Bob The Goon

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//Hey guys. I’m popping in to update you all real quick.

I’m out of town tonight through Sunday then back to work at 7am Monday. I work full time so throwing that out there. I’ll have another similar trip sometime in the next month or so. On top of that? Depression is a bitch, my friends. I have a LOT of deep cleaning to do that I want to put more focus on so I can have everything where I want it when our furniture comes sometime in August.

So since I can’t promise when I’ll be online and how long etc it may take longer to get replies and my presence on here may not be as frequent for a bit. Not going away just kind of wanted to set a status so you all know where I’m at.

“I will call Batman a bitch, no hesitation.”

“Jack…” He’d pulled his friend aside, eyes glancing up at him. “Grissom’s woman? Why?”

Jack let his eyes linger towards the woman, giving her a once over with a smug grin before he turned his attention back to Bob. “Because I can, Bob-o. Now, let go.”

He’d let go of his friend, standing there as he watched Jack take the big boss’ girl into his bedroom, throwing a tie on the doorknob as a signal to Bob to leave before he shut the door. Great. Just great. He didn’t get it. He didn’t see what Jack saw in the woman. Half the time she was drugged out of her mind. Grissom liked to keep her stocked in clothes and whatever pill of the month she desired. Grissom. Damnit, Jack.

Years later and Alicia was still around and even more drugged than she used to be. After Jack had come back from the accident at Axis as Joker, he’d saw fit to maul her face with acid. Now the woman wore a plain, white porcelain mask with no expression to cover her face. Bob had mused that the mask fit her personality — blank and dull.

When Jack resurfaced, after everyone thought he’d died that night, Bob had been beyond ecstatic. He’d been more than destroyed and lost thinking that his only friend and the only person that he’d ever truly cared for was gone. Even if he was physically changed, the Joker was still Jack. His Jack was alive and because of that Bob couldn’t be happier.

He vaguely remembered seeing Alicia in passing. He’d run into her shortly after the accident. Bob was almost in tears, informing her what had happened to Jack, but Alicia hadn’t been phased. Not even in the slightest. To her, it just mean a little less attention, less sex and less money. She’d rolled her eyes at him and told him to leave, huffing past him.

Bob had been aware of the greeting she’d given Jack when he resurfaced. She should have been happy to see he was alive, but she was far from that. She’d fainted and Jack had problems for days getting her to come around, only changed when Bob and the rest of the goons were able to supply her with more pills. She numbed herself, disgusted in Jack in much the same way she used to look at Grissom. She didn’t love him. She didn’t care and she never had. She didn’t deserve him.

Now, he was alone with her, asked to keep an eye on her at the penthouse while Jack was busy doing something. Bob stood still, watching her move to the window late at night. The apartment was dark and nothing but the moonlight from the Gotham night shone in when she opened the window, illuminating the porcelain of her mask.

He sighed, figuring she was just high again. Bob watched as she opened the window all the way and leaned her top half all the way out, blonde hair blowing in the night breeze. He moved closer, focused on her. If Jack was here, he’d pull her in and tell her to stay away from windows, but Jack wasn’t here…

Stepping quietly in booted feet, Bob drew closer to the woman he’d grown to hate. Grissom was dead and Jack was alive, but she didn’t care. He did. She didn’t deserve a man like Jack. She didn’t love him. He did.

It was simple, really. He could get away with it. Jack would never know, and part of him wondered if he’d even actually care. Just one push and she’d be gone forever. He’d finally be rid of her and maybe, just maybe, Jack might turn his focus to someone that mattered and someone who actually gave a shit.

Alicia didn’t even see him coming. She’d stared down at the street below, thinking of taking her mask off, but then she remembered. She was hideous. Disfigured and horrifying — just like him. Her beautiful face was ruined. If only Jack Napier had just stayed dead like he should have. Besides, didn’t he know who told Grissom in the first place? Alicia had always enjoyed men fighting over her and she’d been a little bored lately with both of her men. It just didn’t have quite the desired effect she’d hoped for.

Bob’s mind was made up. He wasn’t backing down and he may not have another opportunity like this. Black, finger-less-gloved hands grabbed hold of the slender frame of the woman at the window. He felt her tense only for a moment before he gave a hard shove and watched her toppled out of the window from the top of the building. He stood there, saw one last glimpse of that expressionless porcelain face, heard what might have been a scream from her as she dropped to the ground. He lingered there for several moments before he backed away and grabbed the phone.

Robert Capistrano wandered down an alley behind a pizza shop. The streets of Gotham were no place for most people, let alone a fifteen year old boy, but he had no choice. After his mother had died, it was try his luck out here or die at the hands of the man who was supposed to be his father, but had never treated him as such. No, his biological father had died before he was born, but his mother did her best to provide a good life for him and married a man that she thought could help them and let him believe that he was Robert’s biological father. Robert himself didn’t know any different until his mother had confessed to him on her death bed.

