Daddy's Little Girl
Ya might not know about me, but, ta be perfectly honest, I shouldn't exist. It's rather disappointing, isn't it? To know you shouldn't exist, but, ah well...
My name is Marissa Napier.
“Feeling better, then?” he tilted his head and went back to his seat behind the desk. Before Scarecrow could really get any deas.
She nodded a bit, then offered a majorly fake smile. “A little, yes….”
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He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched her eyes. “Well… This isn’t exactly normal” He admitted, slipping the flashlight away. “You are still reacting to the toxin.”
“I’d noticed that much…” she said quietly, pulling her feet up to sit on the desk so she could hug…
“I can imagine so. My toxin was only suppose to last a little while…” He was certainly puzzled at this, he never knew this to happen to anyone else. “I think it has something to do with your genetics… How your body already holds the chemicals you inherited from you father, perhaps it’s doing the same with my toxin.”
Her eyes went wide open. “I… I don’t want that… This… This is your fault…” she whispered into her knees, laying her forehead on them at the same time. Why did she EVER decide to trust him?! It had to have been the stupidest thing she’d ever done!
He paused a moment, before going to grab his briefcase. He set it up on the desk and opened it, pulling out a syringe. “I do have an antidote. If you want to try that… it should make the hallucinations go away”
She barely managed to look up at him, and for a split second another flash came forward, and he was Vincent and he was holding a knife. all it did was cause her to quiver though, not much else. She seemed just… unresponsive at best. “Just… Please don’t make it hurt on purpose…”
“I won’t… Not on purpose.” He said, pulling out an alcohol swab and rubbing it on her arm, before injecting the antidote. It was over before she could count to two. “Give it a few minute, then we’ll see if there’s any effect.” He told her, putting the syringe away.
It was relatively painless, it only really made her cringe a little bit. Slowly, things got less bright, and she could see things normally, and they weren’t fuzzy or odd. “I… Uhm… Thanks, Doc…” she said, quietly, looking at the small spot on her arm.
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He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched her eyes. “Well… This isn’t exactly normal” He admitted, slipping the flashlight away. “You are still reacting to the toxin.”
“I’d noticed that much…” she said quietly, pulling her feet up to sit on the desk so she could hug…
“I can imagine so. My toxin was only suppose to last a little while…” He was certainly puzzled at this, he never knew this to happen to anyone else. “I think it has something to do with your genetics… How your body already holds the chemicals you inherited from you father, perhaps it’s doing the same with my toxin.”
Her eyes went wide open. “I… I don’t want that… This… This is your fault…” she whispered into her knees, laying her forehead on them at the same time. Why did she EVER decide to trust him?! It had to have been the stupidest thing she’d ever done!
He paused a moment, before going to grab his briefcase. He set it up on the desk and opened it, pulling out a syringe. “I do have an antidote. If you want to try that… it should make the hallucinations go away”
She barely managed to look up at him, and for a split second another flash came forward, and he was Vincent and he was holding a knife. all it did was cause her to quiver though, not much else. She seemed just… unresponsive at best. “Just… Please don’t make it hurt on purpose…”
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He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched her eyes. “Well… This isn’t exactly normal” He admitted, slipping the flashlight away. “You are still reacting to the toxin.”
“I’d noticed that much…” she said quietly, pulling her feet up to sit on the desk so she could hug…
“I can imagine so. My toxin was only suppose to last a little while…” He was certainly puzzled at this, he never knew this to happen to anyone else. “I think it has something to do with your genetics… How your body already holds the chemicals you inherited from you father, perhaps it’s doing the same with my toxin.”
Her eyes went wide open. “I… I don’t want that… This… This is your fault…” she whispered into her knees, laying her forehead on them at the same time. Why did she EVER decide to trust him?! It had to have been the stupidest thing she’d ever done!
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He narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched her eyes. “Well… This isn’t exactly normal” He admitted, slipping the flashlight away. “You are still reacting to the toxin.”
“I’d noticed that much…” she said quietly, pulling her feet up to sit on the desk so she could hug her knees. “It’s….” she couldn’t explain it. Crane should understand, but it seemed he didn’t… Maybe it was the chemicals that were already in her blood that caused the effects to run longer. “It’s terrifying Doc.” She was back to calling him Doc. If he was ever called Jonathan again, it’d be a surprise.
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Daddy’s Little Girl: jonathanmasteroffear: Daddy’s Little Girl: Stupidity seemed to have…
Daddy’s Little Girl: Stupidity seemed to have reigned over Marissa’s day. Her vision was…
Stupidity seemed to have reigned over Marissa’s day. Her vision was fuzzy and she couldn’t think straight. The toxin had done something to her mind, other…
Well, now… That was a bit odd. He looked her over a moment, then stood and walked over infront of her. He took a moment to look at her eyes, tilting his head in slight amusement. “That is… odd.” He admitted, pulling a flashlight out of his pocket. He flashed her eyes a few time to study her pupils. They weren’t responding like they should.
She flinched away at the light, which was extremely bright to her. “I.. I didn’t want to come back but… Y-You’re the only one who knows how this stuff works and I…” She trailed off. “And, I got scared that something was wrong with me…”
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Daddy’s Little Girl: Stupidity seemed to have reigned over Marissa’s day. Her vision was…
Stupidity seemed to have reigned over Marissa’s day. Her vision was fuzzy and she couldn’t think straight. The toxin had done something to her mind, other than bring out her fears. She… She had to go back. She needed to know why he’d do something like that, when she’d jsut started to trust him….
He was happily looking over his papers actually. Last night with Marissa had put but him and Scarecrow in a pretty good mood. It was a step forward, Jonathan thought anyway. And of course, Scarecrow got his show. He glanced up from his papers at her voice and pushed his glassed up on his nose. “Yes, Marissa, dear?”
The moment he called her “dear” she cracked her knuckles and stepped in. How DARE he?!
“I… I uhm…” she paused and shut the door, stepping up to the desk, and sitting on the corner again. “M-My head’s been all fuzzy today… I can’t think straight… And, if I lose focus… I… I see…” she gulped a bit, then quivered. “I saw Uncle Vince… And…” she looked away and sighed. She was acting weak again.
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Stupidity seemed to have reigned over Marissa’s day. Her vision was fuzzy and she couldn’t think straight. The toxin had done something to her mind, other than bring out her fears. She… She had to go back. She needed to know why he’d do something like that, when she’d jsut started to trust him. Was he really just that evil…?
She pushed open the door to his office with a slight squeak, poking her nose into the room, looking at Crane, who seemed to be happily looking over his papers.
“I uhm… Doctor Crane…?”
i like to imagine the riddler’s spare time between elaborate deathtraps for batman is spent doing jack shit
just riddler watching the office and going to kmart and shit
eating hamburgers, wondering what he’s doing with his life
HE COULD
YOU DON’T KNOW
I’m pretty sure that Edward doesn’t do that ALL the time. Sure, K-Mart and eating hamburgers are good options, but I’m thinkin’ that maybe he’d actually end up watching Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune while trying to finish that crossword puzzle from a week ago that he forgot to do.
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