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@cockroach-drifting-goon
Hey!!!
I am cockroach. I don't think I legally exist anymore and my real name is lost to the streets anyway. I get by being a goon to the various rogues in Gotham City.
I work for almost anyone. I will never work for the Joker, fuck that guy!
Yeah, if you want something done under the radar, I'm up to do it.
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Hello Merry!
@cockroach-drifting-goon
“Ah. Roach, wasn’t it? Hello,” Merry said with a tilt of their head. They turned back to tossing birdseed to the crows outside their clinic.
"Yeah, it's me. How have you been? It's been ages since we worked together under 'crow."
She leans down and sighs when the crows act agitated towards her. They always have and Cockroach doesn't know why.
The crows hop and caw in a loose swarm around Merry. One tugs at hem of their coat and another attempts to undo their bootlaces. Merry smiles, their lack of mask leaving their face bare to the world.
“Yeah,” They mutter, “It’s been sometime. I’ve been well, struck out on my own. You?”
"You know me. I was always changing who I worked for. Found a gig with Red Hood. Is good. Keeps the clown away."
She sighs and slumps a bit into herself. She takes some of the food from Merry and scatters it for the crows.
"Clown's been persistent lately. He's round up a few of the cooks. Took one of 'Crows' old hideouts. Left me a calling card at my door."
“Hm,” they hum, “Hood’s not a bad gig. Heard he pays decent.”
Merry raises an eyebrow, “Calling card? Along the lines of a literal card or something dead?”
"Hood does pay well. And he is keeping an eye out for his goons as well. Clown left this tucked into my door, waved and fucking winked at the nearby traffic cam and skipped away!"
Cockroach takes out a card from her pocket. It's a playcard from a typical card deck. It's a joker with a bloody red grin everyone in Gotham knew all too well scrawled right across it.
"And with Joker having crow's cooks now... I'm worried."
“Fuckin clown…” Merry murmurs. They kneel to let a crow hop onto their forearm. The bird cackles and chirps, gently nibbling on Merry’s sleeve as they straighten up.
“I’m not surprised he’s taking over Crane’s territory. No one’s seen the good doctor in months. He’s left a power vacuum us little fishes can’t fill so easily.”
"Still giving orders to all his goons. Said the cooks should stay near the scaries. It helped. Noone else was caught since they started the buddy system."
Cockroach sighs and leans her head back.
"I never understood your standing with crows. Or why they hate me."
They scratch the top of the crow’s head, “Scavengers understand each other. We pick up the remnants of others’ hunts. Waste not, want not.”
While Merry had a penchant for dramatics when they worked under Scarecrow’s tutelage, their words now had an ominous vagueness that they lacked before.
"Sure, but why do they hate me?"
Cockroach steps a little back from one crow that was starting to viciously peck at her. She didn't hate them, never could, but they were vicious in their hatered for her. She didn't mind Merry getting more cryptic. Sometimes it was nice. Sometimes she would join in and sometimes, like now, Cockroach just loved the way it took her minds of things.
Open RP starter!! Anyone is welcome to respond
(OOC: I would love if @redhoodisalive e, @anightlywing , @supermans-fave-vigilante, @no-spleen-just-trauma , and/or @cockroach-drifting-goon wanted to continue this 👉👈)
Gunshots are not exactly uncommon in a city like Gotham. But when it comes from the alley you happen to be passing, it definitely catches attention.
"Lower your weapon and-"
*BANG*
The voice cuts off with a gasp, and something that sounds like it's made of metal clatters to the ground, followed by the sound of fumbled footsteps, and a loud CLANG against a nearby dumpster.
Cockroach heard the voice of the detective who had bought her a meal and actually listened to her. She was ready to go her way, slinking out of sight and not causing any problems, paperwork, or anything like that, when she heard their voice suddenly cut off.
"Fucking merde!"
She carefully follows the sounds of someone going down from a gunshot and steps into the alley.
No voice responds right away. Just pained, uneven gasping, and the sound of fleeing footsteps in the distance.
When she finally rounds the corner to check, it's...the detective that got shot? They're clutching at their stomach, blood soaking through their shirt. Their breathing is uneven. They flinch when they see a figure appear from behind. It's dark, nighttime, so they can't see who the figure is.
"Fucking, merde! Ok, I've got this. Detective Khoshekh, it's me, Cockroach. Do you have any way to call it in that you are injured?"