So, here he stood in the cold rain with nothing more than the clothes on his back. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had eaten. He’d been out here for a few weeks and was tired and hungry. He had cuts and bruises and wasn’t sure how much longer he’d survive out here like this. He’d spent the last night huddled under a cardboard box behind some apartment complex. It wasn’t much, but it had been something he supposed.

He wrapped his arms around his short, lanky frame and backed up against a brick wall. He watched the back door of the restaurant closely, waiting for them to throw out the day’s uneaten food. If he jumped on it quick enough, it would be something at least. He hated to do it, but he was starving enough to where he actually hurt.

Robert saw the employee come out and dump the food and trash into the dumpster. He swallowed, waiting for the man to disappear before he slowly began to walk to the dumpster. He was just reaching in when he jumped nearly right out of his skin when he heard a voice.

“You don’t really want to do that, kid. Do you?”

He blinked, staring at the taller man. He was definitely older than him by a few years at the very least. He noted that the other man was dressed well. He shivered, blinking at him. “I don’t, but I’m hungry. I ain’t got much of a choice, mister.”

The man nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat. “You don’t have to eat that garbage. Look,” his head tilted and he shifted his weight. “This city isn’t exactly a great place to be out here alone. Don’t you have parents or something?”

Robert shivered, shaking his head. “No. They’re…” He swallowed, hugging himself. “They’re dead.”

The man raised an eyebrow, hesitating a moment. “You, uh…. You don’t have anywhere to go, then?”

Robert shook his head again. “No, sir.”

The man paused, thinking. “How long you been out here like this, kid?”

Robert shrugged at the man. “A few weeks.”

Several moments went by before the man nodded and spoke again. “Don’t eat the garbage, kid. I’ll give you a better meal, huh? I got room at my place you can crash there for a bit.”

Robert stared at him for a moment. It was the first time in years that anyone had offered him an ounce of compassion. He wasn’t sure why the man was being nice to him or offering this, but anything was better than eating dumpster pizza and sleeping in soggy cardboard boxes. He nodded slowly. “Alright.”

The man waited for the kid to follow him. His apartment was just a block down the road, it was where he’d been going when the little runt caught his attention. He supposed, after all, he felt sorry for him. It had only been a short time ago that he’d left home on his own with little more than the clothes on his back. He glanced down at him. “You got a name, kid?”

Robert followed after him obediently. When he was asked his name he hesitated for a moment. He didn’t have to stick with his name. He could start over now, become someone different and better. He glanced back at up at the other man. “Yeah… Yeah, name’s Bob.”

The man nodded, holding the door to the building open. “Well, Bob… You can call me Jack.”

At that moment, Robert Capistrano pushed aside his past and saw a glimpse of his future. He left Robert behind on the streets by the dumpster and Bob had just met his first and only friend. Something told him then and there, eyes meeting Jack’s, that this was the beginning of something big.

Jack went on to take Bob under his wing. Not only did he have a home and a friend, but Jack taught him everything he knew about street smarts. Bob would become Jack’s number one guy and, in turn, Jack would become everything to Bob. He was a simple man, but the compassion that Jack had showed him that night had meant more to Bob than he could ever say. It was something he would always carry with him.

Gratefulness evolved into something more for Bob. After only a few short months with Jack, Bob knew that he felt something for him. Sitting opposite from him after a hit job, Bob’s eyes met Jack’s and Jack stared back for a moment before grinning at him and getting up to go to bed. When he passed him, he gave a quick squeeze to Bob’s shoulder before murmuring as he disappeared into his room. “Goodnight, Bob-o.”

Bob’s eyes followed the man, quiet for a moment. He could still feel the warmth on his shoulder. “G… Goodnight, Jack.”

Bob knew then that he could never leave Jack’s side. He was right where he wanted and needed to be. They had a good thing going and he kept his feelings to himself for years. He wasn’t about to ruin everything by telling him how he felt. He wasn’t the brightest goon in the box, but he knew that much.

It should have been an easy job, but he knew going into it that Jack was uneasy. Still, he’d agreed to accompany him to Axis Chemicals that night. Wherever Jack Napier went, Robert ‘Bob’ Capistrano was not far behind. Sometimes, he even walked in sync with the other man. He knew Jack better than he knew himself and he would follow him to the ends of this grimy, awful earth.

He’d seen the look on Jack’s face the instant the vault opened and he knew they were in trouble. Bob’s first instinct was to get Jack the hell out of Axis. Nobody else mattered. He immediately took lead and returned fire on the cops that had entered the building after them. In the commotion, in one blink of an eye, Bob had lost sight of Jack.

