Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: joey & ella, gatsby
Joey planted his palms just behind him, elbows straight and arms steepled so that he could lean a bit and stretch his back. He was the tallest of his brothers, and taller than most people by every other account, so it seemed like he spent a lot of time with shoulders dropped and head forward. He suspected that he'd gotten less intimidating in the past year, as the muscled bulk of daily prison yard workouts melted away to something more efficient and natural. He was stretched and lean, with shoulders that seemed impossibly wide if he didn't find comfort in a bit of slouch.
He knew that these days, he seemed smaller. He didn't wear sunglasses everywhere, and not everbody looked at him twice(the second round with crimestopper speculations) like they used to. Joey didn't think it had much to do with being in Gotham, more like he didn't look as mean as he'd always had to. Which he didn't mind, Shane was mean enough looking for all of them.
"Yeah, there is Iris too, but... she didn't grow up with us, so I don't know as much about her." It wasn't for lack of trying really, but Iris was closed off in a way that he didn't know how to approach. He figured maybe just take a step back and let her come to him, but that'd been a year in the making, and she was further away than ever.
"You going to go back to waiting tables?" He didn't think those gigs offered medical or vacations, but maybe if she got her foot in the door to manage somewhere, it would.