She purposefully steps into their line of sight and crouches down, looking for the wound.
They look slightly relieved when they see who it is, but their eyes won't fully focus. But a gunshot is a pretty serious injury, and their body can't really process what happened yet.
"It was only- I was only questioning a witness and they just- what the hell?! I wasn't even there to arrest anyone-"
Their voice is rather strained as they try to hold pressure.
"..y-yeah, I have a radio-"
They try to reach for their jacket pocket, then seize up when the pain flairs up.
Cockroach sighs and helps with one hand to keep their hands on the wound and apply pressure. With her other she fished out the radio and activated it, keeping it close to the Detective's mouth for them to call in whatever needed to be called in. She had no idea what she would need to say and she wanted to make sure that help would come and not be denied because of wrong things said.
"Here Detective Khoshek."
They nod slightly in thanks before pressing the button that activates the radio's input. They wince slightly before continuing.
"D-Detective Khoshek, badge number 01746, reporting officer down. Location in an alley near 37th and Mulberry. Gunshot wound to the abdomen, heavy bleeding but conscious for now."
"..p..please hurry.."
As soon as they finish the report, their arm drops to their side again, while their other hand still clutches at their wound. They can hear something along the lines of 'emergency services dispatched' faintly over the radio. They have to pause for a moment. They try to catch their breath, but they can't seem to be able to. Now that there's help coming, they look back at Cockroach.
"...you should go...I'm sure you don't want to..deal with it since you..'don't fuck with cops'..."
They huff something that almost sounds like an attempt at a laugh, remembering their first interaction with her.
"Saving a life is more important."
She grumbles and presses harder with the cloth from her now newly ripped hoody. That was all she could do, keep the pressure up and the them awake.
"You will hate it, but I found a gig since we met the last time. I'm running with Hood's crowd now. Haven't done anything illegal. Got Joker's attention as well... Best not to speak about that. Hood is a good boss. He cares. Saw a Red Robin with a ballgown and shrike wings before we ever met."
"Th-..this is all very useful..th-thanks-"
They gasp again with another stab of pain from the wound.
"...the Red Hood is a good boss..?? Every t..time I've met him he seemed rather..trigger happy.."
"...
"..are you sure the Red Robin wasn't some kin-"
Another wince. This may not be the best time for inside tips...
"...kind of...cosplayer or something..?..I've seen some weird ones..."
"Don't strain yourself. And yes, to all your questions. I'm sure your buddies are here soon. The cops and the medics."
At least Cockroach hoped they were. Because the amount of lost blood didn't look good.
"..y-yeah..thanks by the way.."
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
"..last chance to leave before they get here.."
"I am not leaving you until I know you are tended to. I heard two gunshots since you called this in Detective!"
She grumbles, fully knowing it will get her accused of the one shooting the detective and trussed up. Because even if it were moronic, the GCPD had to save face and trusting up a suspect for the whole shooting a detective thing would save face even if that suspect was actually a bystander helping. She just hoped those weren't trigger happy cops who would shoot her for existing near a downed detective.
"Je vais être mort."
"Well..thanks..I'll vouch for you, if nothing else..no reason to bring up anything you might have done in the past..they'll..probably leave you alone if I do.."
Their voice is fading slowly. Head drooping slightly. They're fading, but at least help is almost here.
"Hey, no! Stay with me!"
Cockroach looks up. She was trying to not panic, hoping the medics are right there. One of her hands is already changing position to get a hold on a pulse point and searching for it.
"...'m still here..."
They force their head to lift slightly, with great effort.
"...'m just..tired..."
Tired screech to a stop at the entrance to the alleyway, red and blue lights flashing almost obnoxiously. Help is finally here, thankfully.
"...thanks...for not...l...leaving..."
Their voice is getting quieter as the footsteps paramedics grow closer.
"You listened. Can't have the only decent Detective in Gotham die because they did their job."
Cockroach waits for the paramedics to take over and steps away as soon as she can, waiting for the prognosis and the fallout.
Hello Merry!
@cockroach-drifting-goon
“Ah. Roach, wasn’t it? Hello,” Merry said with a tilt of their head. They turned back to tossing birdseed to the crows outside their clinic.
"Yeah, it's me. How have you been? It's been ages since we worked together under 'crow."
