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@fearfascinated 
                                    (  ASSISTANCE. )
             `                    "   soooooooo   you  visit   my   dear   old   friend   eddiekins,   hm?          I'm   assuming   he   was  sick    as   a   stranded dog? "             the    madman    mouths      with    searching   gaze.  "  hahaha!    i   came    over   here   to  see   you. .    the least   you  could   do  is   not    be   sick,   straw  face.   "        of    course      the  joker   knows   he  can't   reverse  his     sickness,   but  even    so   this   isn't   what   he  anticipated. " the  last    thing   y'need   is  quiet  honey.    you   look  a   mess.   how   would   you   ever   make   that  lovely  gas   of   yours?     I   think   i  might  feel   a  tad   bad   for   ya! "  he   couches    to   a     better  level  to  see   the   other  better.    " just  the   regular  old   social  call,    scary  "   he   grins.   " want   some  help  until   y'get  better?   ' cause    i  know   wonderful,  wonderful    remedies   to  get   cha  back   on   your   feet  " 

// ; ** to see edward

@LAUGHTTER 
            " yeah, well, i visited a hospital recently to visit edward... so that's probably where i got it from. this god damn cough has kept me up all night for the last couple of days. " the annoyance in jonathan's tone is clear as he ducked his head into his elbow to cough several times. he wasn't in his usual hideout, which was his parent's old farmhouse. instead, he was in an abandoned library, complete with a second floor and books lining the walls. the telltale glean of sweat could be seen on his face in the light streaming through the windows — and the circles under his eyes were so dark, they looked red. jonathan merely waved a hand at him and resting his head in his palm out of exhaustion. " no, i don't want soup. i just need quiet right now... i've literally taken all manners of fever medicine under the sun, and i still feel awful. " he coughed once more into his elbow, " ahh, how... / nice / of you. so did you come here to contract whatever illness i have, or is there a deeper point to this visit than just a social call? " 

// ; and ahh... just to clear things up, i mean to say that since it's still early, that i'm going to get back to bed. so that's why i'm going to have to drop it later (,: 

@wackyjokes 
            // ; okay,, i just wanted to double-check with you as to whether you'd think it'd be better to start a new rp because of your joker's reset — so, thank you for replying to this so quickly! but yeah... i mean, i'll probably keep this rp around for a while longer until i do spring cleaning on this acc again, but of course i'd be up for that! i'd love to drop something on your board ((: and ahh, okay. well, i will have to drop it a little later since it's still early where i am, but i promise you that i'll drop something — okay? ily, and i hope you're sleeping well / you slept well <33 

/     you know drop something if you want..

@fearfascinated 
                                            it's late,   why are you ..   '   ed huffs slightly,   stepping aside and shutting the door behind the other.   he locks it.   whips around to retrieve an emergency kit.   '   what happened?   why this late at night,   and,   why'd you come here of all places?
            
            '   no worries <3

@enygmad 
            // ; AHH i'm so sorry for how late this is!! 
            
            after waiting on the other's doorstep for what felt like forever, jonathan was in even more of a hurry than before -- as he was prepared to push the other out of the way if he needed to just to have someplace (semi) safe to hide. jon held one of his hands over what looked to be a wound on his shoulder that was bleeding quite heavily; and in between breaths, he said, " edward -- look, i know we're not exactly friends, but i need you to do me a favor. let me in. i've gotten into some trouble, and if you do this for me, i promise i'll do something in return for you. i just... need to get in, / now / . " 

@chaosjokerr
            // ; ahh -- well, thank you (: i'm so glad that you like the idea! but OOH, really?! you know... it's never too late to get one. i just think that you might want to do some research on where you'd like to put it, as different spots on your body may hurt more, like on your joints / bones. but i've always wanted a tattoo as well haha 

@fearfascinated 
            /      i   think   it'd   be  actually   pretty  cool.   i  always wanted   a  tattoo,   but i  was too  afraid.  Lol 

// ; anyways, though -- replies and drops will be coming either later today or later this week! i can't say for certain rn, because i have final exams coming up

@fearfascinated   ⟡   in poetic cadence, the catgirl moves with a dancer's grace, her baton held in hand as she glides in a slow, rhythmic pace. a blood-soaked weapon spoke of haste; perhaps she exceeded her own stride in confronting the criminal mastermind. her eyes sparkled with vitality, a gleam that whispered of her truest existence, harboring a latent peril that should have instilled fear in every heart. yet, to the rogue's gaze, it held a captivating allure, a mysterious fascination that danced in the shadows. silent breaths embraced her, a wordless inhale, pacing to and fro in rhythmic echoes, an unspoken ballet. maybe his words held a fragment of truth—within the impervious clasp of the mask, cherishing the enduring cat legacy with a fierce devotion. she frequently wondered if her mother ever felt this alive when she wore the mask. a shiver traced her spine as he effortlessly sensed her thrill. it was never meant to be about this—the surge of adrenaline. it began as a quest for vengeance and justice, and it transformed into something entirely different. “can you not imagine someone seeking retribution, making you and your little friends pay for the peril you bring to our city? is that so hard to conceptualize?”
            
