#crownofbriars

crownofbriars

He had stopped believing that he didn’t have a say in his own path in life a long time ago. He stopped believing that the moment he left the military and their dutiful ways that left him fulfilled until he got on a plane, a bus, another bus and somewhere between the hours of dusk and deep night, he felt a vacancy he couldn’t describe.

He was empty, which meant he had to fill that space with something. He would return home, he would go through the necessary training to become an officer of the law and he would do his best for the city that would always be his home.

He remembered vowing on the dawn.

However, he didn’t believe that this latest assignment had anything whatsoever to do with the good of the city.

“I need to be here,” he protested, “and not baby-sitting an heiress.”

To which he was casually shot-down and he was right back to feeling like a child that had been scolded for speaking his mind and on the drive  to the estate that would more or less, be his place of work for an intermittent period of time, he felt that oblivion gnaw at the base of his stomach, clawing its way upwards as if in the attempt to digest his bones, his heart.

He felt itchy with disappointment the moment he left the safety of the car, for the black cloud of Gotham seemed far away in this world drenched in sunlight, trees, and a house bigger than his small apartment times twenty.

Jim walked from the car, thanked the driver, and rang the doorbell, his stomach a mixture of nerves and an unshakable resentment.

He didn’t want to be here, but he didn’t want it to show – however, he didn’t have the gift of putting on airs and so, he knew his face was twisted with malcontent.

crownofbriars

She knew she’d enjoy these sort of outings if they were without motive, if there weren’t wolves watching from the shadows at her every movement. Her dress felt too tight, there were too many eyes on her skin, there was attention she didn’t ask for when it came to gatherings like this.

It was necessary, it was a work thing, and it was important and so, she took her discomfort and made it a treasure that needed to be buried in the sands behind her bones and skull, far from any prying eyes.

This event was being held to welcome a prominent family into Gotham and, if you’d told Jay this a week ago, she’d be indifferent to another wealthy family with a dynasty behind them entering the world of Gotham, with its smog and its twisted loyalties and the disease that was as prominent as her beating heart.

But this was a week later, a week when a killer who claimed to be infected with the Spirit of the Goat was killing off Gotham’s eldest children from prominent families and the child who arrived with the family was the only child, a woman, and a very likely target.

After the necessary introductions which included a speech from the mayor, a toast and the beginning to the evening’s entertainment, Jay would approach the family but for now, she had to remain in the background, observing as all eyes observed her.

Omg on a scale of 1-HULK how upset would he be

*PETS* IT OKAY WE'L MAKE IT BETTER (or worse we tend to do both)

THE RP GROUP AND THE NOVEL DO BOTH BOTH IS GOOD

YAS