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Don’t call me a hero. Never was. ɪ’ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀᴡ. #DCRP

Gotham
Joined October 2017
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ᴶᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵀᵒᵈᵈ/ᴿᵉᵈ ᴴᵒᵒᵈ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ, ᴬᴸᴸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ... ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ ᵈᵒ. "𝚁𝚃, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜.." #DCRP ◾️𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠:
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An eyebrow raises for a split second. He notices the slightly awkward gesture of her hands. Even though they’ve known each other for many years, the random reunions were always…interesting to say the least. “Does anything mundane ever occur in your life or is it always chaos?”
B pads her hands down on her knees after he silently rejects the offer to somehow have the news hit softer. "You can say that... I shot his girlfriend. It was only fair. In my defense, it was in a fit of rage. That man... was badgering me." Translation, Liam's mother.
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He remains standing, staring down at her. That was a whole lot of information in very few words. A whole lot to piece together. Things were never straight forward with her. “So…what ya sayin is…you’ve been…busy?”
B sits, pulling her legs under her buttocks and positioning for her dear friend to join. "... My father was being kept by my very own charity, Beatrice, to... rehabilitate after I blew up the dungeon. Needless to say, he lived and born a boy, Liam."
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ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏᴛ…ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ.
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He heard that. And like he would ever ask anyone for help. The complexities of her family dynamic were…well…disturbing. He always thought he had it rough. Without trying to show too much emotion, “care to explain?”
Mumbles something like. "You could have asked me for a loan." But instead states. "My father is alive... I've known for a while now." As if it were matter of factly.
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It was simple, “Work.” But also an escape from this hellscape of a city that was nothing but cruel memories. Everytime he stepped foot on Gothams soil, it was like a rush of bad memories pouring over him. “Gotta pay the bills some how.”
"First, tell me why you've been gone. Otherwise, what I'm about to say will be irrelevant." She didn't want to waste his or her time.
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To be honest, the man she spoke of was nothing but a distant and long forgotten about memory. “To an extent…” Curious to why she was bringing him up randomly.
Will he give her an unwanted need? "...remember daddy?"
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Always so childlike what she wants something, or has an unwanted ~need~. “Spit it out.”
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A soft furrow of the brows, “you know why.”
Pokes a little. "..why?" She almost sounds like a very child like Anca.
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An exhausted sigh. “Trynna keep my distance.”
Gives these razzle dazzle doe eyes. Subtly pouts. "Where have you been all my life?"
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So childish. “And that is….”
Blink. Blink. Almost like a child. "I have a question?"
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“I was being facetious. But yes thank you.” He takes another small sip. The burning sensation felt good as it went down his throat. The weather was still chilly. It was the quickest way to warm up.
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He wasn’t a fan of cats. “Ah yes. The infamous streaky the cat.” Holds his glass up, “cheers to you and streaky.”
“Streaky is my cat, silly. He’s almost as antisocial as you. In fact I think you two would get along pretty well.” Watching him take a drink she’d smirk. “You’re welcome.”
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“What the hell is a streaky?” The bartender lays the glass of honey liquid in front of him. Jason picks it up and takes a small sip. Smooth.
“Well I know that. I just don’t really know what to spend it on. Other than food and stuff for Streaky.” She glanced at the bar. “I can’t get drunk so I guess I’m buying you all your top shelf stuff.”
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