She leans down and sighs when the crows act agitated towards her. They always have and Cockroach doesn't know why.
The crows hop and caw in a loose swarm around Merry. One tugs at hem of their coat and another attempts to undo their bootlaces. Merry smiles, their lack of mask leaving their face bare to the world.
“Yeah,” They mutter, “It’s been sometime. I’ve been well, struck out on my own. You?”
"You know me. I was always changing who I worked for. Found a gig with Red Hood. Is good. Keeps the clown away."
She sighs and slumps a bit into herself. She takes some of the food from Merry and scatters it for the crows.
"Clown's been persistent lately. He's round up a few of the cooks. Took one of 'Crows' old hideouts. Left me a calling card at my door."
“Hm,” they hum, “Hood’s not a bad gig. Heard he pays decent.”
Merry raises an eyebrow, “Calling card? Along the lines of a literal card or something dead?”
"Hood does pay well. And he is keeping an eye out for his goons as well. Clown left this tucked into my door, waved and fucking winked at the nearby traffic cam and skipped away!"
Cockroach takes out a card from her pocket. It's a playcard from a typical card deck. It's a joker with a bloody red grin everyone in Gotham knew all too well scrawled right across it.
"And with Joker having crow's cooks now... I'm worried."
“Fuckin clown…” Merry murmurs. They kneel to let a crow hop onto their forearm. The bird cackles and chirps, gently nibbling on Merry’s sleeve as they straighten up.
“I’m not surprised he’s taking over Crane’s territory. No one’s seen the good doctor in months. He’s left a power vacuum us little fishes can’t fill so easily.”
"Still giving orders to all his goons. Said the cooks should stay near the scaries. It helped. Noone else was caught since they started the buddy system."
Cockroach sighs and leans her head back.
"I never understood your standing with crows. Or why they hate me."
Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
No clue who or what that is but sure
I have a story for you. A couple of days ago I got a visit from a certain clown. He left his calling card for me. You want to know what he does with you if you tell him no?
Oh......
I'm guessing not very good things
painful things and deadly things. Joker venom, acid, crippling and deadly wounds. And not only you, but your family and anyone you are close with as well.
......... Is there no way to get rid of said clown?
After what happened with the Robins? You would think someone did something to permanently put him down.
Well it's never too late to take initiative
Not like we've got a lot to lose
Our lifes, our sanity, our soul. Call me if you get the balls to go up to the clown and shoot him. I will rally everyone I know and award you the balls of steel award.
I mean, I've wanted to kill the clown for a WHILE now
But idk if simple bullets will cut it, gotta do more research on what hurts the joker
See! And I have heard that his condition is like a disease. Very disgusting. I think a less bloody method would be better.
Well yeah, don't think I stand a chance in terms of physical strenght
Hmmm, I'll be back if I've got anything
Sure. Because people want to listen to crime alley scum 🙄
Oh don't be like that, If you've got a cause and manage to get a few key people in your cause, you CAN do it
I'm sceptical of good standing shmucks like you going to come back to a crime alley scum goon like me. 🙄
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Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
No clue who or what that is but sure
I have a story for you. A couple of days ago I got a visit from a certain clown. He left his calling card for me. You want to know what he does with you if you tell him no?
Oh......
I'm guessing not very good things
painful things and deadly things. Joker venom, acid, crippling and deadly wounds. And not only you, but your family and anyone you are close with as well.
......... Is there no way to get rid of said clown?
After what happened with the Robins? You would think someone did something to permanently put him down.
Well it's never too late to take initiative
Not like we've got a lot to lose
Our lifes, our sanity, our soul. Call me if you get the balls to go up to the clown and shoot him. I will rally everyone I know and award you the balls of steel award.
I mean, I've wanted to kill the clown for a WHILE now
But idk if simple bullets will cut it, gotta do more research on what hurts the joker
See! And I have heard that his condition is like a disease. Very disgusting. I think a less bloody method would be better.
Well yeah, don't think I stand a chance in terms of physical strenght
Hmmm, I'll be back if I've got anything
Sure. Because people want to listen to crime alley scum 🙄
Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
No clue who or what that is but sure
I have a story for you. A couple of days ago I got a visit from a certain clown. He left his calling card for me. You want to know what he does with you if you tell him no?
Oh......
I'm guessing not very good things
painful things and deadly things. Joker venom, acid, crippling and deadly wounds. And not only you, but your family and anyone you are close with as well.
