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Jaye spotted her instantly. The face , the hair — too familiar to mistake. Even through the chaos , the Red Hood recognized her from a mile away. The same girl who used to linger around that warehouse . . . back when Jaye had been held there , broken down piece by piece by that psychotic clown. The memories hit hard — pain , blood , the deafening end of it all — and just the sight of her made Jaye’s blood boil. Her jaw clenched tight beneath the helmet as her hand moved on instinct , yanking a pistol free before she surged forward.
She closed the distance in seconds , slamming into Lillian and driving her back against the wall. Her elbow dug into the woman’s chest , pinning her in place as the barrel of her gun pressed cold beneath her chin. Killing her wasn’t the goal — never was. Her target had always been the Joker. The man Lillian was tied to . . . somehow. That alone had never made sense to Jaye. “ You fuck , ” she hissed under her breath , her free hand snapping Lillian’s wrist against the brick to keep her still. “ I remember you . . . following that damn clown around like some lost puppy. ” There was nothing but venom in her voice — no mistaking how much she hated seeing her again.
-_Star_Gazer_-
((@redops GAHSGSSHSJSKSK AMAZINGGG The Blonde’s memories from back then were muddled… faded… some things almost locked away, as if her brain knew that it wasn’t safe for her to know, due to the trauma she had lived through, the sanity that often seemed fickle… some things cut too deep… the many instances in the many hideouts… were harder to remember, though sometimes they’d come back in flashes. It seemed some things never changed, her hair had always been long, blonde, and most often than not… tied into two braids, just like it currently was, though her sense of fashion would have evolved a bit, not dressed quite as similarly to her mother as she had before. She was just minding her own business, or at least trying to, her hand moving one of her braids behind her, though feeling the sudden impact, she gasped out, eyes widened, blue irises flittering a bit, wincing as her back hit the brick behind her “Ow-“ she yelped instinctively, her eyes had closed for just a moment before opening once more feeling the chill of the metal against her chin and throat, teeth clenching against each other, blinking her eyes wildly to clear them of the water that so easily welled up. A harsh breath being pulled in, in between her teeth as she felt the skin of her wrist scrape against the wall “I- What-…?” She whispered, eyes squinting, before shaking her head, confusion laced on her expression as she processed the words, at the mention of the clown man that haunted her every moment, she stilled, her head subconsciously shaking side to side, “I didn’t- I- I wasn’t-….” She couldn’t find the words… A horridly large lump felt like it settled in her lungs, eating up her insides, as if to leave nothing but a black hole… “please-… I didn’t want to-…” she quivered eyes closing tightly before snapping open once more, “Do I-…. Do I know you….?” She whispered slowly…. After the amount of deaths one had… familiar faces from so long ago… seemed to become.. difficult to recognize.