            / i’m so so glad you liked it! it’s no worries how late the response was sent! i take my time getting to replies as well, so don’t feel pressured at all!

@heartsoirs 
            jonathan could tell that there was something wrong with his head as he got up. it was throbbing at a constant speed, like a drum, and his legs could barely support his weight. a nasty concussion; that is what the scarecrow was thinking she'd inflicted upon him. the copious amount of blood that he found on his hand after pressing it to the back of his head only confirmed that for him, really. a strained breath left his mouth as he stood facing the other; the car behind him serving as leverage for him to get up. he managed to chuckle incredulously through the pain while he grabbed the scythe that was near him, " oh, please. keep on telling yourself that... i know that this isn't about making an example out of me, and deep down, i think you know it too. you just / adore / the power that that mask is able to give you over other's -- don't you? " 
            
            // ; ahh, it's all good! i actually LOVED this one-liner, so i promise you that i don't mind it at all, and there's no need to change it (: i'm sorry that this is late however. my muse has kind of been up and down for him, but i have some now!! 

/ a little bit unhinged catgirl!! hope you don’t mind! i could always send another < 3

@fearfascinated 
            `          " oooooh   my   that   does    sounds    delicious.    who   knew   scarecrow's   could   cook,  hm?  "     he  wavers  his  head to   each    side    with  a  lopsided  smile  cherishing  his  nude    lips.            "   i   personally   thought    you  just  hang  on   a  stick  all    day,   and  catch  whatever  flies   in   your  mouth  "     joker   simpers   softly   behind  his   hands.    the    madman     brows    furrowed       in    what  seems  to  be  confusion  ,   before   he    crosses   his  arms  over  his chest ,     sticking  his   chin   in  the  air.    "   why?   i   do  love to  be  insulted.    "    something      quick     flashes  across    his face.   sadness?    maybe   even   pain?  " most  of  the  times.  "  he  admitted   earnestly    /      pale     green   hues    glances    around,  before  he  looks  back   at  the  other.   "  this  place   is  a  dump.  hehehe.   oppsie  my  bad"     the   joker gladly      sticks   his   feet  on  the  table,  wiggling   his   toes.      "   oh  scary   ,  scary  i      tell   you   I  learned  my  lesson.   i  want  ever   be  bare feet  again ,   while  I'm  repeatedly  stabbing  someone  with  a  broken   glass  bottle.  "     he  beams   up  at  him   when   he  offers   help   to   only  nod   his   head  afterwards.    " do  i   get  pie?     too?   'cause  i  am   hungry?   and   i  am  behaving ,  aren't  i?  "    he  gives     a     subtle   jeering     grin.      " don't   go  easy   on  me  sugar  make   it    hurt   like   a   bitch  "
            
            /    oh,   well I  mean  it's  fine.   Lol    omggggg   really  that's  the  reason  he  let  him  in?    why  is that so  funny though?    the  joker  just  sitting  &   has  no  idea. Lmaooooo   true,     but  the  joker is  tying to irritate  him  a  little,  because  he  was just  jumping  on his feet. Lol  

// ; ahh -- that's true. victor's really just trying to cure his wife, which makes him kind of a sympathetic character, tbh. i think i might've forgotten about him for a second there LMAO my bad,,  but yeahhh. jon was just like, ' oh, so you came here because you're in emotional pain? okay... cool. i guess i could let you stay because it's satisfying to see someone who's caused so much pain to other's finally struggle himself ' JSJSJJ though that shit does hurt, so i can't blame the joker for being a little bit mad about that (,,: 

@chaosjokerr 
            scarecrow gnawed on his bottom lip, trying to analyze the other's expression for any signs of hidden hostility or anger. but for once, he surprisingly found that the joker probably felt just as he presented himself on the outside: happy. jonathan found himself reflecting back on where he got this recipe from for a moment but quickly dismissed the thought. you let someone like the joker see even an ounce of weakness, he thought, and he'd jump all over it, " it's shepherd's pie. you know, with mashed potatoes, ground beef, vegetables -- the works. " scarecrow kept his face especially neutral while the other said thing's like ' i should have come to you earlier ' and ' i secretly love it. '  he wasn't trying to get his approval, after all. it just kind of happened, " yes, you just did right now. but do you always enjoy being insulted? " it was a relatively simple question, though one that jon used as a way to segway into talking about how hurt he'd originally looked when he first showed up to his home, as he gave the other an unamused look before sighing lightly. jonathan had nothing to say to what the other announced to him next, but a barely audible snort. he pulled out the pie in the oven with a mitt just as soon as the other sat down and put it down as gently as possible on the top; though, the joker was beginning to frustrate him. jon collected a tweezer from his nearby lab supplies and walked back to the living room, taking the towel back only to spread it out on the table in front of him. he motioned for him to put his foot there then, " then you should have prefaced with that, joker. i've got something to remove them. can you reach them, or do you need my help? " 

@chaosjokerr 
            // ; alright! coolll, i'll probably leave a short starter, then!! 

