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“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up, you know” Mitchell smirked widely as he watched the redhead enter the room. Jerome had been the first face to come to mind upon his breakout from Arkham, after all, if there was anybody that was down to have some fun and only became more excited by the risks, it was Jerome. “Things have been a little too quiet on my end lately…I was wondering if you wanted to get out and have some fun - the no rules apply kind of fun” The best kind, in his opinion.

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Jerome giggled and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t wear a watch,” he said, thrusting both hands forward like he was asking to be cuffed, showing off his bare wrists. “You’re lucky I remembered to show up at all. Got a lot of thoughts rattling around up here.” He tilted his head and smacked the heel of his palm against his temple, like he was trying to jar something loose, before lifting his head and grinning widely at Mitchell. “Oh, yeah?” he said. “Did you have anything in particular in mind, or are we…?” He threw his arms wide and grinned broadly. “Wingin’ it?”

Zatanna knew what it was like to be away from family. She knew the twins’ particular situation was well…. a little less than conventional. And that was saying it nicely. “Or maybe we start by putting out an ad? Jeremiah likes to read right? Maybe he’ll see it. I know you want to see your brother but forcing your company on him may make things worse darling.” she tried to explain. It was why she hadn’t simply done a locator spell. Everyone deserved the right to go off the grid. And given what Jeremiah had been through with his brother….it wasn’t her place to force them together.

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Jerome giggled. “Yeah, but if I asked him to, he wouldn’t come,” he said. “He kinda hates me. And by kinda, I mean a lot. He hates me a lot. If he knew it was me, he’d show up just to shove a knife in my eye or something.” He paused, thinking about it. “Oh, wait, I did that,” he said, a stream of hysterical giggles spilling from his lips. “He’d never do that. He doesn’t like people to think he’d ever copy me. Even though there’s a whole symbolism thing going on, ya know. I kill our dad like that, he kills me like that…” He waved his hand. “Anyway. He’ll probably show up sometime. Last time I saw him he said he’d find me an apartment.” He giggled. “There’s probably a penthouse in Gotham with a bomb hidden in the bathroom cabinet.”

“A felony or two?” Her brow quirked, and Morgan wondered if she outta feel less interested. It was simply that, well, times CHANGE. Felonies in this time were hardly the same as she’d known them. She couldn’t help but chuckle as he spoke. “Do you have any particular felonies in mind?” Morgan asked with bemusement. “Eh legalities are legalities.” The law didn’t always know what was RIGHT. That was something Morgan was sure of, and back in time, it couldn’t be any better. 

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Jerome thought about this for a second, tapping his temple with a finger as if trying to jostle an idea or two loose. “Mmm, arson is a real fun one,” he said, grinning broadly at the young woman in front of him. “Although, ya know, I’ve always thought it was seasonal. It’s starting to get too muggy out to really enjoy a good burning building. Maybe a bank robbery, that’s a gas. And banks…” He tapped his temple again, grinning at her once more. “They got air conditioning.”

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     Damian looked toward the ceiling, inhaling a deep breath which he held for a moment before releasing it in a heavy sigh. “Right. The cursed sandwich” he nodded, as if he could ever forget. Jerome was walking and talking proof that doing the right thing wasn’t always for the best. That being said, he did find that he missed the annoying redhead when he wasn’t around. Damian supposed that in that sense he could be considered an associate at the very least. “You have pet rats?” Damian rose a brow. “Have you ever considered taking all of that energy and putting into something productive?”

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Jerome grinned widely at him. “You know what they say about strays,” he said, reaching out to poke Damian’s cheek, right where a dimple may possibly appear if he smiled. “If you feed ‘em, they’re gonna stick around.” He threw his arms wide and grinned at Damian again. “And here I am!” He nodded. “Yep,” he said. “I named one of ‘em Batman. I know, I know, you’d think I’d go with Ratman, but that’s the obvious choice. Plus I bet he scurries around like a rat, cause he sure disappears in the blink of an eye like a rat crawling back underground.” He thought about Damian’s words, frowning a little. “No,” he said. “Like what?”