Every movement he made, every corner he turned, he was looking for Jack. He didn’t like it much at all when they were separated and he couldn’t be sure that the only friend he would ever have was safe. That’s when he glanced up. At first, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A giant Bat had Jack in a hold, but that’s when he kicked into action. Just ahead of him on the ground below them, he saw Jim Gordon. It was the only move he had to try and ensure Jack’s safety.

Gun out, Bob moved for Gordon and placed the barrel against the commissioner’s temple. He stared first at Gordon, the gun ready to be fired the instant anything looked bad for Jack, before he glanced upwards to his only friend. “Let him go, or I’ll do Gordon!”

The commissioner had remained frozen in place and as he glanced up, he saw Jack stare down at him in recognition for a moment. Bob saw that Jack was near an exit and all he had to do was buy him enough time to get the hell out of here and he could get to him and everything would be okay. As he hoped, the Bat dropped his only friend and he continued to hold the gun to Gordon’s head as he waited for Jack to take his exit. He was starting to get nervous. There was only so much time he could buy him.

“Come on, Jack! Let’s go!” Gun still pointed at Gordon, Bob began to back away to his own exit, eyes still on Jack, pleading at this point. “Jack! Come on!”

A shot was fired and he watched Eckhardt go down as he was still backing up to his own exit. He stared up at the catwalk where Jack was to see him fire another shot at the Bat. Then, somehow, that shot had deflected back at Jack. He heard the other man’s screams, saw the blood spray out and around his face. No. No, no, no… Jack, no…. But he saw him move again, though heavily wounded in his face. He was still backing up and staring up when he saw Jack slip over the edge of the railing and saw the Bat catch him. His eyes moved down in panic, seeing that below Jack was a large vat of some kind of green chemicals. If the fall didn’t kill him, whatever that shit was surely would.

His heart was beating almost up into his throat. There was nothing he could do from here. He was standing here watching his only friend, the man he loved and had never had the guts to tell, about to fall to his death and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Tears stung the goon’s eyes and he uttered a silent, desperate prayer that the Bat would pull him up and Jack could get out of this. Bob would see to it that his face was mended. He just needed him to survive.

Nearly at the door, his breath coming in panicked gasps as the tears spilled from his eyes, he watched the only man who had ever meant anything to him fall from the railing to the vat of chemicals below. The screams from Jack grew to silence and Bob stared in disbelief, murmuring in between shocked sobs that wracked his body. “Jack? Jack! Oh, Christ… Jack… Jack, no… Come back… Come back up…Jesus, Jack, please…. Please.”

He stood there a few moments longer, as long as he could without the cops turning back for him, and no body resurfaced in that vat. Jack Napier was gone. He was… No, Bob couldn’t bring himself to say it. He swallowed a lump in his throat, nearly choking, as his eyes gazed at that vat one last time and he turned to make his own getaway.

Making it home to his rundown apartment on the bad side of town was nearly a blur to Bob. He went through the motions, not realizing what he was even doing. He didn’t even bother to turn the light on when he entered. He slammed the door behind him with one booted foot and walked to his couch to sit down. He glanced at the phone, practically stared at it. If Jack got out, somehow, Jack would call him. He even kept his door unlocked because he knew if Jack somehow made it back here, he could just walk right in. Bob didn’t even remove his hat, coat or shoes.

He simply waited, feeling his heart break more with each passing second. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. And, before he knew it, days had turned to nearly a week. The longest he had ever spent without Jack since the other man had found him on the streets of Gotham when he was just fifteen.

Bob was certain that the instant Jack Napier’s life had ended, so had his. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, but here he sat and Jack still hadn’t called or come back. As Bob covered his face with his black leather gloved hands, he wept and felt himself shatter in that moment. What was the point? Without Jack, what good was he? He couldn’t do this anymore. If Jack was truly dead, then Bob would follow him into that darkness as he followed him in life. There was no other choice.

He glanced out the dirty window of his apartment. It was dark out, but he didn’t even care what time it was. He wiped the tears from his unshaven face, fingers ghosting over the Chelsea grin scar on his cheek that Jack had given him years prior. He remembered that night clearly. His fingers stayed there, a silent sob wracking through his body as he clung to the only thing he had left of Jack Napier anymore.

It hurt too much. He rose to his booted feet, balance off as he stood and nearly fell back on the couch again. He sent his hand into the pockets of his trench coat to find his gun. He checked the chamber. One more bullet left. That was all he needed and he would be on the only path he was ever meant to take again—behind Jack.