@fearfascinated 
            /   i   don't  mind  either.   if  can  be a  one liner  or  a  short  starter?

@chaosjokerr 
            // ; okay! yeah, i can totally drop something on your mb if you'd like me to do so (: and ahh. well, i appreciate your understanding, as per usual <33 do you have any preference as to whether you'd want a one-liner or a short starter? 

Edward was definitely curious about it, but to him it made sense to be. Especially with how the fear toxin is, "I see. The Batman always seems to figure out how to ruin things by making antidotes, and other tools to try and beat us. I wouldn't like it either, especially since the toxin seems like it takes a lot of work with getting ingredients." To him it felt like Batman had everything to fight back, how is that even possible for someone to have that many tools on them? Plus how where does he even hide them!? "Not yet, I am hoping to get to planning something soon. But I'll have to get lots of equipment since most of mine was destroyed." Edward explained, a majority of the important equipment he had been ruined by people who work for the bat, it was from a puzzle he was working on. "Do you need any help with getting that? At least in case /someone/ tries to intrude on your plan."
            
            ?/sorry for the late response, I wasn't feeling motivated yesterday

@RIDDLEMETH1SBATMAN 
            having just gotten out of the lab, jonathan turned his attention from scrubbing his hands to edward. was he just asking him this out of mere curiosity or something else ? either way, an eyebrow raised at the question, " well, you heard right. i've been tweaking at my formula for fear toxin for a while and trying to figure out how i could make it more resistant to an antidote. the batman has gotten surprisingly good at making them, it seems, and i don't like that. " he stated simply, promptly drying them off, " so i'm going to steal a new ingredient for it that's supposed to be shipping out this friday. a whole truck full of it. do you have anything special planned, edward ? " jonathan thought he should ask out of common courtesy, though he had a feeling the other already had something in the works. he was / very / ambitious about proving his worth when it comes to intelligence. 

?/it's okay, do whatever you need to do. Sometimes that happens where you lose muse for some reason
            
            Knowing Jonathan he knew it'd be hard to get out of this situation, he knew how he was about his research. Now trying to get out of this was another messy situation, he wasn't too sure if that was going to actually be possible. But Jon's idea for this research was /somewhat/ interesting. "and you're going to try and get a willing participant continuously trying to ask me to help out with this experiment? But what makes you think it'd affect a person differently by a biological standpoint?" He asked, as he put a hand to his chin "but I can tell it's something completely different. If I did consider complying with this little experiment of yours, and a scenario were to happen where this somehow doesn't work out like you planned; how would I know if this wasn't going to be used against me in the future for a plan of yours? At least going by the fact that it's hard to trust people in this city with all the backstabbing that happens."

@RIDDLEMETH1SBATMAN
            // ; well, then i'm glad you're glad ((: and i appreciate your understanding ! it's just been hard for me to gather muse for him, though i'm not sure why
            
            jonathan kept his expression as neutral as possible; his lips pressing into a narrow line as he continued to make eye contact with the other. as difficult as it may be to get someone, much less a person who knew the effects of his fear toxin to agree to be subjected to it, he persisted in trying to convince edward to do him this one favor. it was all a part of his research -- doing something that hasn't been done before, " it's because i've never had a / willing / participant to use my fear toxin on. and i suspect that it may affect them differently, by a biological standpoint. so, " jon paused briefly, spreading a gloved hand out in the other's direction. " this isn't like any of my typical experiments and that's exactly why i'm asking you. " he rose from his seat, then, just to lean against his work table. jonathan thought for sure that edward would say no but he still waited for his answer.  

?/I'm glad to hear that then. You're welcome, and it's alright if it is (':
            
            Edward huffed, he was a bit annoyed, he had wondered why out of everyone else it had to be him "helping". Especially when there are just a bunch of random people out on the streets of Gotham that could prove useful in helping with testing his fear toxin. "I suppose, though still trying to figure out why you want me to be exposed to it this time is quite difficult to understand, since even I can't solve that surprisingly." He muttered, glancing at Jon out of the corner of his eye, Edward was still understandably hesitant, especially since there's just some events from childhood he'd rather not relive.