Lisa couldn’t help but be filled with a combination of amusement and, well, a disturbed feeling about the man in front of her. That laugh, wow, now that reminded her of something that brings an amused smirk to her lips. “I suppose you could say that.” She says in response to her casual teleportation. Smirking in a little more alluring way while giving a soft roll of her left shoulder. “A girl can hope. Though I suppose there is no denying that hope failed this time. Though I can still keep my secrets a mystery. What fun would it be to know right away?” A soft laugh of irony emerges past her lips. “Well, I am rather magical and I’m sure plenty of people have called me a witch… just not for that reason.” Lisa pauses as well when he describes his living situation and immediately has yet another remembrance that causes her to show amusement. “I prefer above ground myself. Though I am with you on the secluded and roomy part.” After a brief pause Lisa continues to speak. “Don’t take this offensively, but… so far you seem to be the perfect red headed love child of Rumpletilskinz and IT. At least based on that laugh and your housing preferences.” 

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Jerome grinned at her. “Aw,” he said. “It’s cute ya think hope is still a thing. Everybody who’s anybody knows that it’s just for schmucks.” He pursed his lips thoughtfully as she went on, shrugging his shoulders. “Eh, I guess,” he said. “Kind of like a puzzle that way, huh? My brother likes puzzles. Or at least he likes mazes. Close enough.” He giggled as Lisa spoke and shrugged his shoulders. “Aw, well, you know,” he said, and shrugged, spreading his hands helplessly. “Men. For some reason people keep putting us in power even though we’re really shitty about it. Men kinda don’t like it when things are different, especially women.” He giggled and shrugged. “Total buzzkill, ain’t it? No fun at all.” He grinned as she spoke. “Pennywise, you mean? Yeah, I get that a lot. Rumplestiltskin is new, though.” Jerome laughed, looking over at her. “The name’s Jerome, by the way,” he said. “Jerome Valeska.”

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     “What little patience I hold for you halves at this hour in the morning, you know” Damian grumbled, rolling his eyes at Jerome’s smart remark. It didn’t seem to matter what Damian said, the redhead could always find a way to twist it back at him somehow. It was a quality that the youngest Wayne had come to find particularly irksome in the other. “I’m not your buddy” he scowled, listening to him anyways. “Ugh, you’re the worst. Does Zatanna know you’re here?” he asked. Although, he doubted it would have made a difference either way. Zatanna had always encouraged the liking that Jerome had taken to him, much to Damian’s dismay. “I do, but I’d also really like to enjoy my pancakes in peace”

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Jerome just smiled at him, clearly unrepentant. Which obviously wasn’t surprising -- he supposed that he’d never really repented for anything in his life. “Yuh-huh, yes, you are,” Jerome said, his grin only widening. “You gave me half your sandwich and now you’re stuck with me. That’s how it works, chum.” He shrugged. “Not yet,” he said. “She’s gonna try to get me to live in the house, and I don’t wanna do that. There are so many rules. No murder, no mugging, no looting, no nothing. It’s no fun at all.” He paused, considering. “Well, I guess hot showers are nice. And food. And there aren’t any rats. Although they’re not so bad, you know. I named some of them.”

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Zatanna frowned looking at the other. It had been sometime since she heard them talking so low. She walked over, placing a hand on their back lightly. ❛ I have a feeling that if there’s something you want badly enough, nothing will stop you. ❜ she tried to encourage them. “As long as it’s legal alright?” 

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Jerome frowned slightly. He hadn’t really thought about it being legal. That definitely wasn’t his style and never had been. But Zatanna had always thought better of him, more than he deserved. “I don’t even know who to ask,” he grumbled. “So it’s not like I could break their fingers or put out an eye or anything.” He was trying to find his brother but wasn’t sure how. Jeremiah was very good at hiding. He looked up at Zee. “I mean, not that I would.” A lie.

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Ever since Lenny’s passing and the emergence of her powers, Lisa had avoided attention the best she could. Though, one day while speeding along the road on her bike; she spots a small child run out into the street. A large moving truck turns the corner heading strait for the child. Without hesitation Lisa increases her speed, racing past the child and strait towards the on-coming truck. At the last possible second Lisa teleports off of her bike to the child, cradling the child in her arms as she rushes to the sidewalk. The sound of her bike being mutilated by the truck causes Lisa to scrunch her eyes tightly, making sure the child was protected from the debris. Once the truck comes to a halt Lisa releases the child, watching them return to their parents. Not wanting to even see what was left of her bike, Lisa stands up and begins to walk away when she hears a voice behind her. She produces a heavy yet silent sigh before she turns around to face the other, speaking in a highly fem fatale tone with a matching smirk. “Feel free to ignore that.” 