......... Is there no way to get rid of said clown?
After what happened with the Robins? You would think someone did something to permanently put him down.
Well it's never too late to take initiative
Not like we've got a lot to lose
Our lifes, our sanity, our soul. Call me if you get the balls to go up to the clown and shoot him. I will rally everyone I know and award you the balls of steel award.
I mean, I've wanted to kill the clown for a WHILE now
But idk if simple bullets will cut it, gotta do more research on what hurts the joker
See! And I have heard that his condition is like a disease. Very disgusting. I think a less bloody method would be better.
Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
No clue who or what that is but sure
I have a story for you. A couple of days ago I got a visit from a certain clown. He left his calling card for me. You want to know what he does with you if you tell him no?
Oh......
I'm guessing not very good things
painful things and deadly things. Joker venom, acid, crippling and deadly wounds. And not only you, but your family and anyone you are close with as well.
......... Is there no way to get rid of said clown?
After what happened with the Robins? You would think someone did something to permanently put him down.
Well it's never too late to take initiative
Not like we've got a lot to lose
Our lifes, our sanity, our soul. Call me if you get the balls to go up to the clown and shoot him. I will rally everyone I know and award you the balls of steel award.
Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
No clue who or what that is but sure
I have a story for you. A couple of days ago I got a visit from a certain clown. He left his calling card for me. You want to know what he does with you if you tell him no?
Oh......
I'm guessing not very good things
painful things and deadly things. Joker venom, acid, crippling and deadly wounds. And not only you, but your family and anyone you are close with as well.
......... Is there no way to get rid of said clown?
After what happened with the Robins? You would think someone did something to permanently put him down.
Open RP starter!! Anyone is welcome to respond
(OOC: I would love if @redhoodisalive e, @anightlywing , @supermans-fave-vigilante, @no-spleen-just-trauma , and/or @cockroach-drifting-goon wanted to continue this 👉👈)
Gunshots are not exactly uncommon in a city like Gotham. But when it comes from the alley you happen to be passing, it definitely catches attention.
"Lower your weapon and-"
*BANG*
The voice cuts off with a gasp, and something that sounds like it's made of metal clatters to the ground, followed by the sound of fumbled footsteps, and a loud CLANG against a nearby dumpster.
Cockroach heard the voice of the detective who had bought her a meal and actually listened to her. She was ready to go her way, slinking out of sight and not causing any problems, paperwork, or anything like that, when she heard their voice suddenly cut off.
"Fucking merde!"
She carefully follows the sounds of someone going down from a gunshot and steps into the alley.
No voice responds right away. Just pained, uneven gasping, and the sound of fleeing footsteps in the distance.
When she finally rounds the corner to check, it's...the detective that got shot? They're clutching at their stomach, blood soaking through their shirt. Their breathing is uneven. They flinch when they see a figure appear from behind. It's dark, nighttime, so they can't see who the figure is.
"Fucking, merde! Ok, I've got this. Detective Khoshekh, it's me, Cockroach. Do you have any way to call it in that you are injured?"
She purposefully steps into their line of sight and crouches down, looking for the wound.
They look slightly relieved when they see who it is, but their eyes won't fully focus. But a gunshot is a pretty serious injury, and their body can't really process what happened yet.
"It was only- I was only questioning a witness and they just- what the hell?! I wasn't even there to arrest anyone-"
Their voice is rather strained as they try to hold pressure.
"..y-yeah, I have a radio-"
They try to reach for their jacket pocket, then seize up when the pain flairs up.
Cockroach sighs and helps with one hand to keep their hands on the wound and apply pressure. With her other she fished out the radio and activated it, keeping it close to the Detective's mouth for them to call in whatever needed to be called in. She had no idea what she would need to say and she wanted to make sure that help would come and not be denied because of wrong things said.
"Here Detective Khoshek."
They nod slightly in thanks before pressing the button that activates the radio's input. They wince slightly before continuing.
"D-Detective Khoshek, badge number 01746, reporting officer down. Location in an alley near 37th and Mulberry. Gunshot wound to the abdomen, heavy bleeding but conscious for now."
"..p..please hurry.."
As soon as they finish the report, their arm drops to their side again, while their other hand still clutches at their wound. They can hear something along the lines of 'emergency services dispatched' faintly over the radio. They have to pause for a moment. They try to catch their breath, but they can't seem to be able to. Now that there's help coming, they look back at Cockroach.
