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Thomas Elliot. Hush
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At her compliment he flashed her a smile before he spoke again. “As you should be, it’s a rare occurrence and well, not to brag but I’m up there with Bruce Wayne.” As much as he wanted to be and thought he was, with the new addition to Gotham his name was probably long forgotten, as were his parents’.
“Damn, that’s smooth.” He was a tiny bit creepy, but charming enough for her not to pepper spray him - for the moment anyway. “Well, I’ll consider myself lucky I’m one of the many people that you’ve attempted to entertain.”
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“Ouch,” he let out, placing his hand over his chest. “I take it you’ve gotten to meet the interestingly beautiful citizens of Gotham City, then?”
“… Not exactly.” Scott replied, honestly, sweeping a skeptical gaze over the stranger. “But… you do you, buddy. Certainly not the strangest person I’ve run into in this wild city.”
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“Well, I mean..” he trailed off shrugging before he finished his sentence. “hasn’t it always?”Although the things that had happened in Bruce’s life weren’t always positive, it did cause for him to be here.. In a mansion, loaded as fuck and on top of Wayne Enterprises. So, how bad could it really be? “You’ll have to send me an invite to your next party, it’s gotta be grand to make up for that.. I’ll be there, no matter where I might be.” Whether Bruce was aware of it or not, just like how he’d been silently observing as his previous party went to shit. “Oh you know, busy saving lives,” he told him with the standard grin. “Can’t complain, but no place holds a candle to Gotham, despite how beautiful the ladies might be. Speaking of which, you don’t happen to have the number of the beaut that threw the champagne into your face, do you?”
Bruce was in his office, reading over some documents and talking to his assistant over the phone, making sure they were aware of the condition of every one that had been attended the gala. The billionaire wanted to make sure everyone received the proper help they needed, that letters and flower arrangements were sent out to those in the hospitals, and that condolences and financial aid were provided to those who had lost their loved ones in the event. He hated that feeling, of having to look someone in the face while knowing nothing he could say would be enough, and having to act like it didn’t matter. It does, he reminded himself, gaze falling on the secret passageway leading to the batcave. I’ll make sure of it. His thoughts were interrupted when Alfred entered the office, informing Bruce Thomas Elliot had come to visit him, a sigh escaping Bruce’s lips–though he wasn’t in the mood to see anyone, Tommy was an old friend, and a good one. He excused himself from the conversation with his secretary, walking over to the living room. “At this point, I think drama has taken up a permanent residency in my life,” he said chuckling, patting his friend on the shoulder. “Good thing you didn’t show up.” On a different occasion, the words would have been a joke, but at that moment they were very true–Thomas was one of the few lucky ones. “How about you? It’s been far too long, how have you been?”
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“I hope you’re aware how you’re sounding right now.. Even in Gotham I’d have to say you sound certifiably insane.”
“Yes I said house. Right there. It just won’t so them self”
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“Them fighting words,” he muttered to himself after the woman’s remark. “Did I pass?”
“Are you imitating an idiot? Because if so, bravo, you’re doing a spot on impression.” Hawkgirl turned around the man who just snapped his fingers. These late night patrols around Gotham really brought out the weird people.
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When the girl started tapping his face he just stared at her with a confused look, the same look of the people gave him when he did his thing. “We’d make a great duo..”
She raised a brow as she reached over tapped his noise then she tapped his cheek. “Curious your skin is really soft do you enjoy facial treatments.” She looked at him as she smirks she was teasing the man seemed like he was having fun and she wanted to join in she was bored.
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“Uh.. judging by how others responded, it’d say I’m going to be featured on BuzzFeed tomorrow,” he quirked a brow as he informed her of that, as if it was anything big. “I did that, but I don’t know what else to do on a day off. Read? -- Or, I could take a beautiful woman out to dinner.”
❝ It wasn’t a real mystery… ❞ She shook her head, almost amused at their current interaction. ❝ Yes, poor you. Why don’t you try to do something more productive? ❞
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“I’m sorry, did you just say house?”
