Repose Memories (reposememories) wrote in repose, @ 2017-06-11 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~plot: memories |
memory
What: Memory
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: Experiencing
Warning, this memory contains: comic book romance
This is your favorite memory of her:
You’ve never been one for mass murder, right? Not that you care about the unwashed masses, it’s just that 13% of the population dying all at once was bad for business. And, that clown keeps doing that same old song and dance of murdering the entire town to prove some point that barely makes sense even on a good day. Today is not a good day. Today is a Wednesday, the middle of the week, and you’ve decided to stop the clown for the first time in your life. Not because you’ll gain anything from it, not because you want to be a hero, not even because of a girl- well.
It’s partially because of a girl.
One time you saw her breathe in the air around the worst ghetto in town and smile. Another time, she stopped a pickpocketer who couldn’t have been more than 10 years old and she just gave him a good scolding and sent him on his way. You have even seen her stop to check on working girls that were having a hard night. She’s not like the boys her age that did vigilante work. Their compassion only ran as far as their indignant sense of righteousness let them. She’s a hundred percent compassion and rage and emotions that you rarely let yourself feel. You want to help her, you want to find out the new formula for laughing toxin and stop him before anyone dies.
It’s also about being the best.
If you can stop the clown from killing, you’re already proving your superiority to the rest of the crew. Everyone thinks you’re caught up in your own games and now you can show them what happens when you play on their board. This will of course alienate you from your old friends, cause problems in the underground, but imagine the genuine smile she’ll give you when you do something right for a change.
So, the hunt takes you to a doctor who had the bad sense to help create a new toxin with the clown. You talk her into coming with you to interrogate and she walks up to you, crunching December snow under her boots. She looks at you like you’re a magician. Someone she wants to figure out, but knows she can’t without learning how to do some simple slight of hand first. You smile, you get into her personal space and leave before she can even take a breath. It’s a dance even without the shroud of night over green and purple. A dance she’s slowly letting herself get into.
The doctor appears and the two of you are something magical. She’s brash and tough and challenges every sense of right and wrong the doctor has. You are smooth, you appeal to his other side, his greed and ambition. When you turn to look at her, you know you’re a better team than adversaries. That this is the dance you’ll be doing forever and it’s much better than what the clown and Shadow have with each other.
The doctor doesn’t break and she grabs him while you hold up pictures of exactly what laughing toxin can do. You scroll through every warped, grey corpse for him to see in excruciating detail. The way the mouth curls up into a hideous smile, the wild eyes of fear. You stare right at them with the cowering doctor.
She looks away. It’s subtle, but you can see it. Even after everything this city has thrown at her, she looks away. Maybe at some point you’d use that as an excuse for why you could never love her, maybe later you’d pretend that was why, but now? That’s when you know you’re going to love her one day. Love her more than anything in the entire town.
And, that’s why you have to help her save it.