@assemblestarter

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Jerome raised his eyebrows, a high-pitched giggle falling from his lips. “And people say I’m crazy!” he said, another shrill laugh escaping from him. “I mean — I’m not saying they’re wrong, but — !” He waved his hand impatiently, as though to scatter his own words. “Not the point, not the point. You really mean to tell me that you just casually—“ He made a popping noise with his lips. “From here to there, and saved little Billy or Susie—“ Honestly he hadn’t been paying that much attention to the kid. He liked kids and all, but teleportation definitely took the cake in terms of his interest. “And you really think I’m just gonna ignore that? Uh-uh, sister, I don’t think so. How the hell did you do that?” He thought of Zee. “Are you a magician or something? I have a friend who can do that.” He paused. “I should probably tell her I’m back. But she’ll make me live in the house, I bet. Living in the sewer isn’t so bad, ya know. Roomy.”

“No, it’s not something I make a habit of.” Morgan admitted, grimacing at the question. It was born out of concern, she knew, That being acknowledged, she didn’t like to be pointed on her bad nasty habits. “It’s just been a tough week is all.” / @assemblestarter​​

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Jerome shrugged. “Ya know, if you’re stressed, I recommend a little felony or two,” he said casually. “You get your blood pumping, you piss off the police, and you drastically reduce your risk of lung cancer or emphysema.” He paused, thinking about it. “I mean, the downside is that it’s illegal, but you know. Trifles.”

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     “Get back, fiend! Unless you wish to taste my blade!” Damian threatened, something that might have been more normal had he been pursuing a criminal and not protecting the stack of blueberry and cinnamon pancakes that Alfred had prepared for him. “If you were hungry then you should have said something while Alfred was still cooking but alas, now you must perish. How sad”

@assemblestarter​ 

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Jerome gasped, putting his free hand to his chest as though to calm his racing heart. “And you didn’t even use our safe word,” he said in melodramatic tones of scandal. The other hand was still reaching toward the plate despite Damian’s warning. “Now, listen, buddy,” he said, pausing to give Damian a long look to make sure that he was, in fact, listening. “You and I both know violent threats just get me frisky.” He wiggled his fingers and grinned broadly at Damian. “Come on, ya know you wanna nick me at least a little bit!”

here is a kitten for your trouble

[ ‟ What’s it doing? ” /// @shadowshxwman  ]

          shaun tilted his head, studying the person in the alley “uh… i think they might be high or they just left arkham.” he leaned against the car he had just parked “maybe they thing they’re trying to fight someone?”

Jerome tilted his head, studying the person in front of them. “Mmm, I don’t think they’re Arkham,” he said, with a certain authority. “They don’t have that, uh, mangy look in their eyes, ya know?” He squinted. “Are they dancing?”

Shit I Heard At College Starters!

Taken from things that I have heard around campus within the last semester. Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“I know. I’ve seen the tweets.”

“I’m already a pain in the ass. I didn’t want to be a bigger pain in the ass.”

“I just saw the spinning wheels of an invisible entity.”

“This taffy don’t feel laughy.”

“R.L Stone is probably in purgatory, oh god!”

“I didn’t have any trauma, so I have to make my own.”

“I met a stripper, her name’s Coco, we bonded.”

“The one thing that got me sober: Child death.”

“Can you bring a raccoon back? I want a pet.”

“If you see a guy who’s way too happy to be sober. Don’t worry, he’s definitely sober. He’s a good kid.”

“I’m here to wreck your home. Your kitchen? Gone. Family room? Gone.”

“See, I respect crazy but only if it’s done correctly.”

“Biologically? They’re twenty-five, but spiritually they are eight thousand.”

“Oh my god, I am a switch. You don’t have to keep bringing it up.”

“How fucking dare you imply it’s the gay one? I would never disrespect it with heteronormative sex.”

“Cover your ears. I don’t want you to hear the gay.”

“We don’t know that those slushies didn’t have vodka in it!”

“Maybe you should put on your toe-toe socks while you’re wearing your little fancy shoes.”

“ *random seal noises while clapping* “

“Oh, you’re really drawing. Okay, Papa Ross.”

“I got roasted last time, so I’m just listening to other people now.”

“Diagnosis me, Babey!”

“Can’t be anxious if you befriend everyone in the classroom.”

“She confessed her overwhelming love for me and then stabbed me with a violin bow. She stabbed me because I rejected her.”

“Have a good walk home! Hopefully, nobody follows you.”

“What makes me unique is that I crack my body every time that I move.”

“I evaluate your taste in music and then base your letter grade on it.”