“Ugh, come on. I just need a few things. Stop hiding. I said please and you know it. So show yourself. Stubborn house.” The magician sighed, shaking her head. She had been waiting for the House to appear for sometime but it was testing her, making her look like she was talking to air.
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“Why, do you think I’m charming enough?” he asked with a quirk of his brow although it really didn’t make any sense.
Scott was befuddled by the mans actions.
“Are you a street performer or something?” The snapping gave Lang an idea that this guy might whip out a deck of cards from his sleeve in an instant. “‘gotta ask for volunteers before putting ol’ ladies on the spot.”
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“People pick pockets like that? Well, I mean, I could see how. If I am, but if I’m not, go away? You’re not many any sense there, bud,” he patted the guy on the shoulder as he flashed him a smile.
“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky asked, stepping back from him. “Listen, if you’re trying to pick my pocket, you could at least be less of an obnoxious asshole about it. If you’re not – well, actually, even if you are, go away.”
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“Never thought I’d be hearing that line with my clothes on..” he mumbled to himself, though loudly enough for her to hear. “Who says it’s only women? I’m not picky, really.. on who to entertain, at least.”
“A girl can’t be too careful.” She narrowed her eyes, but removed her hand from the purse, the pepper spray still safely inside her bag. “So, do you entertain a lot of women on the street for fun?” If anything, her encounter with the Rob Lowe look alike would make for a good story
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“Why not? You solved the mystery..” At her question he shrugged, tilting her head from side to side. “Kinda. How ever will I waste time now?”
Did he just call her Red? She exhaled slowly as if to keep herself in check, it’s not worth it to lose her temper she tells herself. ❝ I’d say thank you, but it doesn’t feel right. You bored doing this yet, now that I’ve figured it out? ❞
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“You say you’re bored, yet you call it a trick. That sounds a bit contradictory.” He lowered his arms, crossing them over his chest as he took in the woman in front of him. “So, which one is it going to be?”
― HOW FOOLISH OF her to look up when someone demanded it. it was second nature to her, doing what was told. and despite suppressing such a hideous trait it kept returning. her eyes settled on the man with her expression still, a single brow arched before a huff of air escaped from her pressed lips. ❝ what kind of trick was that ?? ❞ she responded with her tone as lively as her blank expression. ❝ i’m unimpressed and frankly, bored. ❞
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The first steps of his plan had been initiated, and what was a better way to waste time than to sit outside of a coffee place and read up on what had been troubling Gotham lately. It wasn’t until a familiar woman’s voice spoke up when he finally looked up from his newspaper. Selina motherfucker Kyle. The woman he had left for medical school, not like he had a choice in that with his mother calling the shots. He never told her that part though, never will either. The less people knew about his mother’s ways, the better. “Well, well, well, who knew you’d still be in this dump? If anyone were to leave, I thought it’d be you,” he told her before patting the chair on the left of him. “Come, sit.. unless you’re in a hurry.”
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It had been raining all day, but the sky seemed to finally be clearing up as Selina headed out to buy some lunch. She had just payed her electricity bill to make sure she’d be able to heat up the apartment later. Candles worked for a while, yes, but having stray cats running around at night it was kind of dangerous having flames all over the place.
As she stopped by the local coffee shop, she couldn’t help but notice a stranger sitting by himself outside. Selina headed inside and bought a latte and some cinnamon buns to feed her growing apetite. When she walked outside and allowed herself to study the guy, he instantly became more familiar. It had been so long… So many years since she last saw him. “My oh my” Selina chuckled as she walked up to him, leaning down resting her hands on the coffe table; “You’re no stranger at all… Thomas Elliot” She purred with a flirtatious smile.
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“Entertainment?” he questioned as he noticed her hand traveling down into her purse. “You say that, yet..” he trailed off nodding towards the hand in her purse.
“Sorry, is there a reason for this?” Trish began digging around in her purse for the blue pepper spray she carried, entirely unnerved by the man’s actions. “ It’s been a long day pal, I’m not looking for trouble.”
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