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[phobic]

Oh, you poor thing, you thought you were finally free of me, did you?

I'll be with you forever.

Or until I tire of you.

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[motherflocker]

You enjoy having your claws in deep, don't you?

[phobic]

Apt metaphor.

Keeping your mun on a close tether can have advantages. It helps them not to stray.

This one in particular needs firmer guidance than I've been giving her.

Are you happy with yours?

[motherflocker]

It's merely a business arrangement. When it's time to cut ties, I'll be the one who benefits. I won't settle for anything less.

[phobic]

And I'm sure you have her under complete control.

Ah...except for those others with which you share her.

[motherflocker]

But she'll acquiesce to my specific needs if necessary.

As yours has obviously done.

[phobic]

Your specific needs. Ominous thought.

Mine is ever my servant--especially when she'd rather not.

And if you-know-who arrives, we'll be in even stronger stead.

[motherflocker]

Your sort will. I will be content to keep my head down, lest I attract his unwanted attention.

[phobic]

He'll use you either way.

You may as well make him work for it.

[motherflocker]

I never simply allow him to use my services.

There's no fun if there's no fight, after all.

[enigmaestro]

Oh, Jon. So haunting.

[phobic]

Admit it, you'd have felt my loss.

[enigmaestro]

I prefer Scarecrow in the flesh rather than a specter of a man, true.

[phobic]

Your turn of phrase is always inspired.

Enjoying your position, still? After Harvey, I rather hoped...

[enigmaestro]

Hope is a cruel mistress, Crane.

[phobic]

Now why do you say that?

[enigmaestro]

My former ward was well versed in hope.

[phobic]

Oh, he hurt you, didn't he. He got in deep.

[enigmaestro]

Enough, Crane.

[phobic]

It's a shame I can't make use of that, somehow. Take the split and drive a wedge home into it, open it up for everyone to see.

Break you back into what you used to be.

[enigmaestro]

You do have questionable goals.

Or should we be frank and call them fantasies?

[phobic]

Oh, my fantasies are much more ambitious than merely encouraging your psychosis, Nygma.

Though some of them do involve you.

[enigmaestro]

You don't say.

[Which sounds more like a command than a comment.]

[feedsyourhead]

Were they really going to throw you away, just like that?

[phobic]

She's ...mm. She has certain difficulties separating what she wants from what she thinks she wants.

Liberation from the guilt of inactivity, versus actually tapping a resource.

I expected to see you. Are you not coming?

[feedsyourhead]

If it's motivation she's looking for, I'd be more than happy to lend a hand - ah, card. Wouldn't want the poor dear to give up hope again so quickly.

It's...complicated. Yours isn't the only one who can't make up her mind, it would seem.

[phobic]

That's very generous, Tetch. I'll certainly keep it in mind.

Hm. Naturally, if there's anything I or mine can do to encourage or assist--we're at your disposal.

[feedsyourhead]

Think nothing of it. Anything for a friend.

That's very kind of you - ah, both of you - but I think it's just a matter of "when" and "how quickly". I think she's a tad intimidated, but you know how it goes - nothing ventured, nothing gained!

[phobic]

[a friend omg. He just plays it off like it ain't no thang even though it really is] Of course.

Take all of the time you need. We're not going anywhere. [and that was for the benefit of his mun whoops] But don't allow your mun to be intimidated - she has ...well, I wouldn't say nothing to fear. [knowing grin.] But very little.

[exceptfebruary]

I appreciated the thought while it lasted.

[phobic]

If I die horribly, you'll still get all of my things.

Though if you're very rude to me I might give them to Oswald instead.

[exceptfebruary]

I have no reason to be rude. Nor would I wish you to meet your death-date so soon. It would be very inconvenient.

[phobic]

Why, Julian.

Are you fond? [DEATH-DATE REALLY.]

[exceptfebruary]

I would prefer things happen on schedule.

[phobic]

Does this mean we have a date?

[exceptfebruary]

[ GENTLY IGNORES ] Of sorts.

[hexappeal]

Did you at least get a trip home?

[phobic]

Perhaps a second's worth, I think. Ever since our universe officially closed its doors for business, she's been whimpering about a lack of canon updates, but I think it's just as well.

Seeing the kind of future canon some people have inflicted on them by our publishers.

[hexappeal]

Perhaps it's for the better. We make our own end, this way.

Hot Topic goth really isn't my sort of thing. I'd rather pretend I maintain some sort of fashion sense, here and there.

[shredding]

They should have dumped your body in the sewers.

I'd make better use of your corpse.

[phobic]

As charming as ever, Waylon.

Petfood is cheaper, and far more fitting.

[shredding]

Your wit never carries well when you're looking me in the eye. Enjoy it while you can.

[phobic]

Oh, I do hope that doesn't mean you're planning on dropping in. Much as my mun would like to see you there, I wouldn't welcome it.

[shredding]

I'm not going to ruin the surprise. I enjoy the expression of terror on your face way too much.

Tick tock, Scarecrow.

[phobic]

No sense in reserving, I suppose. I've never seen another one of you about. [oh bitchy, Jon.]

[shredding]

[ egg him on harder. he'll just let all this grudgewank build up so he can throw a proper carnivorous temper tantrum later. ]

What can I say? Some people don't have the stomach for it.