“I’m sure it will be a good memory, but it’s still too fresh right now.”

“He’s smart but not, like, school smart.”

“We need to get you off the cocaine, mister. This is not good, these drugs, I tell ya.”

“I need to make sure to take a shit before classes.”

“Hi, king! Stay toxic!”

“Oh, these titties? Why yes they’re all-natural.”

“Is this reminiscent of the fact that you haven’t felt love in ten years?”

“I don’t need to eat water anyway.”

“I like how we’re just sitting here, calmly doing our homework while brutal murder plays on our television.”

“That can only exist on an album cover for Mumford and Sons and nothing else.”

“We did not have sex with (Name), this comes more from word of mouth.”

“He says it’s because I cripple my family.”

“Wholesome, but make it sexy.”

“He protecc, but he doesn’t attac. He has anxiety.”

“I don’t study dicks!”

“I got called an alcoholic baby.”

“The Lord giveth, and he gives us alcohol in celebration.”

“Just bash his head in, babe.”

“Homie, we’re all gay. Do you see all the flannels and cardigans?”

“It was hotter than a witch’s tit in there.”

“Mistake number one of true crime. Be a happy and normal family.”

“If you ever get down on yourself for not being accepted by anything, know that you’re accepted by this.”

“I’ll force you to socialize for seven hours with no breaks. You’d be dead on the spot.”

“I’m stressed, but we’re vibing, I guess.”

“Remember, if you don’t set up any goals, you can’t not reach them.”

“Naked and afraid in a Target bathroom.”

“I can’t believe you keep pulling your cock out while playing Clue.”

“Don’t you remember when you first came in and went, “you’re no longer gay?”

“You just need to give yourself the grace of being shitty.”

“Everyone’s sick right now, so they’re calling it the Frat Flu.”

“Because that’s what we want, our son staring at his mother’s titties.”

“A girl at work showed me a picture of her boyfriend and, without thinking, I went ‘aw! Charity work!”

“Don’t you start with me, Christian Samantha.”

“Pussygetter3000. My first Gmail account.”

“Everybody loves grandma.”

“Yeah, I was a terrible child.”

“Did you just say crying sesh?”

“How are we doing over here, guys? A little dead on the inside?”

“Virgin Mary, but make it STD.”

“The biggest fuck you — Our religious trauma inviting us to a chapel.”

“I once had a dream that I fucked my grandma.”

“If it’s not at least a little bit criminally illegal, we don’t want it.”

“Do you think that if I hugged my computer hard enough, it’ll transfer the information to it?”

“I wanna draw her like one of my French girls.”

“Grandpa died in me.”

“My brother is being shady. He’s being nice to me.”

“A stranger asked: Male or female? I said MF. Motherfucker.”

“I look eye so hard.”

“Not everyone has the same feeling in the butt.”

“I can’t have my happiness rely on anyone, much less a 21-year-old white man.”

“That seems awfully suspicious that a grown man is showing you his cockpit.”

“Sometimes… My mind is a prison.”

“This can also go the other way. I can also psychologically damage.”

“It’s just going to get harder. I don’t know why I’m assuming that this is the worst.”

“If you’re sad and you know it, clap your hands.” *clap, clap*

“Mother of Propaganda.”

“Goodnight. I hope you have night terrors.”

“I never met someone who could make a stomach ache a personality trait.”

“(Name) is my permanent bed buddy.”

“Straight out of Mr. Starbucks himself, she’ll drink his pee.”

“Bitch, it’s not a hoe phase. You’re just sad, and a slut.”

“Wow, I didn’t know Pixar did Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

“I am not feared enough in my lifetime, so I shall be feared in my afterlife.”

“Existence is pain.”

“They absolutely destroyed me. I am no longer in one piece down there.”

“You were also once a crying, screaming mucus.”

“Police? They’re here for you.”

“Wow, you’re just an evil slut.”

“POV: I’m breaking into your apartment.”

“Yeah. Eighteen minutes of unconsciousness.”

“I know. I’m not dead. Just on the inside.”

“Zero dollars is acceptable, but more than zero dollars is greatly appreciated.”

“He is, uh, an incest baby.“

“I’m helping our child commit his first kill!”

“I like beating (Name).”

“I’m sorry. I’m still dying.”

“Hi. I’m Mommy, nice to meet you.”

“Huh. That’s interesting — That doesn’t look very wholesome.”

“Just because I’m dreary doesn’t mean the weather needs to be dreary.”