"...you should go...I'm sure you don't want to..deal with it since you..'don't fuck with cops'..."
They huff something that almost sounds like an attempt at a laugh, remembering their first interaction with her.
"Saving a life is more important."
She grumbles and presses harder with the cloth from her now newly ripped hoody. That was all she could do, keep the pressure up and the them awake.
"You will hate it, but I found a gig since we met the last time. I'm running with Hood's crowd now. Haven't done anything illegal. Got Joker's attention as well... Best not to speak about that. Hood is a good boss. He cares. Saw a Red Robin with a ballgown and shrike wings before we ever met."
"Th-..this is all very useful..th-thanks-"
They gasp again with another stab of pain from the wound.
"...the Red Hood is a good boss..?? Every t..time I've met him he seemed rather..trigger happy.."
"...
"..are you sure the Red Robin wasn't some kin-"
Another wince. This may not be the best time for inside tips...
"...kind of...cosplayer or something..?..I've seen some weird ones..."
"Don't strain yourself. And yes, to all your questions. I'm sure your buddies are here soon. The cops and the medics."
At least Cockroach hoped they were. Because the amount of lost blood didn't look good.
"..y-yeah..thanks by the way.."
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
"..last chance to leave before they get here.."
"I am not leaving you until I know you are tended to. I heard two gunshots since you called this in Detective!"
She grumbles, fully knowing it will get her accused of the one shooting the detective and trussed up. Because even if it were moronic, the GCPD had to save face and trusting up a suspect for the whole shooting a detective thing would save face even if that suspect was actually a bystander helping. She just hoped those weren't trigger happy cops who would shoot her for existing near a downed detective.
"Je vais être mort."
"Well..thanks..I'll vouch for you, if nothing else..no reason to bring up anything you might have done in the past..they'll..probably leave you alone if I do.."
Their voice is fading slowly. Head drooping slightly. They're fading, but at least help is almost here.
"Hey, no! Stay with me!"
Cockroach looks up. She was trying to not panic, hoping the medics are right there. One of her hands is already changing position to get a hold on a pulse point and searching for it.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
No clue who or what that is but sure
I have a story for you. A couple of days ago I got a visit from a certain clown. He left his calling card for me. You want to know what he does with you if you tell him no?
Oh......
I'm guessing not very good things
painful things and deadly things. Joker venom, acid, crippling and deadly wounds. And not only you, but your family and anyone you are close with as well.
Hello Merry!
@cockroach-drifting-goon
“Ah. Roach, wasn’t it? Hello,” Merry said with a tilt of their head. They turned back to tossing birdseed to the crows outside their clinic.
"Yeah, it's me. How have you been? It's been ages since we worked together under 'crow."
She leans down and sighs when the crows act agitated towards her. They always have and Cockroach doesn't know why.
The crows hop and caw in a loose swarm around Merry. One tugs at hem of their coat and another attempts to undo their bootlaces. Merry smiles, their lack of mask leaving their face bare to the world.
“Yeah,” They mutter, “It’s been sometime. I’ve been well, struck out on my own. You?”
"You know me. I was always changing who I worked for. Found a gig with Red Hood. Is good. Keeps the clown away."
She sighs and slumps a bit into herself. She takes some of the food from Merry and scatters it for the crows.
"Clown's been persistent lately. He's round up a few of the cooks. Took one of 'Crows' old hideouts. Left me a calling card at my door."
“Hm,” they hum, “Hood’s not a bad gig. Heard he pays decent.”
Merry raises an eyebrow, “Calling card? Along the lines of a literal card or something dead?”
"Hood does pay well. And he is keeping an eye out for his goons as well. Clown left this tucked into my door, waved and fucking winked at the nearby traffic cam and skipped away!"
Cockroach takes out a card from her pocket. It's a playcard from a typical card deck. It's a joker with a bloody red grin everyone in Gotham knew all too well scrawled right across it.
"And with Joker having crow's cooks now... I'm worried."
Open RP starter!! Anyone is welcome to respond
(OOC: I would love if @redhoodisalive e, @anightlywing , @supermans-fave-vigilante, @no-spleen-just-trauma , and/or @cockroach-drifting-goon wanted to continue this 👉👈)
Gunshots are not exactly uncommon in a city like Gotham. But when it comes from the alley you happen to be passing, it definitely catches attention.
