Rose garden

It was late so it was kind of a shock to Rose that anyone besides her, was even out here. But it didn’t really matter; the streets of Gotham had always been her home and she wasn’t scared of the people running around either. She had a sigarett behind her left ear and decided to take a chance. So she walked over to the other blond girl was was roaming the streets and asked “you got a light?” Most people were shocked to see someone looking like Rose around these parts, but she knew how to look after herself. “ –– forgot mine at home”  

Jerome pursed his lips, nodding thoughtfully. “True, true,” he agreed. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? At least for those of us who specialize in panic.” He giggled. “It’s so simple, really. People are animals at the end of the day. Back them into a corner and watch them squirm!” He giggled again. “Or in this case, set off a bomb or two. It’s more of a, you know…” He tapped his temple. “Mental corner.” He blinked at her in unusual interest. “Have you met him?” he asked. “The famed Clown Prince of Crime? The Harlequin of Hate? The other pithy alliterative nicknames?”

Rose could tell he wasn’t sane, but who even liked sane people. –– The blond girl had grown up with a lot of different characters around her; due to who her mother was; And quite honestly, she had an eye for people like him –– much more fun and interesting than boring normal people. “The Clown of Gotham” she mused, biting down her lip as she gave him a smile. “we have passed paths before” Rose nodded. “Don’t think the clown face has friends, but I know the quin, and they are-or used to be tight; who knows what the deal is anymore” she shrug. Pushing blond hair away from her face as she locked eyes on him. 

“are you going to pick? or do I have to pick for you?” Rosie was not good at waiting around –– and honestly it felt like she had waited for hours. It was just an ice cram from crying out loud. The blond girl looked at the boy in front of her, before looking at the girl behind the ice cream counter. “Take one vanilla and one chocolate; most people like that” Rose crossed her arms as she added “my turn now?”

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

“Everyone is so dramatic.” Jerome rolled his eyes, leaning uncomfortably close to the other as he spoke. “They’re acting like the whole city was bombed! Ka-boom!” He made an explosion noise with his mouth. “It was just one little statue! Were they really going to keep that eyesore up anyway? That ugly little homage to our dearly departed Batsy?” He cackled. “What a chump, huh? I’m only surprised it took so long for someone to get him.” Another cackle. “I only wish I knew who to send a thank you note to. My mother always did raise me to be polite. She was very friendly.” 

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Rose had honestly been slightly shocked -–– the joker’s goons were quite famous for making chaos; and yet she felt like they could have done a lot more than they did. She herself, even if she truly wasn’t on the good-side of things had been needing to fight some of them; easily enough for her. “People see panic in anything” she commented. She had no idea who this man was, and he felt a bit of; but honestly she liked it. Rose always found the crazy once. It was her thing. The blond girl smiled slightly teasing as she added “itsy bitsy batsy” with a laugh she added “I’m sure mr J will love cake”

     SHE WINCED, TRYING HER HARDEST TO GET UP ON HER OWN BEFORE HAVING TO FACE SOMETHING THAT SHE HATED. She needed help. She had been so focused on getting two of Joker’s goons out of her way, she hadn’t had time to notice the one that had snuck up behind her, knocking her legs out from under her. Emeli was almost certain that nothing was broken, but regardless, she couldn’t just stay there all night. “Spare me the lecture and just help me up” she huffed a sigh, finally spotting a familiar looking face. “Please?” she rolled her eyes. As if she was having to beg for somebody to take pity on her. This was the worst night ever. 

Rose honestly did not stop the goons for doing their job, because why should she –– however the blond girl knew that even if they were seen as the same kin, those idiots would attack her if they felt the need. She wasn’t afraid of them, or the joker; she got the earth backing her up. She had ran, knocked a few over and trapped some with branches around the carnival place. Rose noticed a voice; and a face she could call familiar. Shacking her head she said “you should be there, since you already fell over” however Rose held her hand out, and waited for Emeli to take it. As she did, she pulled and with grace got her back onto her feet. “Try not to fall on your face next time” she winked at the other girl.