"Never gambol with your money only ever gambol with you life."
He sat and watched the kid do her homework on the laptop. She fixed him a sandwich and herself one. His men were locating Gambol at the moment. He fingered a knife in his pocket in anticipation. And yet he found himself also nervous in his. . . daughters prescience.
Memories clashed against the box he had condemned them to. Memory was the curse of every man. it was the noose that broke your neck. It was what made you insane long into the years. Memory was horrifying. Good or bad it didn't matter all could cause you pain eventually.
Vincent walked toward him smiling widely as he walked up a step as he rose and pulled him into a one armed hug.
"Your looking good Jackie." he chimed in happily.
"You too Vince. How's the business going the boss still treating you good?" he asked taking his seat once more on the stoop.
"Yeah same as usual. How's Mary she isn't too far off from having the baby?" he asked
"She's good baby girl is expected next couple of weeks."
"You know Jackie you got a good job a good woman and a kid on the way. Your always thinkin jack that's what is taking you places." he held his arms up. "Soon you wont even be in the narrows. "
"Yeah after this debt with Falcone is done with and paid things can only look up. I appreciate him giving me the money and letting me go to school with it but it ain't good having debts." he shrugged noting his friends knuckles were bruised and scabbed over.
"So who fo the ass whipping?" he asked slyly.
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The Killing Joke
FanfictionEli Stephens has not only banished herself from her criminal family she has run as far from them as she can. She finds herself in Gotham living a safe life far from the turmoil of her family. She witnesses the rising of a vigilante and a city wreath...