“He cries every night because he can’t be Mistletoe Daddy.”

“You’re gonna shoot him with a gun?!”

“She said that she would shoot him, put the gun in the hole and push it until it’s in there.”

“Similar to Pitbull, “Already been there, done that.”

“No idea. Because I have no perception of time.”

“It’s fun to mess with (Name) because you mess with them, and they just sort of buffer.”

“You’re nerds (derogatory).”

“Once, we were playing Uno, and it was not looking good for him, so he goes, “This has to be a race thing.”

“No. I cannot be responsible for another living thing.”

“The Vietnam war could have been an email.”

“I like the idea of maybe falling to my death.”

“Is it when I sell my toe pics, and they don’t tax me?”

“A bridge. Throw yourself.”

“Grandmommy? Grandmommy.”

“If she doesn’t bust her hip during sex, she’s too young for me.”

“Didn’t get a birthday card in the mail this morning. I’m a little hurt. But it’s okay.”

“What do you think Mickey Mouse sounds like when he’s getting pegged?”

“I laughed so hard that I grew abs.”

“Another day, another painkiller.”

“I’m desensitized to people being mad at me, so I’m like fuck it!”

“I’m more than just… A nine-year-old’s body.”

“Coochie out on a Tuesday afternoon.”

“I spill water, I spill alcoholic beverages, and I’m going to spill myself.”

“Hated a strong word. I highly dislike her person.”

“At least I’m better than Ted Bundy.”

“We will allow incest on this occasion.”

“It was extremely mildly uncomfortable.”

“You just want to get laid out by a female so bad.”

“I want to kick him into the sewer, starve him of water and watch him cripple away.”

“Someone asked if they were Christmas tears.”

“Okay. I’m just going to go drink water and pray for attention.”

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Rose looked at the other nodding her head “I tend not to conform to society’s sense of normal so I’ll always appreciate your unique style as you say.” She mused looking at the other for a moment before smirking “Now both of you are here within this wonderful little city to cause all kinds of chaos.” He mused looking at the other as he pouted before shrugging “That does sound nice, please the color of Christmas is Red.” 

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Jerome gave a little giggle as she spoke. “There aren’t a lot of people like us,” he said, with a sigh. Then he thought about this for a moment. “Well -- there are here, I guess, but this is kinda a skewed sample, ya know?” He grinned broadly. “That’s true!” he declared. “I’m just being festive, that’s all. I always really loved Christmas. All bright and flashy, reminds me of the circus.”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about me darling. If I get back to bed that means I can’t spend time with my favorite boy. ” Zatanna shook her head. She was used to taking care of everyone else. Her smile dropped a bit and she nodded sadly. She understood. He needed time. Rome wasn’t built in a day after all. “You’ve been taking care of yourself? Eating. showering.” she asked a motherly tone in her voice.

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Jerome looked around for a moment, genuinely trying to ascertain if there was someone else in the room, before he realized who Zee was talking about. “Oh, me!” he said, grinning, rather pleased with himself. He paused. “Well--” He hadn’t been doing much of either one of those things, showering least of all. And then he brightened. “Jeremiah found me,” he said. “He said Ecco would find me an apartment.” Another pause. “It’s probably gonna be a dog crate.”

Garth surfaced near the Gotham’s pier, trying to shake the water out of his hair as he walked onto shore. This ‘rising from the depths’ thing was always awkward, always included him trying to play it cool while walking out of the ocean, and never managed to look good. He shook his arms, knowing it was a matter of time before he was dry again, but just hating the feeling of whatever residual Gotham grime coated his body. Garth made a face as he looked up, making eye contact with someone on the rocky shore. 

“Just going for a light swim. In the middle of the night. No big deal.” He said with an easy smile.

@fallengothamstarters​

Jerome 100%, absolutely had not been dumping a body into the river, and if asked about his activities that night, he had an alibi ready. His alibi was basically to give whoever asked him any questions some kind of head injury to damage their credibility. That counted as an alibi, didn’t it? He was walking back up the shore from the dump site when the guy just popped up out of the water. Jerome took a step back, staring at him in some alarm -- as far as he knew, the only people who ended up in the Gotham Harbor water were already dead. Did they have some kind of zombie apocalypse on their hands? And then the guy actually spoke to him, so he figured he couldn’t be a zombie.

“Uh-huh,” he said, grinning at him. “And I’m just going for a nice nighttime stroll. Totally no criminal activity going on here whatsoever. It’s just a nice, frigid night.”