#gothamstarters

“so we didn’t reschedule all the Halloween parties? we just cancelled them? where’s the spirit in that? Do you know how long it took me to get my hair this perfect for this costume? I’m Aaliyah, and before you ask yes  I got her permission to be her for Halloween. she was honored at the tribute.” Maxine ranted when she realized she was the only one dressed up. “you guys are more dead than the ....dead. I know. Come on let’s get you in a costume. Who cares if it’s November?” @fallengothamstarters​ 

*･☠˙˖✧ — it’s been a long night and jason feels his eyelids getting heavier. chasing criminals, shooting clowns, the flashbacks and nightmares ... he’s barely sleeping. bloody fingers tug at his hair in frustration and he lets out a grunt. “i need coffee or adderall.” his statement is spoken into the silence around him, but he knows someone is nearby and can hear him. friend or foe, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t care. hopefully it’s a friendly face though. 

Lee looked around, trying to see through the green mist of Joker gas. Her hand was pressed against her upper thigh, where she’d been stabbed by one of the masked goons. The pain made her exhale a shaky breath she’d been holding, and she took a step forward. It was bad idea, and as a doctor, she knew that. But the pained scream she let out confirmed it. Leaning against the wall, she started to give up hope. Her people were terrified and running for their lives, her clinic was already being raided, and now all she could do was stand there and watch. Everything she’d worked so hard for was collapsing around her -- she wasn’t strong enough to fight back. Both physically, and emotionally. She could make out a vague figure in the mist coming towards her, and she closed her eyes. “If you’re going to rob me, I have nothing worth taking,” she said, hiding her left hand behind her back. “If you’re going to kill me, please make it quick.”

*･✶˙˖✧ — his hand moves quicker than the human mind can comprehend, catching the passerby’s cellphone. “walking and texting is a huge hazard.” he laughs so they know he’s joking. “here you go.” tommy gives them the phone, accompanied by a cheeky smile. he’s happy he’s done something good because his morning was going pretty badly until now. he’d dropped his cream cheese bagel on the floor which was quickly licked clean by his pet cat, maximo. talk about a good mood killer. his stomach grumbles and he frowns. “i need a stack of pancakes and a bowl of noodles. i bet gotham doesn’t have anywhere that does those anymore, right?”