Putting Bridget on a small hiatus till I catch up a bit more with Gotham
So.. the power was out last night...
“NO, NO NO NO!!”
This is one of the very few times he’s ever panicked vocally. Usually he takes to hiding somewhere, ride out the fear and come back to scene when things calm down. But now he is part of the show and he can’t back out. Jonathan reaches a hand out to lightly touch at the remains of his mask barely clinging around his head and as sadness turns into anger, he roars, unloading a flurry of punches unto her.
Being beaten by the man of straw was no way a good way to enter an insane asylum, let alone a prison! Of course she never been, but she heard things from Selina and having worked alongside Penguin and his men who had been in prison before.. And being beaten by a man who could so easily be lit on fire was not a good way. Far from it.
A couple of strong punches landed on her face before Bridget managed to bring her arms down to cover it. However it was too late, the familiar feeling of a future black eye stung like hell- not to mention the crack that must have been her nose breaking! The pain did not reach the same agony level as being burnt alive had, but Bridget was still in distress as her arms took each punch and tears started to swell up in her eyes. Her voice was at a lost, her instincts telling her not to scream or to cry out for help. It never benefit her with her brothers.
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“I can go it alone the second trip if you are scared of getting caught.” There was a light teasing tone to his voice. “Right now my eyes are bigger than my stomach, Bridget.” He grabbed the tray of cupcakes as they passed by, moving as quickly as they could out of the room.
They stood there staring at the stairs until Victor remembered something about old big houses, “We can use the food elevator.”
“Be careful, I stick out too much to defend you from more women trying to flirt.” Bridget warned, waiting for him to pick the cupcakes before fleeing out of the room and into safety. Well, sort of safety. No more crowds of people, none of Penguin’s guards-
“A food what now?” She blinked, looking up at the assassin more than confused.
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Chuckling, “I like food and I like you. So if you cook for me I am going to get excited about it.” Victor smiled, “I’ll be sure to tell her on my next visit.”
“Are you having fun, sweetness?”
Shifting on the blanket, she moved to sit closer beside Zsasz. For.... firefly watching reasons. Yeah. That. “I never had a dog, but I picture it to be something like having you in the kitchen with,”
“I am, I want to try and catch a firefly myself next!”
hello?? POLICE??? @toxiina IS GOING TO KILL ME
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“And it would have been sexy to watch you in action, sweetness.” Frowning briefly at her complaint, “we’ll grab them in round two.”
Looking at the cake wistfully, “it looks so delicious though… Fine, I am going to grab the tray next to it look at all those cute little penguins sitting on iceberg cupcakes… Hope they are edible.”
“...Are we risking a second trip?” She questioned, shifting the food in her arms. There wasn’t really anyway she could hold anything more unless one was to stuff it in her mouth, but... yeah, she wasn’t doing that. “Quickly now, I feel eyes on us.”
He’s been expecting a struggle- a punch or two on a joint that will leave his bones aching for the following days. He hasn’t been expecting a full-on assault on his mask, one of the few precious things he has left in this place.
It doesn’t matter how solidly he’s sewn it, burlap’s a fragile material if tore the right way and before he can wrap his hands around her head and press his thumbs into her eyes in panicked frenzy, the mask’s already sporting a hole large enough to allow anyone to see most his face.
Noticing that he slowed down his attack on her as the mask was ripped, Bridget quickly ripped it open even more before she tried to turn around and crawl away from this deranged person! She might have been able to handle herself if she had her flamethrower... but the fist fighting was bringing up unpleasant memories she wished her amnesia had kept locked away.
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It amused him that she was jealous, “Punching them would have at got us caught by the Boss.” But he would have enjoyed the show…
“Oh, these all look good. Let’s get more of this one, some of that over there as well…” Then he saw the dessert table, “Will you be fine carrying these two plates to the room? I am going to steal that.” Pointing to a cake that was being placed on the table.
“But it would have felt so good.” She pointed out, picking up the plates she already had gotten ready.
“-Victor, my arms aren’t that big. There’s no way I can carry more. And how are we going to walk out of here with the centrepiece to this all?” Sure she couldn’t punch someone and risk being caught, but Victor was allowed to steal a cake and get them caught? That wasn’t fair!
*happy bug sound*
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Victor was amused at the look on the two women’s faces at the ferocity in his girlfriend’s voice. “This is true. Pleasant chatting ladies, my lady and I have a prior engagement with food.”
Guiding the petite firebug away from the women as quickly as he could, “Ugh, they were annoying, thanks for bailing me out, sweetness.” Moving closer to the table of food.
“I wanted to punch them-” She grumbled as Victor led her away, and FINALLY towards the tables. “I started picking food for us, you were SUPPOSE to be on dessert duty.” The girl sounded man- but was it more aimed at Victor or the ladies that were flirting with him?
“This is the stuff I got for us so far,” Thankfully, no one touched it.
I still have yet to see any episodes with Bridget in s4 but from the clips and few gifs I’ve seen of her, she seems to have gotten a lot more aggressive. Whatever Strange did mixed with the amnesia [plus, the crowd of people she is now running with] is having a more chaotic effect on her. I’m going to try to try and start using that with writing her, however some things might change. Such as I believe if Selina was around, she could properly guide Bridget into getting onto the right path and Ivy might be able to calm her tempter a bit for I do headcanon they became quite close during the freak family. [And in turn Bridget would help Ivy not go off the deep end and do... whatever she is doing right now in Gotham, I’M JUST ON EPISODE TWO, OK]
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“You could.” Since he is making the soup from scratch odds are good Bridgit will end up sleeping… “I moisturize.” Wearing gloves helped as well…Coming back with the medicine, he made sure grabbed the least gross one. “It will probably make you drowsy, so take a nap, sweetness.”
Even without the medicine she was already feeling sleepy. After all, she was safe, nice and tucked in.. and being taken care of by Zsasz. Only thing they she had to worry about with him was him eating all the food! “You can come nap with me,” She offered, taking the medicine without any complaints.
The guards did little to attempt stopping Jonathan, watching idly and between snickers of who would win. He was known for getting into fights he couldn’t win, but he was a determined bastard just about everything. Jon wouldn’t stop until he got the last word or punch.
Seeing as she was covering her face, he aimed a punch into her gut. “Someone’s got to teach the rookies how shit works around here.” They usually let Joker take care of that- better for them to deal with the worst in the very beginning, just to have a taste of what they’d be facing.
The air was punched right out of her as she recoiled at the punch to the gut. This wasn’t the first time this had happened to her, but it was the first time she got punched when her skin was so sensitive. But Bridget had gotten tougher since she had lived with her brothers, and pushing back those horrible memories- she lashed back out. Her hands went to the man’s mask, tearing at it in order to have him cower with his face being shown, or even just blind him a bit so she could try getting away!
“I will do anything for you” is not a promise I make lightly.