose.

"Um, hey," they said, eliciting no response from Villain. How far gone was he? They tried again.

"Look at me," they said, trying to make the command soft, non-threatening. Villain took a quiet, shuddering breath, then raised his head to meet their eyes.

His face was partially obscured by dark hair, but Hero could see bruising on his cheekbone, his jaw. His eyes were sharp with fear, and Hero felt like he was searching them. Looking for intent.

"I'm not going to hurt you," they said. "You, uh… I'm sorry this happened. I never intended–"

With a sudden cry, Villain lunged forward, knocking Hero onto their back. Hero threw up an arm, ready to defend against a blow, but Villain was already stumbling away.

He wasn't attacking. He was running. 

Hero pushed themselves up as their nemesis reached the front door, fumbling at the handle with shaking fingers before throwing it open and running outside.

After a moment's consideration, Hero ran after him. They couldn't just let him go, but more than that, he was barefoot and barely clothed, and it was snowing.

It didn't take long to catch up. When he looked back to see Hero in pursuit, he put on another burst of short-lived speed that left him collapsed in the road.

Hero knelt down to help him up, and was met by several weak blows.

"Don't. Please, just…" Villain barely got out a few words before the sentence dissolved into sobs.

Hero scooped him into their arms, his body shaking violently against the cold. No matter how big a pain in the ass Villain was, they'd never wanted to see him like this. But like it or not, here he was.

They couldn't hand him over to law enforcement. They couldn't give him back to Vigilante. Hell, they didn't even know if he had any friends who would take him in. They were all he had.

They carried him through their still-open front door, set him on the couch, and piled on a few blankets. It was several minutes before Villain's sobs began to quiet, and Hero took that time to put soup on the stove and boil water for tea.

It was obvious Villain didn't trust them. Why would he? He'd probably try to run again as soon as he had the chance. He'd need an eye kept on him, and a lot of patience to go with it. 

Vigilante hadn't been wrong. This was certainly a surprise. A difficult one, but Hero was willing to work with it. To wait, to hope for the best.

To help their enemy heal.