Joey Alexander knows he is good (fornothing) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Iris and Joey
[What did he do? Why was it always something he did? Joey jerked the towel away from Iris, and blood soaked it through in moments. Either he was in shock or had seen enough bloody knuckles not to care about what was obviously quite worse than anything earned in a little scrap on the streets, anything that happened to a hand couldn't be so bad. He clenched the towel tight in his hand, but it felt like he couldn't, like part of his hand wouldn't cooperate. A tendon or something sliced through. His immediate thought was that at least he threw a better left hook than a right. Joey brought his hand to chis chest, blood beginning to drip through the towel and onto the floor in a steady but small drop, drop, drop.]
You were afraid of him, you said you knew what he was, and you brought him into our family? Maybe somebody should have been looking out for you, and nobody fuckin' did, but that shit with Sam... [And yeah, Joey was a pussy, his eyes were wet. It wasn't from the pain of his hand. He just nudged past Iris to go find the burnt out remainder of his blunt, which he fired up and hit strong like it could miraculously substitute for oxy, which he was going to need real fucking soon. Especially if he was going to work tonight.]
You should get out of here. [And it wasn't an instruction really, it was just a gesture to the blood he'd gotten by accident all over the front of her clothes. Something spurted when he'd grabbed the towel from her. He hit the weed hard, wincing as smoke clouded up one of his eyes real bad.] I can look at you and tell you're not a bad person, just like I can look at Shane and tell he's a dick.
Nobody's going to forgive you for that shit, and thats the honest fuckin' truth, babydoll. [Sharp inhale, smoke plumed.] Nobody in this world forgets a goddamn thing, especially not an Alexander.
[He started rifling through drawers then to seek out some duct tape, something to put his hand back together. As for Iris with the bloody clothes, he figured she'd soon be gone. Alexanders didn't really do goodbyes either, maybe she'd already learned that.]