#notefinal

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Credence almost has the creature safe and secure in his pocket when he appears in his line of vision. The niffler gets away from his hands, settling for a weak attempt at taking the button of his jeans with it as it slides down to the ground, IT'S SOMEHOW ALL WORTH IT. The wave Credence offers Dodge is weak, practised meticulously under the cover of safety of the barn loft ; it still feels all wrong.

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜  / jerome

"-Am I going to get in trouble for doing so?"

A broq quirks up at his words, shifting her stance as guard swiftly rises in their presence. It's dark, the sun having set quite a while ago, and she had simply been out just to obtain some more supplies - simple things obtained at a local store; bandages, minor medications.

"You shouldn't be either."

She'd been thinking about it for, well, days. Longer than that, really, but it had gone from fleeting thoughts to daydreams the more time she'd spent with him, and while she'd never really been all that impulsive, she was fairly confident he felt the same.

edward closed the door behind him. no one ever checked the cameras of that room, despite withholding quite a large amount of valuables. evidence items kept in storage were taken for granted once a case was close, and the curious forensic when he had nothing else to work on tended to sneak into that room they were now together in.

"likewise. so you could say we both have as much blackmailing information on each other." if that was the man's worry, at least. edward had no reason to rat him out, but he was curious...

he's acting casual, walking across the room to get to a specific cabinet, pulling out a folder and looking through the pages and photographs in there. "i imagine you're here because of the wayne case?" whatever he was looking at was irrelevant, he just wanted to look like he was there with actual purpose.

"were you sent here to look for the pearls?"

For a moment, she looks legitimately chastened. Draws back, brows furrowing over too-familiar eyes. It's quickly chased away by amusement. Something closer to her normal self-possessed mien. Still, she inclines her head. Slight, but clear.

He may not be of Gotham, originally, but that's only more reason for him to have earned her respect.

"...I find that hard to believe."

No one has ever really accused Robin of being an optimist. But she has her moments. Looking over the skyline, she keeps her voice carefree. Playful. Last thing she wants is to come across as condescending.

“ Is that what we’ve been doing? ” Her voice is hoarse from the screaming, or maybe it’s from the lack of use. It had been a while since anyone entered her little prison cell, maybe they had gotten bored with the torture. Looking down she sees a tube attached to her arm, they had switched to feeding her with IVs instead of using solid food, and it’s not because she had gone on a hunger strike or wanted to make herself into a martyr. But the food they gave her was laced with something and had made her hallucinate, which was bad enough, but the nausea afterward only made her puke everything out.

And that wasn't really what they wanted from her, of course, what they had wanted from her was what they had wanted from Peeta, unlike him, oddly enough Johanna wasn’t really in the mood to play along. Their hatred and torture were simple enough to endure, terrifying and beyond painful obviously, but still, even President Snow knew that she wouldn’t smile and wave for the cameras, she had made that known even before the last games started and they were thrown into yet another game where they had to kill to survive.

“ You came to visit, I am grateful. Or maybe you came to watch? Want to see it in person? Maybe you want to take part? I’d advise you not to come too close, I just might bite. ”