"Lower your weapon and-"
*BANG*
The voice cuts off with a gasp, and something that sounds like it's made of metal clatters to the ground, followed by the sound of fumbled footsteps, and a loud CLANG against a nearby dumpster.
Cockroach heard the voice of the detective who had bought her a meal and actually listened to her. She was ready to go her way, slinking out of sight and not causing any problems, paperwork, or anything like that, when she heard their voice suddenly cut off.
"Fucking merde!"
She carefully follows the sounds of someone going down from a gunshot and steps into the alley.
No voice responds right away. Just pained, uneven gasping, and the sound of fleeing footsteps in the distance.
When she finally rounds the corner to check, it's...the detective that got shot? They're clutching at their stomach, blood soaking through their shirt. Their breathing is uneven. They flinch when they see a figure appear from behind. It's dark, nighttime, so they can't see who the figure is.
"Fucking, merde! Ok, I've got this. Detective Khoshekh, it's me, Cockroach. Do you have any way to call it in that you are injured?"
She purposefully steps into their line of sight and crouches down, looking for the wound.
They look slightly relieved when they see who it is, but their eyes won't fully focus. But a gunshot is a pretty serious injury, and their body can't really process what happened yet.
"It was only- I was only questioning a witness and they just- what the hell?! I wasn't even there to arrest anyone-"
Their voice is rather strained as they try to hold pressure.
"..y-yeah, I have a radio-"
They try to reach for their jacket pocket, then seize up when the pain flairs up.
Cockroach sighs and helps with one hand to keep their hands on the wound and apply pressure. With her other she fished out the radio and activated it, keeping it close to the Detective's mouth for them to call in whatever needed to be called in. She had no idea what she would need to say and she wanted to make sure that help would come and not be denied because of wrong things said.
"Here Detective Khoshek."
They nod slightly in thanks before pressing the button that activates the radio's input. They wince slightly before continuing.
"D-Detective Khoshek, badge number 01746, reporting officer down. Location in an alley near 37th and Mulberry. Gunshot wound to the abdomen, heavy bleeding but conscious for now."
"..p..please hurry.."
As soon as they finish the report, their arm drops to their side again, while their other hand still clutches at their wound. They can hear something along the lines of 'emergency services dispatched' faintly over the radio. They have to pause for a moment. They try to catch their breath, but they can't seem to be able to. Now that there's help coming, they look back at Cockroach.
"...you should go...I'm sure you don't want to..deal with it since you..'don't fuck with cops'..."
They huff something that almost sounds like an attempt at a laugh, remembering their first interaction with her.
"Saving a life is more important."
She grumbles and presses harder with the cloth from her now newly ripped hoody. That was all she could do, keep the pressure up and the them awake.
"You will hate it, but I found a gig since we met the last time. I'm running with Hood's crowd now. Haven't done anything illegal. Got Joker's attention as well... Best not to speak about that. Hood is a good boss. He cares. Saw a Red Robin with a ballgown and shrike wings before we ever met."
"Th-..this is all very useful..th-thanks-"
They gasp again with another stab of pain from the wound.
"...the Red Hood is a good boss..?? Every t..time I've met him he seemed rather..trigger happy.."
"...
"..are you sure the Red Robin wasn't some kin-"
Another wince. This may not be the best time for inside tips...
"...kind of...cosplayer or something..?..I've seen some weird ones..."
"Don't strain yourself. And yes, to all your questions. I'm sure your buddies are here soon. The cops and the medics."
At least Cockroach hoped they were. Because the amount of lost blood didn't look good.
"..y-yeah..thanks by the way.."
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
"..last chance to leave before they get here.."
"I am not leaving you until I know you are tended to. I heard two gunshots since you called this in Detective!"
She grumbles, fully knowing it will get her accused of the one shooting the detective and trussed up. Because even if it were moronic, the GCPD had to save face and trusting up a suspect for the whole shooting a detective thing would save face even if that suspect was actually a bystander helping. She just hoped those weren't trigger happy cops who would shoot her for existing near a downed detective.
"Je vais être mort."
Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
No clue who or what that is but sure
I have a story for you. A couple of days ago I got a visit from a certain clown. He left his calling card for me. You want to know what he does with you if you tell him no?
Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Yooo, I'm Not ACTUALLY dating said rich shmuck yet
We're just friends
And well I was actually looking for people with stories. Feels like you might have an interesting one
Of course, only if you're willing to share that
Interesting story? What kind of story? The kind that gets you a visit of dame mort?
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Why'd you name yourself cockroach?
It's the name I've always had... Aren't you the boyfriend of some rich shmuck? Why are you asking some nobody from Crime Alley?
Open RP starter!! Anyone is welcome to respond
(OOC: I would love if @redhoodisalive e, @anightlywing , @supermans-fave-vigilante, @no-spleen-just-trauma , and/or @cockroach-drifting-goon wanted to continue this 👉👈)
Gunshots are not exactly uncommon in a city like Gotham. But when it comes from the alley you happen to be passing, it definitely catches attention.
"Lower your weapon and-"
*BANG*
The voice cuts off with a gasp, and something that sounds like it's made of metal clatters to the ground, followed by the sound of fumbled footsteps, and a loud CLANG against a nearby dumpster.
Cockroach heard the voice of the detective who had bought her a meal and actually listened to her. She was ready to go her way, slinking out of sight and not causing any problems, paperwork, or anything like that, when she heard their voice suddenly cut off.
"Fucking merde!"
She carefully follows the sounds of someone going down from a gunshot and steps into the alley.
No voice responds right away. Just pained, uneven gasping, and the sound of fleeing footsteps in the distance.
When she finally rounds the corner to check, it's...the detective that got shot? They're clutching at their stomach, blood soaking through their shirt. Their breathing is uneven. They flinch when they see a figure appear from behind. It's dark, nighttime, so they can't see who the figure is.
"Fucking, merde! Ok, I've got this. Detective Khoshekh, it's me, Cockroach. Do you have any way to call it in that you are injured?"
She purposefully steps into their line of sight and crouches down, looking for the wound.
They look slightly relieved when they see who it is, but their eyes won't fully focus. But a gunshot is a pretty serious injury, and their body can't really process what happened yet.
"It was only- I was only questioning a witness and they just- what the hell?! I wasn't even there to arrest anyone-"
Their voice is rather strained as they try to hold pressure.
"..y-yeah, I have a radio-"
They try to reach for their jacket pocket, then seize up when the pain flairs up.
Cockroach sighs and helps with one hand to keep their hands on the wound and apply pressure. With her other she fished out the radio and activated it, keeping it close to the Detective's mouth for them to call in whatever needed to be called in. She had no idea what she would need to say and she wanted to make sure that help would come and not be denied because of wrong things said.
"Here Detective Khoshek."
They nod slightly in thanks before pressing the button that activates the radio's input. They wince slightly before continuing.
"D-Detective Khoshek, badge number 01746, reporting officer down. Location in an alley near 37th and Mulberry. Gunshot wound to the abdomen, heavy bleeding but conscious for now."
"..p..please hurry.."
As soon as they finish the report, their arm drops to their side again, while their other hand still clutches at their wound. They can hear something along the lines of 'emergency services dispatched' faintly over the radio. They have to pause for a moment. They try to catch their breath, but they can't seem to be able to. Now that there's help coming, they look back at Cockroach.
"...you should go...I'm sure you don't want to..deal with it since you..'don't fuck with cops'..."
They huff something that almost sounds like an attempt at a laugh, remembering their first interaction with her.
"Saving a life is more important."
She grumbles and presses harder with the cloth from her now newly ripped hoody. That was all she could do, keep the pressure up and the them awake.
"You will hate it, but I found a gig since we met the last time. I'm running with Hood's crowd now. Haven't done anything illegal. Got Joker's attention as well... Best not to speak about that. Hood is a good boss. He cares. Saw a Red Robin with a ballgown and shrike wings before we ever met."
"Th-..this is all very useful..th-thanks-"
They gasp again with another stab of pain from the wound.
"...the Red Hood is a good boss..?? Every t..time I've met him he seemed rather..trigger happy.."
"...
"..are you sure the Red Robin wasn't some kin-"
Another wince. This may not be the best time for inside tips...
"...kind of...cosplayer or something..?..I've seen some weird ones..."
"Don't strain yourself. And yes, to all your questions. I'm sure your buddies are here soon. The cops and the medics."
At least Cockroach hoped they were. Because the amount of lost blood didn't look good.
