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just so y’all know i havent abandoned this blog (i always come back to it sooner or later lbr) but you can find my tommy for the time being over at my new multi @goldnslumbr! i thought he could use a change of scenery :P

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*smooch on the cheek* you've been my supporter since day one
lips curl into a light, pleased smile when red - tinted lips brush against his cheek, the woman in front of him resting a hand on his shoulder and heightening herself on the balls of her feet in order to reach him. whenever he found interactions with selina ceasing, he found another thing to be true : his jaw always hurt from smiling. and not the cool - guy smirk stuff, either ; the kind of smile that showed someone you really loved them. pleased as punch, tommy tucked callused hands into his pockets and replied smoothly, “ i’d be a damn idiot not to support you, lina. “
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Tommy Monaghan could eat some garbage and everyone in the surrounding area would be like cheers bro I’ll drink to that here’s five dollars
“ my new years resolution is to smoke less. “ tommy says, around the cigarette in his mouth. he failed a couple minutes into the new year, let’s be real.

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oh, but if with such wording one can’t help a jump out of the wood - like bed you’re forced to sleep on, to land barefoot upon the nastily cold floor mere inches away from the crystal, which has her cheek against it as of now. her cheek and both of her palms. that is something she wants to hear loud and clear, even when brushing off whatever actual intentions are hiding behind the lure. ‘ you can gain all sort’a names just by stickin’ with me, bay - bee. ’ ( points at herself, burying the index a bit too deep to her own chest, then hand returns to the door ) ‘ that’s a pwomise! ’ removes her face and he’s found being struck by a pair of battling baby blues before allowing a dip to one of her brows. ‘ so long as’cher not expecting any funny business, ‘n i don’t mean stand - up kinda funny— tho i can do stand-ups. ’
“ sounds like a good time. “ tommy says, corner of his lips quirking upward in a playful smile as the girl approached him, the only separation between them the thick glass. oh, yeah, she was nuts, tommy thought to himself ; had to be to date that green - haired asshole, he assumed. but it wasn’t like he had a lot of buddies waiting for him around the corner. maybe he could use a little nuts in his life.
“ funny business? perish the thought, ma’am. “ tommy exhales smoke from the cigarette between his lips before flicking it downward into the lower levels of the cells, the small item seemingly disappearing into the abyss. “ i’ve got a boyfriend who’s a real stick in the mud, so don’t you worry. i’m actually looking for someone who can do really good stand - up, so, you know -- it all works out, in the end. kiiind of short on pals at the moment, which makes going to bars really depressing. “ he dug through the deep pocket of his green trench coat for a moment before bringing out a small key card.
“ alakazam. stole it off a bastard i shot outside. how do you like your pizza? “ tommy asked with a wide grin.
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“Hey! Stop right there!” The thug soon noticed reporter Clark Kent running towards him, and made his way to a dark alley in a hurry. As he crossed the street, Clark jumped over a car before it could hit him, sliding across its hood until his shoes hit the asphalt. There were honks coming from everywhere and he followed the man to the shadows until he lost sight of him. Strange.
That was when he saw the shape of a man on a rooftop reflecting on the walls, and he turned around quickly to see who that was. Relief manifested in his features as soon as he found out that stranger was Tommy.
“You scared me!” He snapped instinctively, dropping his back against the cold bricks of the wall. “What are you doing here, Tommy?” His voice was now calmer, though he was nervous enough to have it shaking.
“ i scared superman! there’s gotta be a plaque for that. “ tommy called down to the reporter around the cigarette in his mouth, grinning and resting the large sniper rifle against his shoulder. “ what do you think i’m doing on a rooftop in the middle of the night, buddy? not having tea, that’s for damn sure. “ he’d been on a hit but got temporarily distracted by the familiar sound of clark’s voice -- and that of some thug he was in pursuit of. in fact, tommy had been perched on that particular rooftop because he, for a moment, was going to shoot down the thug -- not to death, okay, calm down, someplace nonlethal -- but that’s when the man disappeared.
“ who was that, and how’d he get away, clark? “ tommy asked him, leaning over the edge of the building curiously. he figured clark would know, considering he had a surprising amount of knowledge about this kind of thing. i mean, tommy did too -- he hunted a lot of metahumans for a living -- but hell, he didn’t study them. just pulled the trigger. “ you okay down there? “
“ SHIT, TOMMY. ” the smirk on her face drops, her lips softening to something between a surprised ‘o’ and a saddened frown. selina wasn’t any good at this, and she hadn’t expected that from him – she thought maybe he got complacent, or maybe even sick, since she hadn’t seen him strolling the same blocks he used too, that smug grin or that cigarette handing from his lips. her collection of blocks in her nook in gotham city felt a little empty without his swaggering walk.
selina hesitates, her steps uneasy as she approaches him on the worn out couch. there are suspicious stains and smells she can’t quite place, but all of that is pushed to the back of her mind as her hand rests on the back of his shoulder. “ i had no idea, t. ” her hand is soothing, rubbing circles in the most reassuring way possible. selina had lost people before, but that had been ages ago, before she learned that self-isolation was the padding necessary to present any pain from abandonment or loss. “ i would have stopped by earlier– i… ” her voice is lost on her. “ is there anything i can do for you? ” // continued with @itsaliving
he feels his throat constrict painfully at her gentle, loving touch, head dipped slightly. god, if he could cry, he’d already be bursting into tears thanks to just the slightest affection selina was showing him. he’d been so alone these past couple weeks ... so absorbed in memory that her presence was like having a bucket of cold water dumped over his head, a reminder of reality, that there were people outside of this graveyard he was sitting in. his fingers curled over his mouth subtly as he tried to choke back the lump forming in the base of his throat lest he let out an embarrassing dry sob.
“ ... nah. it’s okay. i haven’t really talked to anybody for a little while. “ tommy admits, hand fidgeting by rubbing the back of his neck, where his hair was beginning to grow out a little. he avoided eye contact a little as emotion tempestuously raged in his chest -- god, he didn’t know if he was ready for this. “ it’s ... it’s actually really nice. t’ see you, cats. “ a heavy pause ; it felt as though pat’s spirit was still here, filling up all the gaps in the air, taking breath from his lungs. it’s quiet ; a whisper ; a meek, sad little sound from the normally - confident hitman’s mouth as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “ i just ... miss him. “
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“ i was in the marines for like, two goddamned seconds, and it was the biggest waste a’ time of my whole life. only reason why sean sent me was ‘cuz i iced this guy messing with pat and had to get outta gotham, but whoo … i can confidently say that if i hadn’t met my best friend natt while on duty it woulda been the dumbest thing i’ve ever done. “
“ didn’t even end up goin’ to college or nothing. 0/10. screw all that. “
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“ you know, sometimes i completely forget about it ‘cuz i hung out with pat so much, but i used to live in this real rinky-dink old orphanage in the cauldron. i swear to god, sometimes when i step in there just to visit one a’ the old sisters who used to look after my sorry ass, it’s like i smell the dust and the candles and all that shit and suddenly i’m like eight years old again. “ he scratches his head, absent smile on his face. “ it was a pretty okay time, not gonna lie. they’re the only reason why i have any sorta morals n’ values today. and not to mention, it was better than bein’ on the street, if you ask me. “