Bob’s bottom lip trembled and the tears ran down his face as he brought the gun up towards his temple. One click and the pain would be gone. One more shot of this gun and he could follow Jack. A shaking finger was on the trigger, mere seconds away from pulling it back when the door to his apartment shot open and the dim light in the hallway illuminated the shadow of a figure in a hat and coat.

Before Bob could say anything, gun still pressed to his temple, the figure spoke with a familiar voice. “Bobby, I’m home!”

The gun slipped from Bob’s hand and fell to the floor at his booted feet. “J… Jesus Christ… You’re… You’re alive. You’re alive!”

“Of course I’m alive, Bob-O, why wouldn’t I be?” The figure that Bob knew to be Jack stepped further into the apartment and kicked the door shut behind him. He flipped a light on and tossed his hat to the ground. Staring at Bob was Jack, but a very different Jack. His skin was now bleached white, hair turned a shade of green, lips bright red as the blood that Bob had last seen spray out of the other man’s face before he fell, and his cheeks were pulled up and set into a permanent grin that would never fade.

Bob simply stared at the other man. He wasn’t appalled. Not even in the slightest. He was overjoyed, in fact. Different or not, the man standing before him was still in some way, shape or form his Jack. It meant that Jack Napier was still alive and that meant everything to Bob. He shook his head, eyes blinking back tears as he stepped closer to the other man. “You’re…. Alive…”

Jack’s head tilted and eyes narrowed just the slightest of bits as he nodded. “Yeah, Bob-O…. We’ve already been through this. Now, listen. I need…. A change. A change of clothes and scenery so, ah… You still with me or…?”

Bob stood straighter and nodded. He was resisting the urge to throw himself at the other man, cling to him and kiss every bit of him that his lips could reach. He was holding back the need to tell him how much he missed him, how much he hurt and how fucking much he loved him. Instead, he locked eyes with the other man. “Always. Whatever you need.”

Jack’s red lips twitched into a somewhat wider grin as he grabbed his hat and put it back on. He locked his own eyes back on Bob’s, silent for a moment. He knew what he looked like. He knew Jack Napier was dead and this hideous freak was what remained in his place, but somehow it seemed like good old Bob didn’t quite seem to care. He finally spoke after a few moments of silence. “Good… Let’s go, Bobby…” He started to walk towards the door, opening it and letting the dim light spill back onto him from the hallway of the complex. “And Bob? It’s Joker now. Not Jack.”

Bob did as he was happiest and most comfortable doing and followed behind Jack. Once again their footsteps were in sync with each other and he could ensure the other man’s safety. He’d give his life for him. There was no doubt about that. He heard the other man’s reply and nodded behind him. “Yes, sir. Joker.”

//Did some minor edits to my theme, and rules page. I also went through and deleted a bunch of OOC posts. I fixed some tags as well. As of today (04/23/21), I am giving this blog a soft reboot by wiping all threads so I can get more muse and spark more interest. If we had a thread or threads that you would like to continue the plot of, please do not hesitate to message me!

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Eliza had been walking home from the store, muttering to herself. She didn’t even register the man was there until he spoke.

“Oh! I-” she debates if she should tell this stranger what’s on her mind. “Yeah…actually.”

Keeping his hands in the pockets of his jacket, he shifted as he looked at her. Once again, he looked around them to see if there was anyone nearby. It wasn’t something that he normally did to just stop and help someone, but something compelled him to tonight.

@the-arkham-librarian​ asked:  “ i am being perfectly fucking civil. ”

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@evildollface​ sent: Hello handsome!

Bob froze when he heard the blonde’s words. Now, he knew she wasn’t talking about him. He instinctively looked around him for Jack or someone, anyone that wasn’t him. But there was nobody else around.

SIONIS SNORTED with exasperated look on his face. What was it with everyone in this city  throwing THREATS and waving knives at him and thinking they can easily get away with it? 

❝ The Joker must be real stingy since all of his skillful henchmen are leaving him in no time to come crawling to me, ❞ He snided at the other. Whereas it would be too easy for him to just torture the living deadlights out of this clown servant, he could really use one more murderer on his sides. 

❝ Okay, fine. How about you get this little job done for me, proving that you’re worthy of my attention. I want you to kidnap that obnoxious journalist Vicki Vale and bring her back to me. She talks way too much.  ❞

Bob didn’t exactly feel like discussing the falling out he’d had with Jack over a certain bunch of balloons that were stolen. That was still a pretty sore wound, both literally and figuratively. Bullet wounds weren’t something he was used to receiving, but here he was. He shrugged. “Just looking for work.”

The instant he heard the photo journalist’s name he perked up. He remembered where she lived, having been there before with Jack. He had never understood the appeal she had to Jack, but he followed orders when they were given.