#drhfgordon

Hello all, my name's Jake. I used to run the blogs known as Drrbbanner, Cptsteverogers, Gothamisntbeyondsaving, Let-Gotham-Die, and a few others.

Yesterday I deleted every single one of my RP blogs because I literally can't do it anymore. I put myself out on an extremely vulnerable limb in real life and it was tossed back in my face, it was then I decided that it was time to truly move on from where I am in life right now.

As much as I loved writing with all of you, sometimes you really do have to do a clean cut from everything in order to truly start anew.

I'm sorry for all of the threads I dropped or all the followers who only just found out about me and wanted to RP

But I need this time to heal, and the only way I can do that is to stay as far away as possible from social media.

Tagging friends to help spread the word at least, you all deserve at least some explanation.

((If I were a rich man…oh wait I am SUCK IT GOTHAM))

((Any active Nolany Fiddlers still around? There were a few that used him…))

((wat are you even but your tags are truth so???))

drhfgordon

Fight:I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

He had to give her credit. She was tenacious.

Especially after the baton lessons he'd given her. Gunshots were sure to attract Bane's men, and most looters didn't deserve a serious wound, anyway.

Most of them did, however, deserve a broken nose. Maybe even a severe contusion or two. She was very good at dishing those out.

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The Asylum: One of our characters has been deemed “mad", and the other is the assigned Physician to cure them of this madness.

"Doctor."

Looking over his steepled hands, John appraised her, just as he had every time she walked through his cell door since the beginning of his incarceration. To her credit, she jumped a little less then usual. She was either getting better at hiding her fear, or he had lost his touch.

She sat across from him. He must have lost his touch. This was much closer than usual, indeed, especially since the incident.

He clapped his hands together swiftly. Now she jumped properly.

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Join Me:I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

Coming down to the precinct of his own volition was an entirely new experience for John, but Dr. Quinzel had made it easier every week. He’d never freely admit it, but the court ordered therapy had helped. Maybe. Just a little.

He was thankful to find her in her office. Traipsing through the station all day would have been asking for trouble.

Their conversation was brief. The smiles and laughter shared was genuine, oddly enough, for both of them. The tickets he'd came in with were left on her desk.