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“ believe it or not, i had siblings. a bunch of siblings. two brothers, two sisters: frances, billy, johny, and philomena. i was the youngest. “ he lights a cigarette, shrugging his shoulders. “ last three before me died way before i could ever meet ‘em, years and years ago. i managed to meet frances before she died. she was, uh … well, beautiful. “
“ y’ know, i was thinkin’ lately of maybe gettin’ a tattoo of their names or somethin’. i dunno. i mean, they’re my kin, and all. what happened to them … sucked. they deserve to be immortalized somewhere, even it’s on this hunk a’ junk. i think about ‘em enough. “ gesturing idly & vaguely to his own form before taking a drag off his cigarette, expression heavy. “ ———- anyways. goddamn. that story’s sad as hell. let’s not talk about it anymore. “
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“ hey, b! you made it! “ tommy stands up in excitement, rushing to where the fellow boy walked in somewhat awkwardly through the front door of the sleazy bar. he clapped a hand on his shoulder, smile wide & brown eyes holding a glint of excitement within them. hand wraps around bruce’s arm and gives him an encouraging little tug, jabbing his free thumb in the direction of the back room. clearly tom’s real excited at the prospect of a new friend. “ come on! the new tv’s back here. can i get you somethin’ to drink? uncle sean told me that’s the polite thing to say to guests. “
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“Someone tried to kill me because he was scared of me.”
brow creases in slight worry, that same minute concern subtly audible in his tone of voice as he tilts his head and murmurs lightly, “ happens to the best of us. “ hand raises, touching clark’s arm in consolation, words solidifying with determination. “ who, clark? “
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“ don’t worry, lina. i caught the hint. i know it smells like a pair of socks in here. ain’t surprised, either. “ he hasn’t really moved from his spot on the couch since she decided to drop in through the window to pay him a surprise visit, feet propped up on the coffee-ring-stained table and cigarette smoke filling the heavy air of the room. it smelled awful, and so did he: the whole place had the stench of death in there, the odor of decay. tommy really did look in worse shape than usual, too : deep rings under his unmasked eyes, black beard covering the lower half of his face that he idly itched from time to time, old boots covered in grime.
“ … ‘s just been an effort lately, is all. getting around and doing things n’ what not. i’ve just been hanging out right here, and whatever. “ without him. maybe moving into pat’s apartment had been a mistake, but it had seemed terribly smart when he first did it and pat was alive. now it was like there was nothing in there that didn’t remind tommy of him. old baseball cards, t-shirts that still carried his smell, stupid playboy magazines and photographs from the ‘80s. tommy shifted, looking at her from over his shoulder. he’s silent for a moment before he shrugs, takes a long drag on his cigarette, and says as casually as possible, “ my brother died a couple weeks ago. “